Page 108 of Full Tilt
“That depends.” She grins.
Cupping the back of her head in my palm, I run my lips across hers. “On what?”
“If that annoyingly delicious curry you made me is still on the menu. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I finished the last of it from my freezer.”
“I can teach you how to make it, if you’d like?”
She pulls back, scrunching up her nose. “I hate cooking. It’s a means to an end for me.”
“Ah yes,” I jest. “You prefer moldy, horrible takeout pizza that’s likely to give you food poisoning.”
She looks genuinely hurt at my dig. “Actually, I have been eating way better since I met you.”
I inch forward so my hard cock presses into her jean-covered center, and I swear to God, I feel her grow wet for me. “What are you trying to tell me, Jen? That I’m having a positive impact on your life?” My words are dripping with bravado, although I mean every one of them.
“You definitely are when it comes to my nutritional plan.”
“Mmhmm,” I hum against her lips. “Speaking of nutrition …”
“Oh my God …” she quietly croons when I press myself into her a little more.
I’m fighting with everything I have to keep this interaction PG since there are a couple of families still on the rink.
“I think it’s high time I ate.” I drop my eyes to her pussy, now convinced she’s soaking. “And my girl is on the menu tonight.”
She bites down on her bottom lip.
“Along with butternut squash curry,” I add, pulling a giggle from her.
“Okay,” she answers after a couple of beats. “I’ll come home with you.”
I light up like a fucking preteen when he sees his date at the school dance.
Jenna jumps down off the side and taps me on the shoulder. “Don’t get too carried away, Tommy. I’m only using you for your culinary skills.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
JENNA
I’ve made a lot of assumptions about Tommy over the months I’ve known him. But one assumption I didn’t make? How hands-on he can be with a girl.
From the second he wrapped his arms around my waist at the outdoor rink he took me to after we left Rise Up, I don’t think there’s been a full minute where he hasn’t found a way to hold a part of my body.
It’s like he knows that physical touch is my love language. And I’m starting to think it might be his too.
Tommy was right when he said that we were essentially the same person. Only now, I can find fewer reasons to refute his claim. I don’t want to refute it anymore.
Taking me by the hand, he leads me out of the elevator and into his apartment, scanning the door lock with his key fob. The last time I was here, I hightailed it out of there after having another meltdown over sleeping with him. That night didn’t end well, but it feels like so much has shifted between us since.
The man standing in front of me, removing my beanie and taking my coat, is not the same person he was back then.
Scratch that thought. He was always this person. It’s just now he’s allowing me to see all of him.
Privilege over being the person he’s opening up to runs through my veins, inflating my heart as he pulls me into his warm body. Tommy is the only guy I know who is just as hot without an inch of effort to his appearance as he is in a tux. I’ve always been painfully attracted to his physique and looks. And now that I can see the person beneath the tattoos and muscles? Let’s just say that he’d better not hurt me.
Uncertainty overtakes my thoughts as he looks down at me. Only the lamp in the corner of his living space illuminates his face. I can tell he’s trying to work out what’s going on in my head. Good luck to him since I can’t figure out my own emotions. They feel scrambled. All I know is that I want to be here tonight, in his company.
“I know I said I’d make you food, and I promise I will. But right now, I really want you, Jenna.”
