Page 48 of In This Together

‘Yup.’ She held up her empty glass. ‘My turn.’

She helped herself around his kitchen, making them drinks as Tommy talked to her from the sofa. ‘Would I know him?’

‘Would it matter if you did?’ she asked.

He shrugged. ‘I’m just curious to know if the scowl Hunter gave me as I walked past him in your office today is anything to do with this.’

She froze, mid putting the top back on the bottle of Macallan. ‘Was it that obvious?’

‘He’s pissed. He’s missed out on a great woman.’

She scoffed. ‘Yeah, for his wife. I should never,everhave gone there. It just sort of happened.’

She handed Tommy a fresh drink and he patted the sofa next to him. She sat with her back pressed to his shoulder, their legs stretched along different sides of the L-shaped sofa.

‘Do you think I’m a terrible person?’

He pressed his cheek to her head and she made no move away. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had comforted her. Not that she deserved to be comforted, she knew.

‘I think you made a mistake,’ he said. ‘That isn’t an automatic pathway to hell. God knows I’ve made plenty. We all do.’

‘Some are worse than others, Tommy.’

‘Yes.’ He draped his arm across her shoulder and she leaned deeper into him. ‘You’re no saint, Andi. You’re a human being. That means we fuck up, we recognise the errors of our ways, we make amends as best we can.’

‘That sounds like it came directly from your therapist.’

She felt his humour as his chest chugged against her. ‘Food, whisky and therapy. Baby, you can’t afford me tonight.’

She closed her eyes and hummed as Chris Stapleton’s ‘Tennessee Whiskey’ started to play.

She felt Tommy suck in a breath before he started to sing, ‘You’re as smooth as a Tennessee whiskey.’

Chris Stapleton and Tommy Dawson;she couldn’t have screwed upthatbadly because she’d been allowed into heaven. Stapleton’s words and Tommy’s voice traversed her veins just like the Macallan had been doing for hours.

‘Dance with me?’ he asked.

She shouldn’t. She had turned up at thenewTommy Dawson’s house. They had drunk liquor, too much liquor. Now, he was singing to her, and if they danced…

He stood and took her drink from her, setting both glasses down on the coffee table. Then he offered her his hand.

She looked up to him. An incredibly handsome man. ‘Will you keep singing if I do?’

One side of his lips curved up and she already knew how they would end the night before she slipped her hand into his and before he pulled her in close to him. Before he wrapped his arms around her and sang, as she laid her head against his chest.

She nudged into his neck, smelling his musk that wasallman. When she pressed her lips to his skin, he lifted his head. As he sang, she kissed his throat, his jaw.

He swayed them in time to the music. ‘You should know, if I kiss you, tonight is only ending one way.’

She looked into his eyes and let him know she heard his intentions. She wanted him, too.

He pressed his mouth to hers and stretched his fingers into her hair. He parted her lips and she tasted the way he wore his whisky.

He swayed them again, singing to her as her hands roamed his back, his chest, beneath his T-shirt. She slid the fabric up, kissing his skin as she went. He raised his arms and took the T-shirt over his head, kissing her as soon as it was off, pressing his warm torso against her. God, she wanted to feel his skin on hers.

He took off her blouse and expertly released her bra. When her naked breasts pressed against him, she moaned, the touch teasing her already hard nipples.

She felt his pleasure coursing through her own alcohol-rich blood. This felt like more of a sin than anything she had done with Hunter. It was the ultimate guilty pleasure and she couldn’t get enough.

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