“I love how wet I make you, Tasha.” He groaned as he rotated his hips beneath her, making her moan in response. “Lift your dress up, baby.”
She did exactly as he instructed and as she held the fabric of her skirt around her waist she jumped at the sound of fabric tearing. The black lace that was once her pants was pulled from beneath her, adding friction to the sensations she was already feeling, making her throw her head back slightly as she sucked in air between her teeth.
“Just like our first night together, me tearing your underwear off you.” He ginned, then closed his eyes briefly, as if reliving that moment.
“Good job I didn’t wear a bra then.”
She laughed as he pushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, encouraging her to pull her arms free, tugging the top of her dress down to reveal her pert and rounded breasts already tight with desire. With a curl of his finger, he summoned her towards him.
“Maybe we should have more first dates.” He lifted one of her elongated, hard nipples towards his mouth and as he alternated between licking, sucking and biting she felt sensation beginning to ripple through her body. His hand simulated the same movements and pressure on the other nipple making her writhe against him.
“This isn’t like a first date I’ve ever had,” she moaned as he released her.
“Then maybe you should tell me what your first dates have been like. Better still, maybe I should take you on a proper first date and see if I can get past first base.” He smiled, reached up and cupped her head, preparing to pull her lips to his.
“I don’t even know what first base is,” she replied quite seriously, making him laugh.
“Well, we are on our way to a home run, baby, so we’re way past first base.” With a single laugh, one hand on her hip and the other still holding her head he flipped her onto her back then leaned down, kissing her roughly as she heard the sound of him unfastening his jeans. Maybe she should get him to introduce her to all of the bases.
Chapter 32
Tasha managed to get back to the car with Jim after seeing Dan and Pippa off at the airport before she burst out crying.
“Honey, they will be back soon enough for the wedding.” Jim stretched for her and held her tightly against his chest.
“I know, ignore me. I’m being stupid,” she sniffed.
“It’s not stupid to care about them or to miss them,” he reassured her.
“I know, but I haven’t lived with them for years and they are safer than they’ve ever been, thanks to you, so why should I be upset now?” She was confused by her own unexpected upset.
“I don’t know, but maybe because they are farther away than they have been before or maybe because your life is moving in a different direction. I really don’t know. Do you want them to move out here with us? Is that what they want? If it is, we can arrange that. I just want you to be happy. I need you to be happy here with me, baby.” His tone and offer were serious. He loosened his grip in order to see and gauge her reaction.
“I don’t know, James. Maybe it’s because of the distance and the whole goodbye thing. It’s different leaving them in another part of town. I have no idea whether either of them have any interest in coming out here on anything other than holidays and they don’t have the same motivation as me to uproot their whole life.” She gently stroked his face, grateful for his offer and understanding. “Let’s wait and see what happens when they return to their own lives and school.”
“If that’s what you want.” He smiled, possibly relieved. “What do you want for lunch? We can then start on our talking plan.”
“Lunch as in a first date?” She grinning at him, unsure if he’d actually answer.
“No. We don’t talk when we make out,” he told her with a hint of chastisement but smiled back at her.
“You talk when we make out,” she corrected, making him laugh.
“I think you like that I talk.”
“No. I love that you talk.” She fidgeted in her seat, wondering whether going home to bed was an option rather than lunch.
“Lunch, Natasha,” he chided. “You’re already distracting me now that we’re alone again.”
“Roast beef,” she seemed to announce with enthusiasm.
“Roast beef?”
“Yes, roast beef, for lunch.”
“Okay.” He’d have agreed to eat anything she wanted. He was glad she seemed over the initial upset she’d felt at her siblings leaving, but glad that she hadn’t seized his offer of moving them out to join them because as much as he loved her and had grown fond of them, he had to admit, if only to himself, that he really didn’t want to share her with anyone else on a daily basis so soon, but he knew she’d needed the offer to be made.
“I didn’t expect Yorkshire pudding too.” Tasha was genuinely excited at the sight of her lunch when it arrived.
