Lies(31)

His lips graze the side of my neck as he speaks. His hands and his mouth are perfection, messing with my mind. The heat of his body pressed up against mine. Thom never used to be particularly tactile when it came to sex. Though I guess keeping me from feeling his scars made things complicated. Now, however, everything seems to have changed.

“Put your hands on me.”

My hands are fisted at my sides.

“Let me distract you for a little while. Let me please you.”

“You’re seriously persuasive, do you know that? What is this, the full secret agent treatment?”

“Fuck, I love how soft you are.”

“I-I’m not sure about this,” I stutter, my breath coming heavy.

He rests his forehead against mine with a sigh. “It’s up to you. Tell me to stop and I will.”

Only I’m not sure I want that either. I’m frozen. Confused. “You will?”

“Of course. I’m not taking anything else from you that you’re not willing to give. We’ll do whatever you want.” His lips press gently against mine. “You already know what I want.”

“The hard-on pressing into my stomach kind of gives it away.”

“I bet it does. But I can wait.” His chuckle is this deep and harsh sound sending a shiver straight down my spine. His warm mouth on mine delivers light, sweet kisses that go straight to my head. And he smells good. Like some awesome warm and woodsy aftershave and him.

Still, I hesitate.

“Want me to take my hands off you, take a step back?”

Problem is, somewhere along the line, he’s become the balm to all my fears. I’ve never met anyone less like a teddy bear, and yet I want to hold him tight until the monsters under the bed go away.

“No.”

“All right, then,” he says, doubtless pondering the confusion that is my chaotic state of mind. I almost pity the man. “I know… How about once we get this mess sorted, we just go get married? Get on a plane to Vegas and just get the job done. No more discussion. What do you say?”

“What?!” My jaw falls open in surprise, and he’s right there. Tongue sliding into my mouth, rubbing against mine. I was absolutely about to hit rant mode. To tell him he can’t be serious. But now it’s much too late. The man is kissing me stupid. It was all a trick, damn him. And I fell for it.

With his demanding mouth on mine, there’s no mayhem or death or anything outside of this moment. Just me and him connecting on a new level. Never in my life has someone kissed me like this. Like touching me, being here with me, is his sole reason for existing. I know, given our history, there’s every chance it isn’t real. Yet right now, I’m finding it hard to care. Thom and I suddenly have serious chemistry. Like off-the-charts, breath stealing, blazing heat and lust. If he’s faking it, I might just have to kill him. The man makes my heart feel cumbersome. Just generally big and confused and…I don’t know. Pretty sure I need a feelings warning whenever he’s around. That would be useful.

My fingers fist in the fine cotton of his button-down shirt. While his big hand slides down my back to grab ahold of one of my ass cheeks. He’s grinding his hard cock into me, turning us both on, no doubt. Dry humping has never been so exciting. Our teeth knock together and he all but eats at my mouth. Nothing about this is sweet or slow. The cool and calm operator is nowhere to be seen. It’s good to know I’m not in this alone.

We need to be skin to skin. This is all that matters right now. However, my hands are trembling over the buttons on his shirt. It’s frustrating as all hell.

Thom kisses me once, twice, then pulls away.

“Hang on, babe.” He grips the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head. Buttons go flying. Oh well. Next, he grabs the hem of my knit top, pulling it up and over my breasts. I lift my arms and he gently eases it over my head. “God, I love your tits. Have I ever told you that?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No?” he asks, voice husky. “Shit. Sorry. You have the most magnificent fucking breasts I’ve ever seen.”

I tug at his belt, getting it undone and out of the way. Then the button and zip on his pants. Thom quite helpfully toes off his shiny shoes, trying to kiss me all the while. Coordinated, we are not. Though we sure make up for it with dedication to the cause. In a frenzy of motion and need, our clothing disappears piece by piece. It sits pooled at our feet, soon kicked aside. Turns out I couldn’t care less about looking after designer goods when getting naked with Thom is on the line.

Soon, we’re both standing there in our underwear. Or at least I am. He pushes down his boxer briefs, the hard length of his cock jutting out, pointing straight at me.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he says with a smile. There’s something hesitant about it, and a softness to his gaze I haven’t seen before. Like I’m not the only one feeling things here. As if getting real with me is a big step for him too. God, I hope I’m not misinterpreting this. Not projecting or imagining things.

I swallow past my dry throat. “I-I’m not.”

“So beautiful.”

His hands slip around my sides to undo my bra. A gentle touch slides the straps off my shoulders, tugs the underwired cups away from my body. Then, it, too, is on the floor. Eyes heated, he takes the weight of my breasts in his hands, thumbs flicking over my nipples. Electricity shoots through me. My panties are the only thing standing between us now. A damp thong that doesn’t stand a chance.