Just a few moments later, Tommy growls against my neck. “Fuck,” he repeats over and over on a wave of ecstasy until he lies on his back, panting for air. Finally, he gathers me close while we lay skin to skin, content and sated, and I wonder why the hell it took me so long to come to my senses. This is where we both belong. Together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ANGIE
I slowly wakeas his fingers brush against the length of my arm.
“Hey, you.” His voice is raspy from sleep and causes a buzz in my core all over again.
“Hey.” I stretch out. “What time is it?”
He watches my body as I push away the duvet, exposing my skin.
“Two a.m. We’ve only slept an hour,” he says, his fingers fanning over my stomach.
“Is that all?”
“Hey, don’t knock it.” Tommy rolls on top of me, pushing strands of hair from my face. “It means,” he says pressing his lips to my jaw, “I have more time… to show you… why you, living with me …is a good idea.” He punctuates his words with kisses.
I giggle as his lips caress a line down my neck and tickle against my skin. “Your work is done here, rock God. I’m all yours.”
His body stills and his eyes meet mine. His Adam's apple bobs deep in his throat. “You’re sure about that?”
I look up, searching his eyes while I run my palms across his shoulders. “Yes, I’m certain.”
His lips meet mine with a firm touch and his fingers comb through my blonde curls. My heartbeat deafens me from the inside out, while butterflies take flight in my stomach.
From nowhere, there’s a familiar urgency between us that needs to be addressed. I pinch his bottom lip between my teeth. He doesn’t have to ask what I need, because he reads my signal with ease. Feeling him inside me is the only thing on my mind. He knows it, but a look of worry crosses his face.
“Babe. Last night. We got a little carried away.”
Oh, no. Does he have regrets?“In what way?”
“Protection. We didn’t use any. It’s my fault?—”
Thank God that’s all it is. A year after giving birth to Josh, my body didn’t want to play ball. I ended up getting a coil fitted to regulate my periods. It’s not something I’ve thought a lot about from a birth control point of view, but I can’t deny I’m relieved to have it. Especially right now.
“We’re covered. Don’t worry.” My voice is breathy as I place my hand on the back of his head, tugging him back to me. His skin is hot to the touch and his eyes are heavy with lust. Then there’s the biggest giveaway of all; his rock-solid cock between my legs. I’m confident I’ve read that signal right.
We don’t mess with foreplay; our bodies are too impatient and my legs are already open to welcome his body to mine. An overwhelming surge of pleasure rips through my core almost immediately. Arching my back, I push my breasts against him and he willingly kneads one with the palm of his hand.
Unintentionally, I scratch him a little while my fingers run across his back. It sparks an urgency inside him as if he’sdesperate to be as buried deep inside me as he can get. Every sensitive nerve ending in my body thrums and jolts in appreciation. I’m so close and clench his cock inside me, holding him firm while my skin contracts and prickles. A glorious explosion of heat releases deep in my centre, and I cry out as the force of my climax takes over. Tommy’s pace quickens while his eyes become wild with pleasure, and within a few moments, he growls out his release.
We’re wet with heat, gasping for air, and basking in the aftershocks of our climax. I haven’t experienced this kind of elation in a very long time. I could get used to this.
Light slowly creeps under the blinds, but we haven’t slept. Instead, we talked for most of the night. I say most because I couldn’t resist getting my fill of Tommy Graham, the sexiest drummer on the planet. I wanted to show how much I appreciated his patience and, hopefully, that I was worth the wait.
I’m staring up into his beautiful, warm eyes while he lies on his side. His palm runs over my arm and back again until he interlocks our fingers together. It’s been the most amazing night, but we’ve got to wake up to reality soon.
“Babe? It’s just after eight. We should think about picking up the boys.”
“Ugh.” I reach over and plonk a pillow over my head. “I don’t want to be a grown-up today.” My wish for time to stand still obviously hasn’t come true.
Tommy’s deep chuckle strikes a spark in my centre. He grabs the pillow, throwing it to the floor, then his mouth caresses my earlobe. “It would be too easy to lie here with you all day and shut the world out.”
“I wish we could.” I turn my head to the side, giving him better access.
“You know the boys have probably been driving Calla mad since six this morning.”
