Page 68 of That Reunited Feeling

To make this man remove his mouth from my nipple would be a crime against humanity, but I slide my hands against his chest and ease him off me anyway.

“Don’t make me stop.” His tongue searches for my other aching nipple, which does feel a tad left out, but it can have its turn later.

I push him harder until he’s kneeling between my legs on the seat. “I need to see what you were hiding in your hands that morning on the landing.”

“You just said it’s too dark to see.” His voice is low and heavy.

I trace the outline of the shape in his jeans, causing him to suck in air between his teeth.

“I can see enough.” I repeat his words back to him. “And I can feel you.” I give his hardness a squeeze, and every muscle in his body tenses. “And I want to taste you.”

Part of me wants this to last forever, but urgency overtakes me. I pop open the button, slide down the zipper, and yank down his jeans and boxers until I’m eye to eye with a penis that’s bigger, harder, and more delicious-looking than anything made in the chocolate shop this evening.

I stroke from balls, to shaft, to tip. The sensation of him under my fingers is enough to set my inner walls clenching with my need to feel him there too.

He shudders under my touch. “Please do what you did to the one in the shop.”

“Do you mean this?”

I take his silky head between my lips. My entrance throbs with desperation, jealous of my mouth. I find the ridge with my tongue and run it all the way around.

Tom grabs the back of the driver’s seat with one hand and fists my hair with the other. “Fuck. Hannah. Fuck. That’s so good.”

Lapping my tongue over the smooth head, I suck and massage it, then pop it from my mouth just as I’d done with the chocolate one.

“Christ, I need you.” He reaches for my waistband. “I need you like I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t have you.” He undoes my jeans and grapples with them, making zero progress. “But there’s no way I can get these off you in this tight space.”

“Condom?” I ask.

“Of course not. I don’t just carry those things around with me.” He sounds offended. “Oh.” Then the realization hits. “Shit.”

This might be the most frustrating moment of my entire existence. “You brought me on a date withno condom?”

“I guess I wasn’t sure we’d…didn’t want to assume we’d…”

“And there you were, thinking that accidentally booking us into a chocolate penis-making class was your biggest organizational error of the evening.”

He shifts to sit on his butt. “Take your jeans off.” He yanks his the rest of the way down.

“What? But?—”

“Just take them off. I promise this plan will work.” Swiftly kicking off both shoes, he pushes his pants all the way off over his feet and lobs them onto the drivers’ seat.

“Your others haven’t gone so well.”

He sits next to me, naked from the waist down, erection bobbing around in the moonlight shining through the side window. “Oh, I promise you this one is going to go very well indeed.”

As someone who’s spent their whole adult life raising a child, constantly being the one to do all the thinking, all the decision-making, all the instructing, there is something indefinably hot about Tom’s commanding tone, about being the one to receive the instructions for once.

I press my feet into the back of the passenger seat and somehow shimmy myself out of my jeans and give them a victory toss into the front of the car. “My unhooked bra flapping around isn’t helping.”

“I’ll take your mind off it. Come here.” He grabs my ankles and swings them around until I’m lying on my side, my back flat against the back of the seat.

“Whoa. Smooth move.”

“You might like this one too.”

He slides down and with a couple of grunts contorts himself to kneel on the floor.

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