Page 50 of Tiny's Law

He leans back, and I gasp in shock as he purses his lips and spits straight on my clit. Gathering the new moisture, he circles my clit, causing a new sensation to well up inside me. Within seconds, I see stars and explode around him.

Pleasure engulfs us both. His eyes roll back, and I fight consciousness as my orgasm rips through me. I can’t breathe as every nerve ending in my body lights on fire, from my hair follicles all the way to the tips of my pale pink toenails.

When my soul finally re-enters my body, Tiny’s pressing featherlight kisses to my chest make my heart beat even faster than the force of my orgasm already had.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says against my neck.

A blush heats my cheeks, and I squeeze my legs around his waist. “Thank you.”

He tucks himself back into his jeans and then lifts me off my desk, helping me adjust my skirt. I watch him as he does and get lost in his amber eyes.

With my past partners, there was usually this awkward disconnect after sex. But with Tiny, I find myself comfortable in the silence. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me? It’s as if his whole world revolves around me at that moment. The feeling secures me to the present. Is it too soon to feel like I mean something to him? Or is the feeling mutual?

I shake off my momentary daydream when I hear Tiny break the silence and vaguely feel like he mentioned something about his mom.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What?”

Tiny chuckles and taps my nose. “I said my mom and my aunt are in town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner?”

My brows shoot up, reminding me it’s probably about time to start thinking about Botox with the way my forehead wrinkles in surprise. “To meet your mom?”

“I mean, my mom will be there.”

“And your aunt?”

I can feel the anxiety creeping up my throat, and my hands turn clammy. He shrugs as if meeting his mom and aunt all in one sitting is no big deal.

“Tonight?” Pulling the hem of my shirt away from my chest, I slowly shake it out and let the cold air cool my panic-flushed skin. “Like in a few hours?”

“Why not?”

“You want me to meet your mom,” I say matter-of-factly.

“Yeah?” he asks.

I clear my throat, hoping my anxiety doesn’t show and he doesn’t take it the wrong way. “I guess I can do that.”

Tiny eyes me curiously. “You guess? You don’t have to. She and my aunt came to town, and they are staying at my house. Look,” he gently grabs my elbow and pulls me into him. I rest my hands flat against his hard chest and release a deep breath. “I like you a lot Kourtney.”

“I like you too, Nathan.”

He smiles at my use of his real name and pulls me in for a slow kiss. “I won't force you to meet my mom if you’re not ready, but I’d be lying if I said that I wouldn’t love for you to meet her or that I wasn’t ready for that step.”

A smile cracks through my momentary freakout. “Ready for the meeting the parents step of our…”

“Relationship,” he finishes for me with a confident smile.

“Yeah?” Looking into his eyes, I see that he means it. He wants a relationship with me.

“Is that something you want?” Tiny takes a small step back so he can better look in my eyes.

“Do I want a relationship with you?” I ask. For some reason, the intense need to verify what he just said washes over me.

“Yes, Kourtney, do you want to be my ol’ lady?”

My eyes widen, and I mockingly smack his chest. “Did you just call me old?”

His laugh lights up his entire face, causing his eyes to wrinkle at the sides. “Trust me, babe. Ol’ lady is a term of endearment and a title that holds the highest regards in my world.”

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