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“Fine,” she huffs, her annoyance turning breathy when I pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. “You’ve got your chance.”
That’s my girl.
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“Stop tryin’ to run me off, Tennessee.”
The words echo in my head and I hate that heknowswithout me even saying it. A part of me wants him to let me down before we’ve even started. It’s sick and twisted but I can’t help it.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he growls, unhooking my bra and dragging it down my arms.
“That’s all I do. That’s how we wound up here in the first place.”
“Then let me do the thinking and you justfeel.” The last word is punctuated by his rough hands cupping my breasts, huge and swollen, and all Ifeelis relief.His touch is reverent, his unbridled masculinity making me want to fall at his feet because the enormity of his power is coupled with safety.
He makes me feel safe—he makes me feel like I canlet go.
I felt it in the bar and I feel it now—the ease of handing my body over to him, knowing that he’ll protect me.
Worship me.
Make me whole when I’ve barely been a shell of the person I’m supposed to be.
Draping my arms loosely around his shoulders, I let him feast on me, his hands and mouth igniting a pool of desire between my legs that I haven’t felt in so damn long.
Since the last time we were together.
“Stand up so I can take your pants off.”
“Leggings,” I correct and then gasp when his teeth bite down not so gently on one nipple.
“Take themoff.”
Moving off his lap, I shimmy out of my clothes, my belly protruding slightly as he takes me in. “How come I’m the only one naked? Again.”
“Because I haven’t gotten you in bed yet,” he says matter-of-factly, as he holds his hand out to me. “And when that day comes, I’m gonna take my time and enjoy every inch of you.”
A little shiver races over my body as he guides me back onto his lap, his thighs thick and straining the denim.
“You think I’m gonna let you in my bed?” I tease as he grips my thighs, his hands sliding up to the apex of my legs.
“I’ll earn it, Tennessee, don’t you worry.” Deft fingers tease up and down my slit, the gentleness at odds with this mountain of a man.
“I need more.”
“You need to wait until I’m ready to give it to you.”
“That’s not how this works,” I whine, moaning when he slides one thick finger inside me.
“I’m doin’ all the thinking right now.”
“I can’t shut it off,” I admit, desperation seeping into my veins.
“I know, but I need you ready.”
“Please.”
