Chapter 31
FLIP
Take it slow has been my mantra since Tally and I started down this path.
Yet one taste is all it takes to unravel my control.
She radiated sensuality on the dance floor.
And as soon as I had her in my arms, my reason took a vacation.
I can’t say I’m disappointed that she and I share similar kinks.
The feel of her, the taste, how gorgeous she is when she comes… I’m desperate for more.
Every new first with her replaces a painful memory.
It’s like we’re rewinding time, back to before I married the wrong person for the right reasons, and my views on love and relationships took a dark turn.
I need every step forward with her to count, even as I’m agonizing over what that means for me.
My hands are unsteady as I open the door to our suite.
I usher her in, toss the keycard on the side table and flip the safety before I turn to her.
We both shrug out of our winter coats. I take hers and toss it over a chair.
We move toward each other, magnet and metal.
I lift her into my arms, and she winds hers around my neck and her legs around my waist.
“God, I love it when you’re close to me.” I press my face into her hair, breathing her in.
“Me too.” She peppers kisses along my neck and the edge of my jaw.
I carry her across to the bathroom. “Thank you for letting me take things slow.”
“Thank you for making every new experience feel special.” She pulls back, her expression impish as she runs her nails down the back of my neck. “But no rewinding. Fingerbangs in public or private spaces are now on the table, and they can’t be taken off.”
“I’m already addicted to the way you feel, backtracking would be impossible.” I set her on the vanity. “Want to shower with me?”
Her eyes flare. “Fully naked?”
“That’s generally how it’s done.”
She rolls her eyes but smiles. “I get to wash all of you?”
I push her hair over her shoulders, fighting to steady my hands. “And I get to wash you.”
“I would love that,” she whispers.
“Let me turn on the water, then we can undress each other.”
“Okay.”
I drag myself away from Tally so I can start the shower.
Tally slides off the counter as I turn to face her again, my nerves resurfacing. Take it slow.
I can get naked with Tally and not have sex. I can touch her and make her feel good, and that can be enough. It’s about connection, intimacy, being vulnerable with each other.
I close the distance between us. “I can’t wait to see all of you.”
She shivers and runs her trembling hands up my chest. “Me, either.”
I kiss her cheek as she loosens my tie and bend so she can pull it over my head. She runs her fingers through my hair, taming it and calming me, then starts to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes lift as she presses a soft kiss to the center of my chest.
I shudder at the tender affection, exhaling a breath that matches her unsteady hands.
“You’re just so beautiful.” She pushes my shirt over my shoulders and tugs it free. “Everything about you, Phillip, but especially your heart.”
The water hitting tile dims until there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the staccato beat of my heart and the gorgeous woman in front of me, looking up at me with complete adoration.
“You heal me.” I steady my hand and cup her cheek, giving in to the need to kiss her, but I don’t deepen it. Not yet.
Tally works my belt free, then pops the button on my dress pants, dragging the zipper down and pushing them over my hips. I step out of them, kicking them aside. Her fingertips rest on my abs as her eyes drop to the outline of my erection, pressing against the fabric of my black boxer briefs.
She skims the waistband, and I catch her hand. “Wait please, kitten.”
“I want to touch you.” She looks up at me with wide, imploring eyes as her lips brush over my knuckles. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
“You already do.” My eyes slide closed as I center myself, body already in overdrive. “I want to savor every moment of this.” I press her hands to my chest to ground me. “And it’s my turn to undress you.”
She shivers, goose bumps rising along her skin as I skim the length of her arms, then trace the contour of her body. When I reach the hem of her dress, I follow it with my finger, dipping under to caress the inside of her thigh before I lift the fabric, revealing pale blue satin-and-lace panties.
Inch by inch, I unveil her graceful dancer’s body. She raises her arms, and I slide the fabric over her head, leaving her in her panties. She’s strong and athletic, with gentle curves. I skim from her ribs to her hip. “You’re gorgeous, Tally.”
“So are you,” she whispers.
I step closer until we’re skin to skin. She sucks in a shuddering breath that echoes how I feel inside. It feels good to have her here with me. I run my hands down her back as hers glide up my arms and link behind my neck.
Desire builds as I dip down to capture her lips and our fingers drift and explore.
Eventually I break the kiss and settle my palm against the side of her neck.
For a moment, I’m the one with no experience. Because until Tally, I haven’t allowed myself to feel anything but lust and desire. But for her, with her…I want it all, even though it terrifies me.
“You can finish undressing me now.” My voice is guttural.
Her eyes shine with excitement as she trails a single finger down my stomach and dips inside the waistband of my boxer briefs. We both take a deep breath as she tugs my boxers down my thighs.
“Oh wow.” My erection juts out in the space between us, unapologetically hard. “Okay. That’s—” Her eyes flick to mine and drop again. “I expected you to be proportional, but that’s a whole lot of something right there.”
I laugh and pull her to me, trapping my hard-on between us as I kiss her. “My ego loves you.”
“Seriously, though.” She settles her hands on my chest and pushes back so she can look down between our bodies. “You are exceptionally above average.”
“I’ll let you take measurements sometime,” I tease.
Her eyes light up. “You said it, and you can’t take it back.”
