Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Taz
I was slowly losing my mind. It started with a kiss in her elevator, continued when she taunted me with the sway of her hips all the way down the hall to her apartment, and ended when she locked the door, pressing her sweet soft body into my rock-hard erection.
Sliding her hand under my t-shirt, she whispered, “You cannot have cut abs. That wouldn’t be fair.”
I chuckled as I glided my hand over her tight little ass. “Got into the habit of working out in prison and it kinda stuck with me.” I kept waiting for her to ask me why I’d done time, but she didn’t seem to care.
Maybe she’d taken me at my word, and assumed I was only good for one night. But could I let her go after one night? I had no choice. I was beer and wings. She was champagne and caviar. She didn’t belong in my world any more than I belonged in hers.
“Get out of your head, Taz.”
I didn’t need to ask how she knew I was overthinking things. What the hell was I thinking, sleeping with a therapist?
“May need you to help me with that,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “’Cause I’m still wondering what the hell a girl like you is doing with a loser like—”
She cut me off with a passionate kiss, before curling her hand around the back of my neck as she drew me in with those aqua blue eyes. “You don’t get to talk shit about yourself on my watch.”
Grace took a step back and slowly stripped her clothes off, with her eyes locked on me.
She knew what she was doing to me. How crazy she was making me.
I’d had sex dozens of times since being released from prison, but no woman had ever turned me on like this.
Hell, no woman in my life had ever done to me what she was doing.
My reaction to her was visceral, like somehow this girl walked into my life for a reason.
She grabbed my hand and walked backwards down a narrow hallway. There were two half-closed doors and she inched one of them open with her backside while smiling at me.
My eyes were trailing all over her body. She had curves for days. Full breasts and hips. Small waist. Faint tan lines from a bikini that must have come with a warning label.
She stopped at the edge of a queen-sized bed covered in white with way too many frilly pillows. There was a small silver lamp filtering light from a bedside table, other than that, the room was all darkness and shadows. Just the way I liked it.
Grace tugged my t-shirt over my head before running her hand over the ink on my chest. It was a heart with a name banner. “Ex girlfriend or wife?”
“My daughter.” When her eyes widened in surprise, I added, “She’s sixteen. Wants nothing to do with me, but I keep hoping.”
Her smile was sad when she said, “At least you’re trying. That’s a lot more than I can say for my dad. He never even tried.”
Suddenly, I didn’t see the smart, competent professional who had it all together. When she talked about her old man, she was reduced to a sad girl who didn’t get the love she craved growing up. Maybe we all had our scars; some people just hid theirs better than I did.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, reaching for my belt buckle.
“Just wondering if there’s more to you than I thought.”
She laughed. “Like you, I have layers. But one night won’t give us much time to peel them back now, will it?”
Was she reminding me of my warning, or setting her own boundaries? I didn’t have time to question it when she pushed my jeans over my hips and cupped my erection with a sexy smile.
I curled my hands around her wrists when she reached for my black boxer briefs.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Second thoughts?”
I chuckled. “No way, baby. But if you touch me right now, there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep that promise I made.”
Knowing she’d only been with men who didn’t make her satisfaction a priority was a challenge to me. I didn’t think I’d ever get another shot with a woman like Grace, so I intended to make the most of it. And make sure I became the standard she used to judge other men.
She was on her knees, inching back on the mattress as she watched me. And when her hands glided over her body, skimming her breasts, before drifting to the apex of her thighs, I raised a finger in warning, shaking my head.
Grace bit her lip, while her eyes trailed over my body. “Damn. Do you even work, or just spend all day at the gym?”
I smirked before reaching for her. “I work.” Her skin was so soft under my rough hands, highlighting the differences between her life and mine. “With my hands. Feel those callouses?”
“Hmm.” She tipped her head back when I circled her nipple with my thumb. “I like.”
I had a feeling she’d only been with men who had hands as soft as hers. Who didn’t bear scars from fights. Or tattoos from days they’d rather forget. Burns from drunken nights— but I wouldn’t go there tonight. Not while I was with her. That shit would stay locked in the vault.
