“Disgusting.”
He catches my chin gently and turns my head towards him.
My body stays facing the city, tucked firmly against his.
Then his mouth covers mine.
I taste myself on his tongue.
And instead of recoiling like I fully expected to, a shiver of arousal runs straight through me.
Tommy pulls back just enough to smile against my lips.
“Not a word,” I warn him.
He kisses me again.
I reach one hand back and slide it into his hair.
His erection is still hard against me.
Very hard.
And suddenly the orgasm has done absolutely nothing to satisfy my need for him.
If anything, it has made it worse.
I break the kiss and look out over the lights again, trying to catch my breath.
Manchester was supposed to tell us whether we were compatible.
I think the research is going rather well.
“Tommy.”
His lips brush my neck.
“Hmm?”
“Take me to your room.”
His body stills behind mine.
Then his hands settle on my hips and he gently turns me towards him for the first time since he came up behind me.
His expression has lost every trace of teasing.
“Are you sure?”
I take his hand.
“Completely.”
I have spent months wanting him.
Tonight, I am done waiting.
Chapter 8