Taming the Storm (The Storm, #3)

“I got you,” Tom’s deep voice says from above. “You fell asleep in the limo.”


Then, I realize that I’m in his arms, and he’s carrying me. Sliding my hands around his neck, I nuzzle into his throat, inhaling the scent of his aftershave, loving the feel of his stubble against my skin.

We made out for a while in the limo. Things got a little heated, and I ended up with Tom’s head between my legs where he used his mouth and fingers to bring me to orgasm. I returned the favor by getting on my knees and taking him in my mouth. After he spilled himself down my throat, he hauled me onto his big body and held me. I must have fallen asleep in his arms.

“You okay if I put you down for just a minute? Need to get my key.”

“Sure.”

Tom lowers me to my feet, and I lean against the wall by the door.

He pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door before pushing it open.

I wait to follow him in, but the next thing I know, he’s picking me back up.

“I’ll be okay to walk now.” I laugh.

“I like to carry you. You’re like a little doll.”

“I’m not little. You’re just huge.”

“In every way, darlin’.” He winks.

He kicks the door shut with his foot and proceeds to carry me up a wide staircase. I can’t see much as Tom hasn’t bothered to turn any lights on, but from the size of this staircase, I’m guessing his house is big.

Quickly reaching the top of the stairs, he takes us to the left and then through a door a little farther down the hallway.

He crosses the spacious room and sets me down on his massive bed. I watch him walk over to the wall, and he presses a button on a panel. Dim lights come on. Then, he moves over to the iPod docking station, which is set up on his dresser. I watch him scroll through the music before he finally selects a song. The music starts to play through the speakers in the room.

“Last Request” by Paolo Nutini.

Tears instantly fill my eyes. I blink them back while swallowing the pain I feel from listening to the lyrics, from what Tom is telling me with this song.

He’s saying good-bye.

As I watch him walk toward me, my heart breaks. The soulful voice of Paolo Nutini spurring my pain on. Hurting from how much I want Tom in this moment, knowing it’s our last.

The last time I’ll get to touch him. Kiss him. Feel him inside me.

Even with the weight of that bearing down on me, I still stand when he reaches me.

I need to make the most of this night.

I slip my hands under his shirt and press my fingertips against his hard stomach, loving the sound of his sharp intake of breath at my touch.

His eyes glitter down lustfully at me.

Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I lift it. Tom raises his arms, allowing me to pull it over his head.

I drop his shirt to the floor, and then put my hands on his chest. Inching up onto my toes, I brush my lips gently over his. As I move back, Tom takes my head in his hands. His eyes burn into mine with such intensity that it takes my breath away.

Then, he seals his mouth over mine, leading me into a knee weakening kiss.

He grabs my ass in both hands, lifting me, as I wrap my legs around his waist.

Tom climbs up onto the bed on his knees, kissing me still, he takes us down to the mattress.

This time is different. Slower. He takes his time undressing me—caressing, and kissing every part of me. Looking at me with reverence. It’s almost as if he’s memorizing me with his eyes and hands and mouth.

When I’m naked and wanting beneath him, I reach for his jeans and unbuckle his belt.

Tom takes over, sliding it free from his jeans. Belt in hand, he takes both of my hands and moves them up above my head. He looks down at me in question.

I nod, letting him know I’m okay with it, feeling excited beyond measure.

He fits his belt around my wrists with a precision that I choose to ignore.

“Is that okay?” he asks.

“Yes.” I’m breathless with anticipation.

He moves his big body between my legs. “Keep your arms up there. Don’t move them. You move, I’ll make you wait longer to come.”

“I understand,” I whisper. My body is vibrating with excitement.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and tugs it with his teeth, leaving a sting that he immediately soothes with his tongue. Moving to the other breast, he repeats the action.

He gets to his knees, sitting between my thighs. “You look so beautiful right now,” he says in a throaty voice. “Spread your legs.”

I part them wider for him.

He runs his finger between my wet folds. “So goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs. Moving down the bed, he positions his head between my legs and starts to lick me with enthusiasm.

His fingers go into my *, pumping in and out. Then, they start to trail down toward my ass.

“Yes.” I lift my hips, letting him know how badly I want him there.

“I wanna fuck your ass so bad.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, finger rimming my puckered hole. “I want to be the first man to give that to you.”

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