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She laughs again, her grin widening and her eyes sparkling, reflecting the shimmering lights of the skyline in the window.
“You think I know what I’m doing? That I’m an expert on relationships? Because, newsflash, I’m definitely not an expert. I’ve spent most of my life learning on the fly and thatwill never stop. I just want to keep learning, preferably with you. The only way you’re ever going to let me down is if you close yourself off and don’t try, OK? I know what I want. I know you said you want me before. Are you still sure?”
The look on her face tells me everything I need to know. Any doubt in my mind that she wants me for me vanishes. I want to give her that same reassurance.
CHAPTER 28
GRACE
A LITTLE WORRIED
Tommy’s eyesfind mine and he gives me that look, that all business, all serious look that lights a spark. His jaw tenses and he nods.
“Say it, Tommy.” I inch closer to him, reaching out for him and cupping his square jaw in my hand. My thumb traces over the spot where his dimple would show and I feel his pulse hammering in his neck, just like mine. “I need to hear you say it.”
He steps toward me, erasing the last inches between us. I watch his chest heave as he tucks a strand of golden brown hair out of his eyes. He looks down at me and I feel his hands rest on my hips.
“I know exactly what I want. I’ve known it since the second you jumped off that rock and into my life on the river.”
I hear the conviction in his voice, leaning into his grip on my neck, feeling him lace his fingers into my hair. The air between us crackles like the feedback on a speaker before the music starts at a concert. “Say it again. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Rainbow. I’ve wanted you every second since I first laid eyes on you.” He lets go of my neck and brings his hand to my cheek, running the backs of his knuckles across my heatedskin. The corners of my mouth lift into a smile at his touch. “I’ve thought about this smile every second since you dragged me up on the stage at that shitty dive bar to sing karaoke in Bend.”
My lips part as his confession, hearing just how long he’s been burying this inside. He brings his mouth to my ear and I feel his breath against my neck, making my body thrum with anticipation. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what you taste like when you came on my lips the other night.”
I whimper against his cheek and he laughs, pulling back to look at me. His dazzling blue eyes flicker like flames, any signs of his earlier conflict gone. All that’s left is that focus, that burning desire, that confident side of him that drives me wild and right now, all of that intensity is focused on me.
“Sounds like you’ve got a lot pent up inside you,” I pant, hooking my fingertips into the waistband of his belt. He steps forward, pressing his thigh between my legs, pushing me against the floor to ceiling window. Leaning forward, he brackets me in with his long arms, splaying his hands on the windows on either side of my head.
With my boots on, I’m nearly eye to eye with him and we meet each others’ gaze. I’ve never felt closer to someone, but those last few inches between our lips feel like a chasm I wish he’d close.
I shift on my feet, grinding my throbbing clit on his thigh and pressing my knee against the bulge in his jeans.
We both react, him hissing through his gritted teeth and me throwing my head against the cool glass, whimpering at the friction that feels so good but isn’t nearly enough.
His nostrils flare. “You have no idea what’s pent up inside me.”
I grin back at him. “Why don’t you show me?”
He swallows and I see the question in his eyes. “I’m good. I’m on birth control and my last check up was clean.”
He nods. “Same — well, the check up part anyway. And yeah, I’ve got condoms if?—”
I shake my head. I just want him to trust me, but I totally understand someone in his position being cautious. “Only if you want to. I want to feel you, if you’re OK with that. I want to feel all of you, but I get it if you still want to use?—”
His pupils blow. “Fuck yes. I mean no. I mean—” The charged air between us finally snaps and he crosses that chasm, his lips crashing into mine in a powerful, taking kiss. His hands move to my shoulders, shrugging off my flannel shirt and the straps of my baggy overalls, letting them fall to the ground. I’m left in just my tank top and black boy shorts, my back pressed against the cool glass of the window. He pulls back, his eyes devouring me with seven months of pent up desire.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” His voice is low and husky when he leans forward and runs his hands up my thighs to the hem of my shorts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I step out of my overalls on the floor and his eyes follow me before he smirks. “The boots stay on.”
I flick my eyebrows and grin. “Sure thing, Boss.”
I hook my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him further into me, pressing my lips back to his. My hands run up and under his shirt, feeling each subtle ridge of his abs before dancing over his ribs and settling on his warm chest. He reaches over his back, ripping his shirt over his head, and tossing it away.
I peek at the skyline, over my shoulder, before turning to him with a mischievous smirk. I drag one of my nails through his light chest hair. “You like being watched?”
His lust drunk grin widens. “I don’t give a fuck if someone watches because it means they’ll know you're mine.”
My heart skips a beat and I drop my hands to his waist, running my palm over the hard ridge of his erection straining thefly of his jeans. He groans at my touch and drops his head to my shoulder.
