Four Week Fiance 2(17)

“That dress really does look sexy on you.” He growled from behind me and pulled me back into his arms so that he could nuzzle my neck. “And those heels as well. Worth every penny I spent.”

I stiffened in his arms as he mentioned the fact that he’d paid for the dress and shoes. It still made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Like I was some sort of paid woman or something.

“I like to spoil you, Mila,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to spoil you. Please let me do that without you freezing up.”

“Fine,” I whispered as I turned my head to look at him. He gave me a quick kiss on the side of the face and then let me go.

“See you outside,” he said as he lightly tapped my bottom.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said sassily back to him and then left the room.

***

I stood by TJ’s car, wondering what the plan was. I was excited and slightly embarrassed at how exhilarated I felt while waiting in eager anticipation. I hadn’t known that sex would make me feel like this. I hadn’t known that the pull of the body could be even more intense than the pull of the heart. It made me start to understand why so many people slept around, but it did make me wonder if it was as intense and good if there wasn’t also love. I thought back to the guys I’d dated in high school and college and wondered if I would have felt the same way about them. I doubted it. I never had super intense feelings for them and I couldn’t imagine that they were as skilled as TJ.

TJ made lovemaking exciting, even slightly dangerous. I knew that he was most probably a more intense, slightly psychotic lover than most, but that made him even more intoxicating to me. Nothing about TJ was routine. Nothing about him was normal. And I loved that about him. I loved getting to know his hidden layers. It made me feel like I was getting to know him better.

“What are you thinking about?” TJ’s voice was caressing as he walked towards me with a confident strut and a sly smile on his face.

“I was thinking about my ex-boyfriends,” I said honestly, watching as he frowned.

“What?” He looked annoyed as he stopped in front of me.

“I was just wondering what it would have been like if we’d had sex,” I said sheepishly. “If they would have wowed me in bed like you have.”

TJ just stared at me then. I don’t think he got the compliment I’d given him, based on the angry look on his face. My stomach sank as I realized I’d said the wrong thing.

“I mean, not that I want them to come and wow me in bed now . . . ” My voice trailed off and he continued to just stare at me. “I was just thinking about the past.” I made a face at him. “Say something.”

“What do you want me to say?” TJ growled at me. “I think I’d rather show you than tell you.”

“Show me what?”

“How I’m thinking and feeling.” His eyes glittered at me. “I’ll make you forget all those exes once and for all.”

“It’s not like I want to be with them.” I sighed. “I was just telling you what was going through my mind the moment you came up to me.”

“Mila,” he said with a shake of his head, “enough.”

“Enough what?” I gawked at him. “I haven’t even really said anything. It’s not like we were in bed and I screamed out one of their names or had fantasies of you being one of them.”

“Mila.” He came closer to me and his nostrils were flaring. “You are completely ridiculous.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I frowned at him. “I’m not ridiculous.”

“If I weren’t a gentleman, I would bend you over right here and now and show you what’s what,” TJ said, his voice throaty as he leaned down to look into my eyes.

“Yeah, I guess if you weren’t a gentleman, you would do that,” I said, my breath coming quickly as I looked up into his eyes, my lips a mere inch from him.

“Are you doubting the fact that I’m a gentleman?” he said, his lips moving against mine but not kissing me.

“Would that be a surprise?” I said as my lips touched his gently.

“No.” He chuckled and pressed his lips against mine harder, this time actually kissing me.

“You know you’re a dirty rotten scoundrel inside.” I kissed him back and then tugged on his lower lip with my teeth.

“And you love it,” he said, his eyes staring into mine as his hands crept around my waist. “You want me to be a dirty bastard,” he said, pushing himself into me. I could feel his hardness against my lower belly and I felt a stirring inside my soul.

“I don’t want you to be anything you don’t want to be,” I said, swallowing hard as he pulled me closer towards him.

“Aren’t you considerate?” He almost purred as his hands crept up and cupped my breasts.

“Yes.” I smiled innocently back at him and reached down and grabbed his package. “I’m very considerate.” I squeezed gently and he groaned as he grew in my hands.

“Yes, you are.” He groaned and moved his mouth to my ear and blew sensually. “I want to f*ck you, Mila. I want to bend you over my car and take you from behind. It won’t be romantic and it won’t be slow.”

“Okay,” I squeaked out as I blushed.