We’re both grinning as I ease a hand down her side.
The mood shifts as I hook a thumb into the waistband of her panties. The energy sparks between us. “I think it’s time to take these off.”
She nods, running her hands down my arms.
I push the satin and lace over her hips and drop to my knees so I can slide them down her calves, unveiling all of her.
I run my hands up the backs of her legs, stopping below the curve of her ass, fingers pressing into the soft, smooth skin.
She exhales a shaky breath and runs her fingers through my hair.
I press a soft kiss above her navel, then rise and hold my hand out. “Let’s get wet.”
She laughs. “That was so bad.”
“But also accurate.” I wink.
I step under the spray first, to make sure it’s not too hot before I pull her in with me.
I grab the bodywash, squirting a generous amount into my open palm as I rub them together. “I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.”
Tally moves so her back is to the spray. I love that she isn’t shy or uncertain about her body, and that despite everything, here in this space, we’re equal in the newness of it all.
I smooth my hands down the sides of her neck, over her shoulders and collarbones, trailing them across the swell of her breasts before I cup them. Her eyes flutter closed on a sigh.
I brush her nipples with my thumbs and she arches into the touch. “Oh God, Phillip.”
It’s who I want to be with her.
Not Flip Madden, the hockey player with the slut reputation.
Phillip. Her boyfriend. The man she lets into her heart.
“I love touching you.” My lips sweep her throat. “Kissing you.” I suck her bottom lip. “Making you feel good.”
I pull back, and her trembling fingers trail over my abs, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
Gripping her by the waist, I spin her around until her back meets the shower wall. “As soon as you put your hands on me, I’ll be addicted to your touch.”
My admission emboldens her as she runs her hand down my chest.
“I don’t want you to look at anyone else the way you’re looking at me now.” I brace a hand on the wall above her head.
“It’s always been you, Phillip.” Her eyes warm. “Only ever you.”
“You’re all I want, Tally. Just you.” She has no idea the power she holds over me. How gone I am for her already.
Tally runs a single finger from base to tip. I shudder at the feel, at the sight, and then groan as she wraps her fingers around my length.
Her pretty blue eyes lift from my cock as it slides through her fist. “Tell me how you like it.”
“This is perfect,” I grind out, reaching up to skim her bottom lip.
Her tongue darts out to lick the pad of my finger. “Mine,” she whispers as her thumb smooths over the head.
“Yours,” I groan as she strokes back down.
Her smile is deliciously carnal.
“Does it feel good to fuck my hand, Phillip?” She arches, until the head of my cock rests against her stomach, inches above her navel.
“Like fucking heaven.”
“Mine are the only hands that will touch you like this,” she whispers the words against my lips, giving them back to me.
I revel in the intimacy of it, at the way she claims me as hers, at the feel of her hand moving over me, at the warmth of her breath on my lips.
“My mouth will be the only one to lick and suck you.” She flicks my top lip with her tongue. “And when you’re ready for me, mine will be the last pussy you fuck.”
I cover her mouth with mine, the kiss possessive. “Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.
“I’m yours.” The words are electrifying and a balm. A promise and a talisman. Every moment with her pulls me in deeper. I want her permanence in my life and my world.
Conviction lights up her beautiful, delicate features. “And you’re mine.”
“That’s right.” My fingers tighten in her hair, and I claim her mouth again, just like we’ve claimed each other.
I memorize this moment, this first for us, replacing a sea of memories that mean nothing with one that means everything.
When she wraps her other hand around me, I lose control and paint her hip in cum.
The water washes it away as I drop my head to her shoulder, sated in a way I’ve never been before.
She keeps one hand wrapped around me, squeezing in pulses but not stroking, kissing along my cheek until she reaches my lips.
We make out for long minutes, bodies slick and hot.
I ease a hand between her thighs to cup her. “I need to see you come again for me.”
“I need to that too.” Her eyes are hot with desire.
I stroke her gently, obsessed with the sweet sounds she makes as I fill her with my fingers. She rests her forearms on my shoulders, head bowed, eyes fixed on my hand between her thighs. When her legs start to shake, I cup her chin in my palm.
“Show me how pretty you are when you’re coming for me, kitten.”
She clutches my shoulder, her mouth falling open, as her hips roll and jerk. I covet the sound of my name when it tumbles from her lips on a moan. We stand under the hot spray, holding each other.
Eventually, I cut the water and dry her off, pulling one of my shirts over her head. “Every time we have a sleepover, from now until the end of time, this is what I want you to wear.”
“I will agree to this only if you limit your bedtime apparel to boxer briefs.”
“Deal.” I kiss her cheek.
We brush our teeth side by side at the vanity. I kiss the edge of her jaw, committing another moment to memory. I’m as enamored with this domestic comfort as I am with everything else about her.
She wraps her arms around my waist, squeezing gently.
I kiss the top of her head. “What’s this for?”
“Just because.”
I link our pinkies and lead her to bed, tucking Tally against me, big spoon to her little.
I kiss the soft space where her neck meets her shoulder. “’Night, kitten.”
“’Night, Phillip.”
As I close my eyes, I know I want more of this. More of Tally at my games. More nights with her in my arms. I want to keep her and never let go.