‘Wasn’t it just?’
I looked at him, a sly smile on my face. I hooked a leg up and over him, then in one movement, pushed him onto the bed and rolled on top of him.
His eyes widened in surprise.
‘Quite the manoeuvre,’ he said, obviously impressed.
I waggled my brows a couple of times, then opened the drawer and took out a condom. ‘Shall I do the honours?’ I asked.
‘Be my guest.’ He placed his hands behind his head, making his biceps bulge beneath his T-shirt.
‘Mind taking that off?’ I asked, my eyes dropping to his chest.
He half-sat, his abs rippling beneath his shirt, and pulled it over his head one-handed from the collar. He tossed it aside.
‘Quite the manoeuvre,’ I echoed, and he grinned.
I moved onto his lower half, undoing his jeans and shoving them and his briefs down to his shins.
‘You really do have a beautiful cock,’ I said, appraising it as I ran my hand up and down the shaft with a feather-light touch.
He let out a deep, throaty moan. I stopped teasing him, tore open the condom packet, then slid on the condom. He moaned even louder.
‘You like that?’ I asked.
‘You know I do,’ he growled back. I was about to climb on top of him when he tutted at me. ‘Uh-uh, my turn to be on top.’
‘Fair,’ I replied, sitting back on my haunches.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Tommy sat up, kicked off his shoes, slid off his socks, wriggled out of his jeans and briefs – expertly, mind you, no awkward contortions – then grabbed me, flipped me onto my back, and climbed between my legs.
‘Also impressive.’
‘Still a few tricks up my sleeve.’
We grinned at each other, then he entered me, and my smile fell away as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him close to me as we became one.
24
Thought of the day…
Careful what you wish for, because what if you get it,but it doesn’t serve you?
(Champagne and cake are the exceptions.)
It was before dawn when I woke, the dull whomp-whomp of the helicopter off in the distance. Julian had left.He’ll be okay, I told myself firmly, heading off any catastrophising before it took hold.
A hand reached for me under the covers, and I rolled over to face Tommy.
‘Hello,’ I said, lacing my fingers through his.
‘Hello.’
The dim light cast shadows across his face, making him look like a different person. I trained my eyes on each of his features in turn until he looked like Tommy again.
We locked eyes.
‘What’s going on in there?’ he asked, glancing at my forehead.
