What was wrong with him?
Or more specifically what was wrong with me? I knew I wasn't the prettiest girl out there, but I had never had a man reject me if I was offering it up on a plate. Either I was hideous or he was put off by what had happened to me at the hands of Acco.
Either way, he didn't want me. And I had just made a colossal asshat out of myself by throwing myself at him.
“Ok.” Trying to bite back the tears that were burning my eyes, I tried to scoot backwards. For a second he looked confused, and his fingers tightened on my hips.
“Jesus, you took that the wrong way.” He sighed.
“No, I get you.” I turned my head to the side so he wouldn't see the tears that were threatening to spill.
“I don’t think you do. That wasn't me saying I didn’t want you, Briella. Because like I’ve said before, you are all I can fucking think about. If you had let me finish you would have known what I was about to say. I don't want to do this if you aren't ready, or if you’re doing it for the wrong reasons.” One hand came up to slide my hair behind my ear. “Believe me I am not rejecting you.” He chuckled darkly.
“Ok,” I said again.
I wanted to believe him, but something stopped me. I didn't even know why I was getting so upset about it all. I didn't know him. We weren't a couple. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted Tommy more than I had ever wanted another living person.
“You don't believe me do you?'' Not waiting for my answer his hand guided mine down the hard planes of his body and straight over the erection that was tenting the front of his sweatpants.
I sucked in a breath as he pressed my hand against him hard. His eyes never left mine.
I had known he was big, I had felt it, but to have it under my hand made my mouth water.
“This is what you do to me, Briella.”
Without thinking, I moved my hand against him. Tommy's eyes darkened as I curled my fingers around his cock. Only the material of his pants separated us.
“This is what you have been doing to me since the moment I saw your picture.”
I loved the way his eyes darkened even more. He didn't make a move to stop me as I slid my hand back and forth.
“Then why do you keep stopping me?”
“I don't know,” he admitted, then huffed out a breath. “That's a lie.” He opened his eyes and when he gazed at me, I could see something brewing in their dark depths. Something I couldn't quite work out. “I know exactly what's stopping me.”
“What? Because Acco… I mean, he didn't rape me. What he did was pretty disgusting but he didn't rape me.” I quickly told him.
A small smile curved up Tommy's lips. “That's not it, Briella, and you should never think that.”
“Then what is it?”
He seemed to ponder the question for a second before answering with a sigh. “Because I am going to want to keep you, hell, I already want to keep you. And I have no right wanting that.”
Blinking at him, I continued to move my hand, wishing that we didn't have so many clothes parting us. I wanted to feel him, wanted to see if he was as velvet feeling against my hand as I imagined.
“Being with you for one night won’t be enough,”
“Why does it have to be one night, Tommy?” Cocking my head to the side, I studied him.
“Because you aren't mine to keep Briella. I don’t know why I was sent to rescue you. It's not my job to ask questions. But I know Leviathan won't ever let me claim you like I want to. Hell, I shouldn't even be in bed with you right now. Getting to know you and taking this further is out of the question.”
“You're talking like you want a relationship, Tommy, that's absurd.” The words died on my lips as he stared at me some more. His face impassive.
“That's because I do, haven't you been listening? I won’t be happy with just one night. I won't be happy with a few nights or even a week or two. I want you, Briella. And I can't have you.”
“Because this Leviathan person says you can't?”
He nodded.
