There was always his room. She could wait for him to return—in his bed.
She went to the kitchen and plated the food on her best dishes. After she poured two glasses of wine, she set the dining room table. As she flicked the lighter to the tapered candles, she heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She tossed the lighter on the sideboard and did a little don’t-know-which-way-to-go dance before her eyes locked onto the couch. She rushed across the room and threw her body on the cushions. She’d propped up on her elbow, her chest pushed forward, bottom lip jutted out, just as Tommy walked into the room.
With Mac following right behind him.
Horror rounding her eyes, she scrambled for a pillow. Tommy let out a stream of curses as he did an about-face and shoved Mac outside.
When she heard Mac’s “Sorry, dude,” her skin scorched with embarrassment. She pushed into the corner of the couch, drew her knees to her chest, and buried her face in her hands.
How utterly mortifying.
Round three to Tommy.
She didn’t need to question why he’d brought Mac home. It was painfully obvious. A buffer.
With his friend here, no hanky-panky would happen. Oh God, how would she ever face Mac again?
A few seconds later, Tommy slammed back into the house, murder on his face.
She hurried to her feet, feeling very stupid. “Tommy, I’m so sorry. I had no idea—”
“Shut up, Julie,” he said as he stormed toward her, lifted the Braves hat off his head, and tossed it on the coffee table. When he reached her, he curled his hand around the back of her neck and yanked her forward. His mouth crushed to hers.
Wetness gushed between her legs as desire shot through her. She moaned against his mouth.
His tongue sailed past her lips and his other hand shot around her waist, pulling her to his chest.
After he had her kissed stupid, he ripped his mouth from hers. He walked her backward until her back met the wall. Tangling his hand in her hair, he tugged her head back. Her nipples tightened into painful peaks. She loved it every time he did that, loved the dominance and possessiveness of the action.
Anger tightened the muscles in his face as he slipped his other hand between their bodies.
Fingers probed between her legs. “Widen them,” he demanded. “Now.”
She nearly melted. And did as she was told. One finger circled her clit before he inserted two fingers deep inside her. The pads of his fingers pressed forward. As his palm rubbed her clit, he pumped his hand, causing those fingers to grind against that sensitive spot deep within her.
Pleasure shot through her whole body and she gasped, latching her hand onto his wrist. “T-Tommy.”
His grip in her hair tightened. “This is what you want, isn’t it? What you’ve been pushing for.”
The sound of his harsh breathing filled her ears, intoxicated her. The sensations he created in her as he zealously rubbed his fingers inside her made her legs weak. Staring up at him, gaze locked with his, she could do nothing but feel what he was doing to her. The pressure he built, the pleasure he gave. She panted out a cry from between parted lips. Then another. She couldn’t stay quiet. There was no way. Only moan, whimper, and hold the gaze of the man who was doing such wonderful things to her body.
As his jaw clenched, his pupils dilated. “Oh. Fuck. Yes,” he bit out. “That’s it, baby.”
He pumped harder. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten and shake. An unfamiliar sensation built deep inside her. Different from any pending release she’d ever had. “T-Tommy?”
“Don’t fight it,” he grunted. “You’re almost there.”
A powerful orgasm erupted over her, rolling pleasure through every inch of her flesh. Unable to make a sound, she rode the intense wave, jerking as her entire body was consumed by it. Never had she felt anything like this climax. Legs mush, she started to crumble. Fingers still thrusting deep inside, he pressed her into the wall with his shoulder, keeping her from falling. As the intensity slackened, she sucked in a deep breath, then released a long, agonized moan.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he murmured as he removed his hand and placed his lips against her ear. “You’re going to get what you asked for, Julie. I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
Then his mouth was on hers. She fisted her hands in his shirt, both to stay standing and to bring him closer, and met each fierce swipe of his tongue with hers. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers releasing her to grab the backs of her knees and haul her up around his waist.
The man had already turned every muscle in her body to liquid. And now he was devouring her, all his control gone, just as she’d planned.
He might have won the battles, but she had won the war.
And now he was going to do amazing things to her.