Page 39 of Forbidden Obsessions

“What are you thinking about?” he rasps against me, tugging the waistband of my sweatpants and panties down in a single swipe.

“Your hands,” I admit, unable to bite back my smile.

“Ahh. I’m glad to see you’re still a needy little thing after a week apart,” he taunts, cupping my pussy with his palm. My head tips back at the sensation.

His gaze drags over my bandaged face and bruised neck. Under normal circumstances, I’d be self-conscious, but I’m comfortable with Tomas. I know he’s counting my wounds toward his short-comings. They aren’t a reflection of his failures, just like my sometimes debilitating anxiety isn’t a reflection of mine.

“Not like that. Well, maybe like that, too, but I didn’t meanjustin that context,” I clarify.

He plunges a finger into my wetness. My hips instinctively buck, trying to force friction. The more he teases me, the more shameless I become. I cry in protest as he draws the finger out, bringing it to my lips instead. I suck, my body turning to putty beneath his heated gaze.

“You’re not convincing me, Olivia,” he tsks.

“I meant the amount of contentment your hands bring me, not necessarily the number of orgasms. You should test that, though. For science, I mean.”

He grips my ass, lifting me. My legs wrap around him as he carries us to the bedroom. I laugh as he throws me to the bed and parts my thighs. His hand works my clit immediately, sending electricity through me from head to toe.

“Come here. I want to play, too,” I tell him, trying to reach for his belt buckle. He shifts, giving me some purchase.God, how I’ve missed his cock, too.As he continues pulling pleasure from the depths within me, I stroke him languidly. I need him in me, and he needs it, too.

“Please fuck me,” I grovel, pushing him back on his heels. He climbs up my body until we’re face-to-face and his thick, rigid cock is lined up with my waiting pussy. We moan in unison as hesinks into me, our hips finding a matching rhythm, somewhere between tenderness and all-consuming.

“As you wish, Olivia,” he says through a ragged breath.

“I love you, Tomas. I really don’t want to spend a week apart again, be it self-inflicted or otherwise.”

“Me, neither,” he groans. His hands grip my wrists, pinning them above my head as he continues thrusting.

Between the pleasure humming through my body, the heart-to-heart conversation with Mom, and the encouraging development with Mia, I haven’t felt this content in weeks. Leaning into the pleasure, I let myself drift away in the sensations. If there was ever such a thing called apathetic contentment, that would be me. I don’t like to use sex to dissociate, but it’s been a hard few weeks. Tomas tenses with a grunt, spilling himself deep within me.

After a minute of panting breaths, he pulls back and studies me blankly. “You didn’t climax,” he states objectively. There’s no judgment or accusation—just fact, like he’s interpreting data from a science experiment.

“Sorry. I enjoyed it. I’m just a little lost in my head currently. It wasn’t you,” I say honestly. My cheeks redden a bit, but the shame and embarrassment that used to grip me before Tomas doesn’t surface.

“You don’t owe me anything, Olivia. I just want to make sure you get what you need from me,” he says, stroking my hair.

I smile, because I did. I got that and more.

Chapter Seventeen

Tomas

Asoft knock on my office door startles me. “Come in,” I say. I haven’t had anyone for office hours in ions.

“I need a favor, Professor,” Mia beams with a pageant-worthy smile.

“You’re in my class, Miss Pryor?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

“Unrelated. I need the keys to the cabin,” she says.

“Why?” I ask, setting down my journal article.

“We have a rental request,” she tells me knowingly. Mia is one of the only people on the planet who knows I bought the cabin three months ago.

“For what?”

“I can’t tell you, but your presence is mandated tomorrow. That’s all I can say,” Mia shrugs, clicking her tongue.

“Fine, but I don’t want her to know about it,” I say, removing the key from my key ring. Mia salutes me, then turns to leave.

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