She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me with a force and passion that sent me reeling.
As she lifted her lips from mine, her blue eyes deepened to that side of her I’d seen last night. “I want to be loved like that. And, Tim? I love you like that too.”
My heart was full to fucking bursting. “That’s everything to me. That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”
A beautiful blush rose on her neck and face at my words. I reeled her in with my arms and pulled her into a tight hug, and she buried her face in my neck. I moved my face down to hers. My lips nudged hers open, and my tongue stroked hers like Icouldn’t get enough. She tasted of honey and smelled of roses—old-fashioned, but fresh and sexy.
I slowly trailed my fingers over her knees and thighs and under her dress and cotton underwear, finding her satiny under my touch. Her eyes were languid and dark, her cheeks already flushed pink.
I leaned farther over the console and flicked my tongue teasingly against hers as my fingers strummed and plunged and circled against her until her breath went raspy. Her hips writhed and bucked under my fingers as she reached up and pushed her hands against the ceiling until she came apart. “Yes, oh God, Tim,yes.”
With barely a breath, she climbed over the console and sat astride my lap. She plunged her hands into my hair, lust in her wild eyes. At the sight of her hunger, heat welled up in me, and I gripped her hips and tugged them flush with mine.
“Feel that?” I rasped out.
“Yes,” she said, rolling against me.
“That’s how much I want you.” I unzipped the back of her skirt as I flicked and swirled my tongue against her neck. I wanted to block out everything else in the world—our families, our work, our problems—and just enjoy this moment.
“Let’s take everything off,” she said, lifting my shirt. “I want to feel you against me.”
It must have been her reference to feeling me against her.
I froze and muttered, “Shit.”
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t have a condom. They’re in my gym bag back home.”
We both slumped against each other.
Was it too soon to say this?
“Hey, I’ve been tested and I’m clean,” I said. “It was part of medical for rugby season, but I do it regularly anyway.”
She pulled up her head from my chest. “And of course I was tested after Perry.”
“How do you feel about not using condoms?” I asked. Excitement strobed through my body, ridiculously eager at the prospect, but I forced myself to say it gently, without pressure. “It’s a big step. It’s early, but you are it for me, Tabs. Exclusive, everything, you are my future. You have to feel comfortable with this, though.”
Hyperaware of her reaction, I scanned her face for any hesitation, but there was only a keen glitter in her eyes, her lips open, her tongue tracing her teeth.
“Yes, I’m comfortable with this. I trust you.” She curled her fingers into my T-shirt. “I want this. I wantyou.”
44
Tabitha
Tim gave mea devastating grin, and his eyes flashed. “Oh fuck, this feels like all my holidays have come at once. No. Better. It’s like I’ve just scored that try against SwindonandI’ve just sold my latest houseandI’ve just landed in the Greek Islands.”
I laughed, my nerves tingling, my belly tightening, until his lips slammed on mine, his kiss hard, ravenous, and I loved how desperate he felt. I’d never been with a man who wanted me so badly that he uttered such ridiculously enthusiastic things, not able to hide his lust for me.
And I was able to release myself too. Laugh easily, show him how much I loved him, be silly, be intimate with him, utterly abandoned to him because of the huge level of trust I felt for him now. And it wasn’t just about his grand declarations of his love for me. He’d opened up about his mother, his worry for herfuture, and he’d agreed with me that he needed to immediately come clean to his sister, accept her help, and share the load of the decisions with her.
It all added up to me tossing my reservations and inhibitions out the truck window, to roll across the grass, into the river, and away forever. I was so caught up in a haze of kissing, my body felt combustible. I tugged off his T-shirt as he stripped off my suit jacket and then started unbuttoning my shirt. Even the scrape of his rough fingers against my bare skin sent me breathless.
“Shit, how can there be so many buttons on a shirt?” he gasped out between snatched kisses. Then finally, he was done, and he tore the shirt off me and stared, voracious. “Oh, but it’s so fucking worth it.”
His fiery gaze ripping a thrill through my body, I ran my hands over the hard muscles of his chest. He gave me a look that made my hands shoot down his abs. Parting the seam of my lips, his tongue pushed in and danced over mine, dirty and wet. My hips pulsated against him at the feel of his hardness rubbing into my belly.
