Page 56 of Waiting for Tuesday

It had been less than twenty-four hours since he’d filled me in his bedroom, but now, right now, I felt like I was eating for the first time in a week.

He rocked with me, filled me, stretched me in the way I needed to be stretched, and loved me the way I needed to be loved. He plunged inside me, deep and hard, then slow and deliberate. He pulled out of me until only the tip remained before slamming inside of me again, over and over, again and again, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him; I needed to be closer. I found the edge of his shirt and pulled it up, sighing when my fingers found the skin of his back. I gripped him to me, savoring the flex of each muscle as it constricted with each thrust into my body.

His head rested in the crook of my neck while our bodies moved as one. I kissed his ear, nipping at any skin with my teeth, filling my mouth with every bit of him I could get my lips on.

He groaned in the back of his throat then plunged inside me again, making love to me in a way that felt like dancing. He was leading me in a waltz, so perfectly it was as if we’d practiced a thousand times. It was a dance that was raw, passionate, and hungry—so, so hungry.

In that moment, with my back pressed into the green upholstered couch, the edge of my skirt pushed up to my throat, and my arms wrapped around this solid man, I resolved not to care what happened in the future. I didn’t care if I ended up crushed into a million vulnerable pieces on the floor, because each moment with John was worth the risk, worth the hurt.

And that’s when I shattered, my heart open, my legs shaking as the man I was falling in love with collapsed on top of me with his pants still pushed down around his ankles. I wrapped my arms around him, panting, feeling his heavy breath against my neck, cooling the perspiration that had settled on my skin.

I was in for the long haul with John, because not in a million years could I force my legs to walk away from him. The only way this would end was if he walked away fromme.

Chapter TWENTY-THREE

Tuesday

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Ismothereda cry into the side of the couch as John inched his way up my thighs. He had his tool belt still on, grinning like the devil ashe kissed, licked, and bit his way up my legs. It was broad daylight out, the guys were on the other side of the closeddoor,and this wasn’t a good idea. I shook my head in protest. “We can’t do this, John, they’ll hear us.”

His grin only widened, and he kept coming, kissing his way up my body until his mouth settled on the thin cotton underwear that was the only thing separating his tongue from devouring me.

I grabbed his shoulders, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but he pinned my arms at my sides. “Shhh… Be quiet, Tuesday, or they’ll hear you.” Then he bit his lip, knowingquietwas an impossibility for me. His head dipped down again, and he pushed my panties to the side with his nose.

Oh God, I surrender.

My head fell back to the corduroy cushions, and I found the pillow behind my head and covered my face to muffle my cries. He was so good at this, his tongue warm, wet, and soft. His fingers plunged inside me, curling up to add the perfect amount of pressure. Then his mouth started doing magical things, sucking, blowing, licking, and making love to me in a way that was completely selfless.

I wasn’t sure what spurred this delicious form of torture this afternoon, but I wasn’t complaining. Five minutes earlier, I’d been stocking the shelves in the front of the store when he came from the back room to tell me he needed to talk to me about the new project I’d asked him about.

A lot of extra things seemed to be popping up lately. Projects were taking longer than originally expected, and I kept finding little additions I was convinced needed to be done. But we both knew what we were doing. We were trying to prolong this thing for as long as we could, avoiding the conversation that was too difficult to face—the conversation where we talked about what this would become when the shop opened, when his job was over.

As soon as I walked into the office, he closed the door and started kissing me, which was the first time he’d done that with the guys around. We’d made love every night that week, but it was always after the guys went home, always… Until now.

I could feel myself climbing as he made love to me with his mouth. I alternated between gripping the cushion with both hands and pressing the pillow to my face to muffle my screams, and that’s when the knock sounded at the door. I pushed him away so hard he hit his lip on my knee, but I was barely able to pull my skirt back down before the door opened and Eddie’s head poked into my office.

He cleared his throat and looked down to the wood floor, but not before I caught him grinning. “Jake just pulled into the lot. I thought you should know.”

John licked at the blood that glistened on his bottom lip and nodded. “Thanks, Eddie.”

Eddie closed the door without saying another word, and I stood, pulled my panties up, and turned around to face John.

“Oh my God.” I smoothed my hands over my face then began patting down my hair, because I was sure it looked as crazy as I felt right now.

John took a tissue from my desk and dabbed his lip as another knock sounded at the door. I looked over at him, feeling guilty, panicked, and so many other things I didn’t have a name for.

He nodded, silently telling me to let him in. I swallowed before answering the door. “Come in.”

Guilty. That was exactly what my voice sounded like. Like I’d just gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar, only it was John’s tongue, and it was in my…

Jake poked his head in then pushed the door open and entered the room. He looked from me to John, brows furrowed and suspicious. “Am I interrupting something?”

I smoothed my hand over my hair and shook my head. “No… no, we were just going over the plans for the back room.” I gave him my best smile, but Jake didn’t look convinced.

I went on. “Did John tell you about the new addition? I know it’s last minute, but I think it’s going to be great. I’ve always wanted to teach classes, and then it hit me. I have all that space we didn’t know what to do with, and then John came up with the idea of the big table, and it all just went from there. So yeah, that’s what we were doing.” I took a deep breath, realizing I hadn’t taken in oxygen for a very long time, and I found the strand of feathers in my hair. “What are you doing here?

Jake frowned, then nodded to me before turning to look at John again.

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