Page 11 of Better than Revenge

“I know that. I do. I just…I’ve never been like this with someone and I really don’t want you to find out how bad I suck at all this.”

“Baby, you could kiss like a cold, dead fish and it would still be the hottest thing I’ve ever had my lips on.”

“Oh.”

Not sure if it’s an actual word or just a sound since she says it so low it’s almost a whisper. Before she can start overthinking things again, I push my mouth to hers and start kissing her. My hands come up to cup her face. She’s such a tiny thing; I’m actually worried a little bit that I might hurt her if I move too fast or get too rough. My fingers brush against the soft skin of her neck causing her to squirm in my lap which in turn causes my body to react in ways it hasn’t in…years.

“No rush, kitten. We have all night and good things are worth savoring.”

“Oh.” Again, it’s nothing but a whisper against my lips but I feel this one down to my soul.

How the fuck did he never take the time to find out how to make this little thing go speechless? How did he never get off teaching her everything? How did he not get fucking possessive and want to do everything in the world to keep her as his? How the hell am I going to stop when she gets this revenge she's after because in truth I wonder if I can?

My hands drift down to hold her hips and I have to really try to hold myself back to keep from holding her too tight. When I pull back, her lips are a little swollen from mine and there’s a sheen across them. She looks sexy as fuck, like the perfect temptation.

I give her another chaste kiss before whispering to her without taking my mouth away from hers, “Open for me, kitten.”

She does and I surge inside before I can grab hold of myself shocking a gasp from her.

“Shh,” I try to calm her by whispering against her lips like she whispered that sexy ‘oh’ to me, “It’s okay, sweetheart. Let me in. I won’t take more than you’re willing to give me.”

I hope anyway. The way she tempts me has my certainty shaken a little bit. The girl doesn’t mean to, but she’s more tempting than any fucking stripper or porn star. She has a natural sensuality about her that even I could see way back all those years ago when I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off her.

She nods and then opens for me and I spend the next several hours teaching my revenge-craving little kitten how to kiss and explore with our tongues. The very first innocent swipe of her tongue on mine and my cock gets even harder than it already was. When she nips at my lip with her teeth, I move her head so I can control the kiss and get more of her. Instead of gasping and pulling away from me, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and starts leaning against me.

I slowly sink lower on the couch so that she’s all but lying on top of me. Little noises pour out of her and she starts rocking against me sending my senses scattering in her wake like fucking leaves in a fall wind. Tamsin is a fucking force of nature and when I pull back to let her have some air -that doesn’t come from me- I’m cupping one of her tits with my hand while my other one is buried in her hair. Neither of us says anything for long moments. I finally move my hand off her tit so I can run it up and down her back.

“You sure you only kissed Zane?”

My question causes her to stiffen in my arms but I tighten them around her so she realizes she’s not getting away from me. I’m not ready to let her go just yet, “Yes. Why?”

“I don’t know how he could have kept his fucking hands or mouth off you? I’m not sure how I’m going to keep my tongue out of your mouth now that I know how good you taste.”

A breathy giggle comes out of her and a blush hits her cheeks. A smile tilts the corners of her mouth up as she plays with the material of my shirt.

“You all spend a lot of time kissing?” Yeah, I’m fucking jealous. And I’m man enough to fucking admit it.

I’m not about to make the same mistake that fucking loser made. If I get her under me, she’s mine! Forever!

Chapter Ten

Tamsin

The last thing I want to think about is Zane but for Levi, all this is about, is revenge. And I would be smart to remember that, “Not really. He never really wanted to do it like you do. And, um, I was never really comfortable with…him being so close.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem being close to me, kitten, so, I’m thinking that was a him problem and not a you problem.”

He gives my head a slight push so that I’m resting against his chest while he makes big circles on my back with his fingertips. He touched me and I think got to second base and I’ve only been ‘dating’ him for two days now. What does that say about me? What does that say about Levi? Is this just normal everyday play for him? How many women has he been like this with and why does the thought of him doing it every Saturday make me sick?

“He never really wanted me to sit on him either. He said I was too heavy.” I supply without him really asking because I want to stop the track my thoughts are on.

“That mother fucker. He just wasn’t man enough to hold a woman like you.”

And he is. For how many women beside me? How do I get this feeling and these thoughts to stop? I try to raise up off him, put distance between us, but those fingertips that were lightly caressing before now become his while hands holding me down. I try to remember what we were talking about.

“I don’t know about that. Before you taught me…how to do it, I guess I wasn’t very good. And I have no clue what I’m doing past kissing. Even though I have all those books about how to…do stuff.”

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing, baby.” He takes my hand that has been lying on his chest and moves it down to lay it on his pants right above his zipper. I can feel his hard-on immediately. “See.”

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