His lips are on my shoulder, soft and open.
“Want for me to stop? That’s always an option.” He keeps kissing me in all the right spots.
“Don’t,” I whimper. “Please, don’t.”
“Tell me what you want me to do, Tom. Use your voice this time.”
I tremble, his fingers following my hipbone torturously slow inside my briefs.
How could I be so stupid to play this game with him.
“Continue…”
“Continue, where?”
“Need… need you to take the pressure off.”
“Pressure, where?”
“You know...”
A grin of triumph sounds before flipping me over.
Squatting next to the table, he drapes one arm over my chest, face resting in the curve of my neck.
“Bad boys like you need taming,” he says, and I hear him wet his lips.
“Lucky for you, that happens to be my specialty.”
He smiles against my collarbone. “Should we… take this to my bed?”
I mirror his husky voice. “Yeah. We should.”
His lips hover close to my ear. “I owe you something for yesterday.”
“I think I’m the one who needs to make things right.”
He throws me a vicious look. “Exactly.”
Fuck.
His hand finds mine, our fingers lacing together like he has no intention of letting go. He pulls me up from the table and leads me to his bedroom.
Fuck the bedroom. Too far.
I turn us around and shove him back against the doorframe, pinning him to the wood with my body, letting him feelmywood.
We go at each other like we’ve been starving. My hands disappear under his shirt, finding his waist. I need to feel his skin touching mine. It feels like a necessity.
His hands are already at my shorts, unbuttoning them with greedy fingers.
I grab the back of his neck, pull him down to me, ready to dive in and devour his mouth—
And then, when I’m only an inch from his lips, his pager goes off.
The sound blows me back, my whole body seizing.
“Fuck,” he growls, reaching for the thing.
