Taming the Storm (The Storm, #3)

Hurt needles me. I need to get the hell out of here. This is all too much.

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll be leaving.”

“I’m not done.” Tom’s rough voice keeps me where I am.

Moving quickly, he closes the gap between us.

Suddenly, everything narrows to this moment. To him and me.

Desire exploding between us like a dirty bomb.

There’s nothing but blazing heat and sexual tension. The likes of nothing I’ve ever felt before.

It’s total sensory overload.

He’s perfect and gorgeous. Desire coils in my belly. My hands itch to touch him.

“I said, there were two reasons I dragged Robbi off of you. The second, if I’m being truthful, is the main reason.” He takes a ragged breath. “I couldn’t bear to see you with him.”

“You kissed Ashlee.”

He shakes his head slowly. “No, she kissed me. And I didn’t so much as let her kiss me. I just didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I gently pushed her away. Told her I was into someone else. But you didn’t wait to see that part.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t wait around to watch you suck face with Ashlee!”

His brows draw together. His jade eyes darken with anger. “Enough, Lyla.” His voice is so hard, and the words are said with so much force that it brings my whole body to attention.

Just those two words, and I’m done for. I love the way his commanding voice makes me feel.

Hot. Really fucking hot.

Heat is licking up and down my body. And I’m so wet that it’s embarrassing.

“The only woman I want right now is you,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I can’t stop thinking about you. What it will feel like to be inside you. God, Ly, I can’t stop imagining how sweet your * will taste on my tongue.”

Holy shit.

Tom does the dirty talk well. Really well.

I’m currently a puddle on the floor.

His hand comes up and grabs my chin, forcing my eyes to his. My God, his eyes are on fire.

Dark eyes roam my face, stopping on my mouth. A flicker of anger moves through them. “You let him kiss you.” The pad of his thumb presses against the center of my lips.

I swallow down.

Tom moves his thumb roughly over my lips as he removes the remaining lipstick, erasing any trace of Robbi’s kiss.

My body starts to tremble. The intensity of the moment owns me.

He owns me.

His eyes flash up to mine. The look in them has my nipples tightening and my panties dissolving.

My body is hitting levels of desire I didn’t even know existed until this moment. Until him.

“You’re mine,” he growls, making a sound filled with the sweetest agony. Then, he’s kissing me, hot and hard. “No one gets to touch you but me,” he breathes hotly into my mouth. “You got that?”

The intensity of him, the feel of him kissing me, has fried all my brain cells. I couldn’t argue if I wanted to.

And I don’t.

I’ve given up fighting this thing between Tom and me. I’m handing all control of my body over to him. For tonight only, I’m letting Tom have all of me to do with as he wishes.

And tomorrow, after we’ve screwed each other out of our systems, things will go back to the way it was.

“I got it,” I breathe.





Five Minutes Later—Fairmont Hotel, Pittsburgh

“Tom, I need you to fuck me…now,” Lyla moans.

I’m running my tongue up her throat, heading back for that sexy but frustrating mouth of hers, and my cock almost bursts out of my pants.

Jesus Christ.

I almost can’t believe this is happening. I keep waiting for her to pull away and run out on me again, but she hasn’t. And now, she’s asking me to fuck her.

Christ, I want to fuck her.

More than I’ve ever wanted to fuck a woman before, but— “You don’t want to do this with me.”

What?

Okay, I know I sound like a *, but she’s hurting from the stunt that idiot, Robbi, pulled. No matter how much I want to bang her, I do actually care about her, and I can’t have sex with her while she’s hurting. It wouldn’t be right.

The last thing I want is for her to regret fucking me.

Trying to keep my control, I dig my fingers into her waist. But all that does is make me harder as I feel the soft flesh of her skin beneath the fabric of this fuck-hot dress she’s wearing.

“Firecracker, I need the truth here. Are you doing this because Robbi hurt you? Or because you really want me?”

She eyes me with insouciance. “I’m not hurt, Tom. I’m horny.”

I let out a sigh. “I just can’t keep doing this push-and-pull shit with you, Ly.”

Her eyes soften. She rests her hand on my chest. My heart is beating like a motherfucker beneath her palm.

“Is that what I do? Push and pull with you?”

My eyes narrow. “You know you do.”

Her fingers grip my shirt as her eyes lower. “Have I…hurt you?”

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