Page 99 of Full Tilt
“I want more with you.”
My declaration hangs in the silence of my car. I drove here tonight, determined to bring Jenna Miller back into my life. Did I expect to ask her for more than that? No. But this girl is likemagic, drawing inner thoughts and feelings from me without uttering a word.
I take her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together in her lap.
“You’ve always wanted a man to wrap his arms around you, no?”
She nods once, shallow puffs of breath steaming my windshield. The streets are busy tonight, but my windows are tinted, granting us all the privacy we need.
“When was the last time you had a boyfriend, Jenna?” My voice is just as breathy, my heart working overtime to pump oxygen to vital organs. I’ve never felt so lightheaded.
“A while ago,” she replies.
I kiss the underside of her jaw. “I’ve never had a girlfriend. Ever.”
She nods like this isn’t news to her.
“But I want to try with you. My heart hasn’t left me with another choice. I think it set out hating you because, deep down, you’ve had this hold over it, and that’s not something that’s ever happened. Not with any other girl.”
Casually, I trail my other hand across her upper thigh, stopping when I reach the high split in her dress, and I dip my fingers beneath the material. Her skin is soft and hot, reacting with every inch I take toward her apex.
When I reach her pussy, her flimsy excuse for a thong is already drenched, and I part my thighs wider, taking her thighs wider too.
“I get it if you don’t want to put a label on us yet. Maybe it’s too soon, or maybe you’re still pissed at me for everything I’ve done.”
I push my fingers beneath her panties and slide two through her. “But at least let me touch you and take you out like you’re mine.”
I enter her with a single finger, and she throws her head back into my shoulder, moaning toward the roof of my car.
Pride swells in my chest.I did that to her.
“Tommy, if you hurt me one more fucking time, I will unleash my brother on you.”
I’d laugh if I didn’t think she was serious. Holt Miller is a fucking fly-half tank.
Withdrawing my finger slowly, I push it back inside her, and she moans again. Then I add a second and pump her carefully. I know she’ll make a mess of us both and likely my seat.
Good.
Leaning forward, I whisper into the shell of her ear, smiling the whole time, “With the way I’m starting to feel about you, Jenna, I’ll annihilate myself before your brother even gets a look in. You’re fully under my skin, penetrating my bones.”
“You see …” She sucks in a sharp breath and releases it when I curl my fingers and find her front wall. “This is the Tommy I like—the one who makes me feel special.”
When I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth to taste, Jenna turns in my lap to watch the way I lick her clean from my hand.
“Let me take you back to my place tonight. You can stay all day tomorrow. I might be back on the team, but we don’t have a practice.”
“I hate spending all day in bed,” she replies, running her finger across my bottom lip. “I like to be active.”
“Okay,” I reply. Pushing my fingers back inside her heat. “We can do something tomorrow, but only if you agree to this one thing.”
She looks suspicious, and my heart rate picks up.
“Agree to date me,” I say quietly. “Before I let myself go any further with you, I need to know that you won’t mess around with other guys.” I close my eyes and wish away thoughts ofJenna in another man’s bed. “Date me and give me one last chance to be the man I know I can be for you.”
I stroke inside her pussy, and she pins her bottom lip between her teeth as she clamps her thighs around my hand, slowly coming all over my fingers.
“I’m mad with myself each time I give in to you, Tommy. You don’t deserve any more pieces of me.”
