I want…
I want him. In ways that scare me a little. But there’s only one of those ways that matters right now, so I push everything else to the side as I lean forward, putting my lips on his.
Tobias pulls me close, his hands moving over me. My back. My arms. My thighs. He shoves up my dress, leaning back to look down where our bodies are pressed together. There’s pure, unrestrained lust in his expression as his hips flex, dragging the back of his dick along my slit to rub against my clit.
My head drops forward at how good it feels. How goodhefeels.
And I want more.
Tobias makes an unhappy sound of protest when I shift, separating us.
But it’s only for a second. Because after a quick adjustment to the angle of my body, the head of him is pushing into me, stretching just a little as I sink over him.
Tobias’s arms wrap around my back, hands flexing against the fabric of my dress as I start to move. His face is close to mine as he begins to move with me, thrusting up as I comedown. Each breath passes from my lungs to his as I lose myself in the moment. In him.
In us.
Sex has never felt like this, and I don’t want it to end. But with him sitting up like he is, each move has my clit grinding against his pelvis, and it’s too much while also being exactly right.
“That’s it.” Tobias’s voice is low. “Use me. Take what you need.”
His lips move against my neck, trailing along the scoop of my dress’s neckline. When a finger hooks into the fabric, pulling it and my bra to one side so his mouth can lock onto my nipple, I tip right over the edge. It’s so much more than I’m expecting, and it overwhelms me. Leaves me shaking and weak, with ringing ears and useless limbs.
It also leaves me with tears running down my face. I don’t even notice them until Tobias’s lips track their path over my cheeks, his voice low as he tells me how perfect I am. How beautiful. How strong.
How brave.
It barely registers as he stands from the couch, kicking away his pants before carrying me upstairs. After peeling away my dress and replacing it with a T-shirt that smells like his skin, he slides me under the covers and stretches out beside me.
Pulling me close, he presses a kiss to my head and says, “Go to sleep, Brooklyn Marie.”
I feel wrung out. In good ways and bad. Like I was stripped emotionally bare. All the old awful thoughts and feelings that plagued me seem far away now.
But without them in the way, I’m forced to face the truth they were blocking.
I’m falling in love with Tobias Bradshaw.
“You hungry?” His voice is sleepy in my ear as he pulls me closer. “I think I’ve got some strawberry Pop-Tarts we can play catch with.”
I smile in spite of the riot happening in my head. “Do you really have them, or are you just making a joke?”
“Both.” Tobias’s hand strokes over my hair. “I told you I’m doing everything I can think of to keep you here with me.”
I snuggle into his chest, fingers tracing along the scatter of hair there. “And that plan includes Pop-Tarts?”
“That plan includes whatever I think will sweeten the deal.” He twists a strand of my hair around one finger. “Pop-Tarts. A swimming pool.” He tucks his chin, looking down at me. “How do you feel about miniature cows?”
“Miniature cows?” I’m not sure where that came from. “I think I’m more of a dog person.”
Tobias angles a brow. “You sure?”
“Positive.” I give his skin a little pinch. “I do want those Pop-Tarts you promised though.”
“Say less.” Tobias slides away from me, straightening to his full height before stretching with a grunt.
I can’t help but stare as he tucks the blankets back around me. He took the time to put me in a shirt but skipped any sort of coverings for himself, so the hard lines of his body are on full display.
And they are all hard.
