Not for me.
When I planned how this was going to go, I envisioned my actions would be concealed by darkness. I could have mustered enough courage to do what had to be done in the shadows. Not out in the open like this.
“Having second thoughts?” he asks smugly, not hiding how my embarrassment amuses him.
When he snatches the covers out of my death grip, my mortification multiplies tenfold with the loud shriek I let out.
“If you were on the fence about your tutoring, you shouldn’t have worn that.” He points at my teddy.
I’m about to fly out of his bed when Tiernan stops me by wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me hostage.
“Let go,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
“Tsk. Tsk.” He shakes his head behind me. “Haven’t you ever watched the Discovery Channel? You can’t taunt a lion by flaunting such a delicious treat in his face and not expect him to take a bite out of it.”
“I said let go. I’ve changed my mind.”
A shudder runs along my spine as Tiernan leans in closer to my ear, his sweet breath on my skin making my insides melt.
“Next time you decide to sneak into my bedroom and slide into my bed, be prepared to get fucked. Otherwise, get out.” He pushes me away with such force, it’s a miracle I don’t fall to the floor. On shaky knees, I get up off the bed and start making my exit. Tiernan doesn’t so much as let out a snicker as he watches me retreat with my tail tucked between my legs.
Virgen.
Am I this much of a coward?
Even when my own happiness is at stake?
My fingers grip the door knob, but my feet refuse to budge.
When I turn around, Tiernan is sprawled on his bed in nothing but boxers, his arms resting behind his head. There is a large Gaelic crest tattooed to his left muscled pec. Other than that, I can’t see any other tattoos on his firm, muscular body. And to my shame, my greedy eyes are taking in each flawless patch of skin just to make sure I don’t miss one hidden away somewhere.
“I thought you were leaving?” he asks dryly, pulling my attention back to his face.
“I changed my mind.”
“I didn’t know you were so fickle. I’ll make sure to add it to your long list of flaws.”
“You’re making a list? I don’t think you’re the most qualified person to do that. You don’t know the first thing about me.”
“It’s a figure of speech. And I know enough.”
“No, you don’t. We’ve hardly spent any quality time together as husband and wife for you to say that.”
“Does the time I left my handprint on your ass count?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Are you sure?” He cocks a brow. “Because in that outfit, that’s the only quality time together as husband and wife I’m interested in right now.”
And to drive the point home, he removes one hand from beneath his head and hides it underneath his Armani briefs. I swallow dryly as I watch him stroke his cock, up and down, ever so slowly.
“Since you’ve changed your mind, does that mean you still want to learn?” His smooth velvety voice makes my lower belly coil in desire.
I nod, licking my suddenly chapped lips.
“Good. Come here.”
I take a step towards the bed, his eyes fixed on me while he strokes his cock in his hand.
“Get on your knees on the bed.”
My pulse quickens with every order, threatening my heart to explode inside my chest at any given moment, but still, I do as he commands and place my knees on the edge of his bed.
“Good girl.”
“Don’t patronize me,” I try to snap back, but my words hold very little heat behind them.
“You don’t like to be called a good girl?” he teases.
“I’m twenty-seven years old. I haven’t been a girl for quite some time.”
“True. But how many twenty-seven-year-olds do you know that still have their hymen intact? Your virginity doesn’t help your argument, now does it?”
The frown that springs forth on my face is immediate.
As if it’s my fault I held on to my virginity for this long.
Like he didn’t have a hand in my forced celibacy when he swore to uphold the treaty.
It was because of him, and men like him, that I spent most of my adult life unable to have friends, much less a boyfriend who was brave enough to touch me. Since the ripe old age of seventeen, everyone knew I was engaged to the notorious Tiernan Kelly, and because of it, my father made sure that any man with a working penis, who even dared to be within arm’s reach of me, needed to hold the last name Hernandez. I don’t know about Tiernan’s sexual past, but I doubt any of his lovers included family members. And if I was to lose my virginity before my wedding day, then that was the pool of men I had at my disposal. Having sex with a cousin, even if twice removed, felt too much like incest for me. I preferred being a virgin to the alternative.
“Just spare me the good girl commentary.”
“Does this mean I shouldn’t expect you to call me Daddy either?” he taunts with a low chuckle.
The man is having fun at my expense while blatantly jerking off in front of me.
God, he’s infuriating.
I would tell him as much if I wasn’t so fascinated by how his cock just seems to grow larger and thicker with each stroke.
“Come closer,” he commands when he sees how transfixed I am by what he’s doing.
I inch closer to him, until my knees hit his bare feet.
“Closer. Put your knees on either side of me,” he instructs, his voice once again sinfully throaty.
Again I do as he says, until my ass is seated on his knees. He pulls his hand out of his boxers and returns it to behind his head.
“Take it out.”
“And by it, you mean—” I point to his bulging shaft.
“My cock, Rosa. Or is there a more sophisticated way to say cock where you come from?”
“Dick,” I mumble more as an insult to him than the name I’m comfortable with to describe his privates.
“Dick will do.” He chuckles. “Just quit stalling and take it out.”