Page 109 of Full Tilt
He drags his hand down my side, gripping my hip in his palm and pressing me further into his body. I could feel how hard he was back at the rink, and now he’s like steel.
“I want to do so many things to this tight body. Take it apart in ways you never thought possible. Unravel you so you’re hanging on my next move …” He licks into my mouth on a possessive growl. “I’m falling for you, Jenna. I’ve never loved a girl, but I know I could love you. You’re my Hellion and my angel. My torturer and my sanctuary. You pull the impossible from me—love. An admission of who I am. Peace.”
My eyes glaze over. In all the time I was dating Lee, he never told me that he was falling for me. No man has ever uttered such honesty.
As I gaze up at him, he strokes his tattooed fingers lightly down the column of my throat.
“I want to sleep with you so badly, but I can’t. Not tonight.”
A crease forms between his brows. “Why not?”
I’m twenty-seven, and I shouldn’t get so embarrassed over being on my period.
“I’m … it’s that time of the month and …” I trail off, dropping my eyes down my body.
Tommy just grins down at me, running his fingers through the length of my hair. “I’m not great with girl code, but I think you’re trying to tell me that you’re on your period.”
I pin my bottom lip between my teeth. “Why do I feel like I just got my first cycle and I need to ask for a ride so I can buy tampons from the store?”
Tommy kisses the bridge of my nose. “And why are you the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on? I don’t care if you’re bleeding.” He pauses for a second. “Unless you do?”
“I don’t care,” I whisper. “But pretty much every guy I’ve ever been with did.”
Something akin to a grumble vibrates in his chest before he crosses both arms over it and removes his hoodie and shirt in one motion, leaving him in only his jeans.
“I never want you to even think, let alone talk about, another man. The only cock you’ll ever ride is mine.”
He pulls at the hem of my sweater, and I lift my arms overhead.
“Goddamn, Jenna.” Tossing my clothes across his apartment, he drops his eyes down my half-dressed body, biting on his fist as he does. “Get in my bed and fucking stay there until I tell you that you can leave.”
I’m over his shoulder before he’s even finished his sentence.
When he kicks his bedroom door closed with a thud and tosses me onto his mattress, we’re drenched in darkness. All Ican hear is the zipper on his pants as he undoes it and his belt buckle rattling when he pushes his pants to the floor.
I’m throbbing with need, scrambling to find the button on my own jeans when he stops me.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
All I can picture is how he’ll take me slowly, just like he did the last time we spent the night together.
I thought that was what I wanted this time around. But as a lustful fire burns in his eyes, I know Tommy wants to unleash.
He pulls down my jeans and period panties, not caring about the streaks of blood they leave on the inside of my thighs. If anything, the sight only fuels his desire.
I do as he asked and get on all fours on his bed.
“I might ruin your white bedsheets,” I tell him, feeling just as turned on as he looks. “And I apologize for that in advance.”
Now totally naked, Tommy hovers on his knees directly behind me, the mattress dipping with his weight. The city lights create the softest glow, and I see the way his hard cock shines with desperation.
“I don’t need your apologies, Hellion,” he growls at me. “I need your cunt. Drop your face to the mattress and stick this fine ass in the air for me.”
He smacks my ass hard, and I jerk forward, collapsing my face into the sheets.
“Do you remember our safe word?”
I nod once.
