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His smoldering gaze caresses my bare chest, and my nipples tighten to sharp points that could cut glass. His hunger feeds me, and when he unleashes a disarmingly sexy smirk, a wave of something hot and tingly spreads through me like a brush fire.
He bends his head to suck a nipple into his mouth while he thumbs the other. My insides light up. The sharp pinch of his touch and wet pull of his taste draws my body up and off the bed. My response only encourages him to increase his ministrations, and when a whimper escapes me, I feel his smile against my breast.
“Leighton, no one should taste so good.” His lips press against my sternum before he lifts his head to look at me. “So sweet.” He kisses me on the mouth, slow and languid and with a lot of tongue.
Tom’s a great kisser, and while I could lie here and kiss him all night, I don’t like that he’s still fully clothed. When he brings himself over me, knees on either side of my legs, my hand drifts down to the front of his jeans.
The first touch is tentative, more a graze of fingers over his erection than anything else. But judging by the low hum that slips from his mouth, it’s enough. A good start. I can only hope to make him feel half as good as he did me.
My hand grips him through the denim, and I gently squeeze the impressive bulge. Like what he did to me, I want to see him needy, eager, and begging. With our mouths still attached, we fumble to remove his jeans and boxers.
Then I pull back and look down to where my fingers wrap around him. He’s long and thick and he jerks in my grasp, eyes fluttering shut on my name.
“Goddamn, your touch drives me crazy.” His fingers thread my hair as he wraps his hand around the nape of my neck.
There’s a dark, covetous hunger I’ve never seen in his eyes before, and my core clenches in anticipation of having him inside me.
He rests his forehead against mine, breathing shallow and heavy. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
It takes far too long for his words to register. “Oh. Um, I get the shot and haven’t been with anyone in over a year. My last checkup was all good.”
He pulls back. “Over a year?”
“Yeah.” I hold my breath, waiting for him to tell me something similar, though what if he doesn’t?
All this time, we’ve been focused on Felix and our fake relationship, and I never thought to ask him. Suddenly, I’m cold, exposed, and my stomach churns. Oh my God, what if he’s seeing someone else? Even if it’s casual, I don’t know if I can stomach it. And why didn’t I ask him all this before? Before he went down on me.
Apart from the morality of this, I’m being silly. Until only days ago, I didn’t know him, and now I’m possessive and needy, part hating this desire to claim him as mine and part reveling in it.
“Was it Felix? Fuck. Don’t answer that. It’s none of my business.”
Parking my concerns for the moment, I don’t even try to stop the smile ghosting my lips as it echoes the blooming warmth inside of me. The fact that Tom cares enough to want to know if anything happened with Felix is endearing. Sure, I told him we didn’t have a relationship, but he knows Felix has been in my life for years. I admitted to having a silly and certainly misguided crush on the idiot.
But all that aside, what’s even more endearing is that he stopped himself from beingthatguy. A caveman. Though coming from Tom, it is sexy, not overbearing at all.
My fingers trace the line of his jaw as our breaths mingle. “Never with Felix. At most, we kissed, nothing m—”
“Leighton, you don’t have to say anymore. I was out of—”
My lips crash onto his, killing whatever apology he was sure to give. While the gesture is sweet, I don’t need or want it. But it still doesn’t answer my concerns.
I pull away and look up at him. “What about you? Are we good to have sex without a condom?”
As I ask, I wonder if I’m being smart. Never before has a man made me lose all common sense so easily. It’s a heady, freeing sensation, and while liberating, it could be dangerous.
He lets out a chuckle. “Oh, yeah. I’m good too. I was tested before coming home. And I haven’t been with anyone for nearly a year.”
I have nothing else to go on but his word, and the same goes for him. Tom doesn’t strike me as a liar, while some people, like my mother, would say that means nothing. I choose to trust my instincts.
I kiss him quickly and slowly glide my hand up and down his shaft, increasing pressure on my grip. “So where were we?”
“You’re going to take my cock hard and fast.”
I moan, and in one swift motion, Tom moves from my grip to position me on my back, legs spread apart.
My lips fall open, head pushing into the mattress while I appreciate the sensation of him filling me. Slowly. Slowly. Inch by astonishing inch.
I’m robbed of breath by the way his cock pulses inside me. One hand grips my neck and the other my breast as a sharp, desperate sound tumbles from his mouth. And when he finally settles inside me, fully and completely, a ragged breath sails from my lungs.
