Page 8 of Tell Me No

“I’m serious, Tony.”

“I am too. This entire drive, it’s been hard to even pay attention to the road. All that was in my mind was how good you tasted and how it’s going to feel to be inside you finally. I wasn’t sure how much you would appreciate me going on and on about fucking you. I don’t want you to feel like an object because this is more than that. I just feel I’ve been waiting my whole life to have you, and now that it’s here, I feel like a teenager with his first boner all over again.”

I let out a laugh. “Geeze, you’re so romantic.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll romance you later, baby. Right now, I just want to be buried inside you.”

I crack a smile. “Does romancing me involve chocolates and roses?”

He returns my smile and leans over the console. Cupping my face, he hovers his lips over mine. “Absolutely not. You hate chocolate and kill plants.”

I nod like I’m thinking. “And being buried inside me. How do you suppose we get to that point?”

He rubs his nose against mine and then kisses me softly. “Let me show you.”

I melt into his kiss before he pulls away. “Lead the way then.”

He lets go of me, then turns the car off, and opens his door. I watch as he circles the hood and start to feel even better than before. The past few hours have been such a yo-yo for me. Of course I want this, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared this could ruin our friendship. I mean, I know Tony, and I know he would never do anything he wasn’t sure of, but that little bit of doubt is still in the back of my mind.

We’ve built our friendship over the course of more than twenty years and the thought that all of that could be ruined in a matter of a day makes me worry. Only, the more I think about it, the more I know we’re stronger than letting something like sex break our bond. At least hopefully.

I swallow the thoughts down as he opens my door and offers me his hand. I take it and step out of his car, then follow him up the steps of his porch. He unlocks the door quickly and then pulls me inside before closing it behind us.

He flips on the light illuminating his space, and throws his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door. I glance around, looking at every detail I’ve already seen a million times over, but this time is different. Hell, everything is different.

Suddenly, I’m not here as a friend. Instead, I’m picturing if this is somewhere I could live. I’ve never been a fan of his velvet couches or the silver accents, but I guess I could get used to it. We’d most definitely have to get some rugs, though, because the cold wood in the morning would just put me in a bad mood. That is, if our relationship could even move to that.

Tony pulls me behind him slowly and leads us down the hallway. He doesn’t have to tell me where we are going because I already know. It’s the only room down the hall in this direction. His bedroom.

Breaching the threshold, I examine it the same way I did the rest of the house when we stepped inside. Thick black blankets cover his king-size bed, and a window that stretches the entire length of one wall lets the moonlight spill into the room and illuminate all the dark furniture in here.

“You okay?” He asks, turning to face me, and runs his hands up and down my arms.

I nod. “I’m good.”

“You sure? Do we need to slow down?”

Reaching for the tie of my jacket, I shake my head. “No.”

I tug on it until it unravels, then shake my arms, making the fabric sink down until it hits the floor. Next, I reach behind me and tug the low zipper of my dress. It falls down my body and pools around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my bra.

“If we move slow, that means I have time to think, and right now, I don’t want to think. I want to see you.Allof you.”

He cocks a brow but doesn’t protest. As I step out of my dress, he starts to work the buttons on his shirt. One by one, he flicks each button until his shirt is hanging open. Moving his hands to his slacks, he unhooks his belt and then lowers his zipper. The muscles in his stomach flex with every movement, and I want nothing more than to lick every ridge.

Placing my palms on his chest, I slide them to his shoulders, then shove his shirt down his arms. Once it joins my dress on the floor, I start to push him back toward the bed. My heels tap against the hardwood with every step, and the sound echoes around us.

When the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, I shove him harder so he falls onto his back. I crawl over him and straddle his hips. Leaning down, I run my tongue from one nipple to the other, then move lower. I lick every dip and valley of his stomach, then sink to my knees on the floor at the edge of the bed.

I lick the deep V between his hips as I slide my fingers into the waist of his slacks and boxers. I tug on them until his dick springs free. I’m stunned by the length and girth of it and… scared. There is no way that would fit inside me.

“Anthony…”

He smiles. “What?”

“You know what. You won’t fit.”

He reaches down and brushes his thumb over my cheek. “It’ll fit, baby.”

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