She stared at him with half anger and all desire sparking in her eyes. He chuckled. She might be mad at him, but he’d wager she was just as mad at herself that she couldn’t hide what she wanted.
And what she wanted was him.
From the way the tip of her tongue slide across her bottom lip, to the way her lids dropped halfway to closed, it was all there for the seeing.
“Answer me, Sweetness.” He let his thumb slide across her bottom lip, dragging it oh so slowly from one side to the next. “If I stripped you naked and spread you across that bed up there and took my time tasting every inch of your skin, would you regret it?”
“Tomorrow,” she whispered before she licked her tongue over his thumb, then closed her lips around it.
Instantly, his dick was hard enough to cut steel and he ached to stroke it just for a modicum of relief. He refused to move, though. To do so might change this moment they were in right now.
“I’ll regret it tomorrow,” she said as she stroked her hand across his straining erection that was trying its best to burst free of his jeans. “Tonight, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this.”
Chapter 6
Shewasanidiot.
There was no other word to describe how utterly moronic the decision she’d made to let her guard down long enough to end up where she was right now.
And where was she?
In her ex’s parents’ pool house, lying buck ass naked in a bed, risking her self-respect for one moment of pleasure with the man who’d broken her heart.
Tomasso’s heated gaze roamed down her size eighteen frame, setting every nerve ending she had ablaze.
Najah had always been a big girl, and her grandmother had raised her to love every inch of herself. There wasn’t a person alive who could make Najah feel bad about the body she’d been born with. To her, every curve, every roll on her size eighteen body was beautiful.
That confidence was what had drawn the most popular boy in high school to her and kept him by her side for four years. And that same confidence had the older, sexier version of that boy staring at her like a starving man looking at a steak.
“Damn, Najah.” Tomasso’s voice was like gravel, rough against the air.
“You like it?”
“Like isn’t a strong enough word.” He pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, before he knelt before her, pushing her knees open to make room for himself.
Before she could say another word, she felt the first lick of his long tongue against her slit, and it was absolute heaven.
“Fuck,Tomasso.”
“I intend to, baby.”
He spread her folds, feasting on her like she was his first, last, and favorite meal. And as greedy and needy as her pussy was, she wanted him to dine until they’d both had their fill.
He slid a finger inside her slick opening, and when she moaned in pleasure, he added another, stretching her, getting her ready for him.
She was almost there, almost ready to break apart for him.
“Tomasso, I need…I need.”
“I know what you need, baby.”
He stood up, bracing himself on one arm as he leaned along the length of her, sliding his fingers between her folds again, rubbing his fingers against her clit in a slow pattern, edging her closer and closer to the ledge.
And just when she was at the precipice, he slid three fingers inside of her, thrusting in and out, hitting that tender bundle of nerves that had her fisting the sheets, and calling his name.
He whispered in her ear, “Come for me, baby.” And she splintered like distressed wood under pressure, her walls clamping down around his fingers as her orgasm seized her muscles.
He kept stroking her through her release, while his thumb rubbed against her clit, making the assault on her senses so much more intense.
