Slipping his hand under the waistband of her PJ bottoms, he massaged low onto one round cheek, biting back a groan as the flesh filled his palm perfectly, as he’d known it would. One day he had to have his hands on both of these luscious cheeks while she rode him.
Realizing his mind was going into dangerous territory, and fast, he jerked his hand out. “Okay, you’re good.”
She rolled over onto her back, and he helped her sit so she was propped against the arms of the couch.
“That okay?” he asked.
“I told you, I’m feeling fine.”
“Can I sit with you?”
When she nodded, he lifted her legs and slid in beside her, pulled her thighs across his lap, then slung his arms across the back of the sofa. It was intimate. A couple’s position.
He liked it.
Picking up a strand of her hair, he ran it absently through his fingers, enjoying the scent of the lavender bath oil lingering on her skin. “The night is yours. What would you like to do?”
When a moment passed and she hadn’t said anything, he glanced up from the lock of dark hair and met her eyes. A wallop hit him hard in the chest and he couldn’t drag his gaze away. He hadn’t wanted to kiss her tonight, had just wanted to spend time with her, pamper her, make her feel special—let her know his intentions, get used to seeing him this way. Prove to himself he was capable of taking pleasure from simply holding a woman instead of from how many times he’d made her come.
But this was the moment—he felt it to his very core.
Their faces were inches apart. Tension crackled in the air. As he gave in, leaning toward her to close the distance, he knew this kiss would be different from any he’d ever given in the past. Gently pressing his lips to hers, he kept the kiss soft and coaxing, sweet and lingering, as their lips became acquainted. Needing more, he shifted his body toward hers and angled his head as he cupped her face between his hands.
The silkiness of her mouth was intoxicating, keeping him coming back for more. He yearned to take her mouth the way he wanted to take her body—hard and fast and screamingly thorough—but he forced himself to keep it slow and easy. When he flicked his tongue across the seam of her lips and she parted for him, he delved inside and discovered the sweet, addicting taste of Julie.
And all rational thought fled.
Raking one hand into her hair, he knotted his fingers at her nape and tugged her head back as he shifted onto his knees. He moved his body between her legs, grunting his approval against her lips when she spread them without coaxing. As he devoured her mouth, his hand tightening farther in her hair, holding her immobile, his to do with as he pleased. He loved that fucking thought. Encouraged by her mewls of pleasure, he shifted closer, pressing her into the couch cushions. His cock stood proudly forward against the silk of his bottoms, making contact with her belly.
She gasped into his mouth as she slid her palms around his waist to grip his ass, drawing him closer into her. The feel of his cock flattening onto her stomach made him groan with desire.
He wanted her under him. Now.
Blind with need, he ripped his mouth from hers and shifted backward. Grasping her behind the calves, he dragged her down until she was flat on her back, hair fanned out around her face. Lips swollen from his kisses. Desire for him burning in her eyes. Breathtaking.
As he positioned her gorgeous thighs on either side of his hips, he scooted closer on his knees, easing her legs wider apart. But not enough for him. Nowhere near enough.
He growled his disapproval. “I want you open, like this.” Pulling her knees up and out, he moved forward until his pelvis was pressed right against her center.
Her gasped “Yes!” drove him wild. He pushed her thighs wider still, showing her what he wanted—her completely revealed to him. Nothing hidden. The pink satin–covered mound beneath him made his mouth water. “Yeah. Like that. I want to see. Everything.”
He rubbed his palms up and down the insides of her thighs. Her lips parted on a moan as she arched up.
Watching her respond to him shoved him into oblivion.
“You like that? What about this?”
He slid his rigid cock against the place he wanted so badly to invade, grinding his teeth at the friction.
When she shuddered and moved helplessly against him, he could almost feel himself pounding into her. He wanted it. Her. He ground harder against her, right into that blissful valley between her legs. Fuck. Yes.
Running his hand up her stomach, he engulfed one breast in his palm, pinching the erect nipple between his fingers. She cried out, loudly this time.
The sound snapped him out of his sexual stupor.
He froze, staring down at her, horrified at what he’d done.
She blinked up at him. “W-Why did you stop?”
He jerked up off the couch, backing away.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn.
“Tommy. What’s wrong?”
He was treating her like all the rest. Damn it! He didn’t know how to make love. He didn’t know how to love at all. All he knew how to do was fuck.
Forget the leaving her afterward fear. They would never get to that point. He’d make damn sure of it.
Julie deserved better than him.
She deserved a man who truly knew how to love her.