I lowered my head, squeezing her breasts together while using my mouth to make her moan. I teased her with my tongue, grazed with my teeth, sucked with my mouth, and made her beg with my technique.
“I want you,” she whispered in my ear.
She didn’t say she needed me. Because a girl like her would never need a guy like me.
I leaned down to grab a condom from the wallet in my jeans. Setting it on the nightstand, I winked at her. “For later. But first…”
She leaned back, raising her arms above her head. Completely at my mercy. And I was all about it.
My hands outlined her curves, memorizing every sexy inch of a body I never wanted to forget, knowing it would provide inspiration for every night I didn’t want to be alone between the sheets.
My beard scraped her skin, and I wanted to see the pinkish hue in the morning, reminding me she’d been well loved, probably for the first time.
I inched her legs apart and glanced up to see her blush. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”
She shook her head. “It’s just, um, not many guys I’ve been with have been into—”
I didn’t let her finish before lashing her with my tongue. Knowing she’d been with selfish bastards in the past, only made me want to pleasure her more. To show her how incredible it could be when she let her guard down, and let the right man in.
“Taz…” Her arms were still above her head as she dug her heels into my back, bracing herself against the sensual onslaught. She was gasping as I edged her closer before retreating.
I glanced up and my eyes clashed with hers. She was pleading without words and I was making promises I vowed to keep. The build was slow as I treated her to an erotic game of cat and mouse. Never getting close enough to declare victory, but thrilling her with the high she was chasing.
Finally, I pushed her over the edge, and her reaction damn near did me in.
The sweet sound of her my name on her lips, the way she clung to me, the lust-drunk look in her eyes, as I slid two digits deep inside of her and watched with satisfaction as she gasped from the invasion while fighting the sensitivity.
I swirled my finger around her sensitive core, watching with satisfaction as her mouth fell open, as she clutched the crisp white sheets. Every time her head hit the pillow from now on, I wanted her to see this, feel it, and want more of me.
“Taz, I can’t—”
I silenced her protest with a kiss, taking her out of her head and guiding her back to her body. She may have been an expert at dissecting the mind, but I was a pro at telling what a woman needed.
The kiss was deep and passionate, my tongue mimicking my fingers as I grabbed the back of her head with my free hand, knotting her silky hair in my firm grip as she whimpered in my mouth.
I could feel her body tensing, then trembling, as she tore her lips from mine and gasped through her release.
I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before reaching for the condom and rolling it on.
Wide-eyed, she braced her hands on my chest before I could enter her. “Don’t you give a girl a chance to catch her breath?”
I shook my head. “Trust me on this.” A three-peat hadn’t even been in her vocabulary before she met me. But if this night turned into two or more nights, it would become her new favorite word.
“I do trust you,” she whispered. “I probably shouldn’t, but I do.”
She was right. She shouldn’t trust me. No woman had ever trusted me. With good reason. Guys like me made lousy boyfriends, and even worse husbands, which explained my single status and penchant for one-nighters.
It wasn’t the time to warn her off, so I used one hand to lock her wrists, with her arms above her head as I gently breached her.
I didn’t make love. I had sex. Dirty, raunchy, rough, no-strings-attached sex.
So why the hell was I going so slow while my body was urging me to pick up the pace already?
I held my breath, telling myself I just needed a minute to get it together. She was so damn tight. Her body fit mine like a glove. Logic told me it was because of her orgasms, but my gut told me it was perfect synergy.
She looked as stunned as I felt as I thrust into her slowly, hitting places I had no doubt had gone untouched before she met me.
“God, I could get addicted to this feeling,” she whispered, tipping her head back, closing her eyes, and moving her body in perfect rhythm with mine.
She wasn’t the only one. I forced myself to pick up the pace, to cross the line from intimate to rough and reckless.
But that only intensified this crazy feeling exploding in my chest, spreading through my body, making me curse her name as I drove into her hard and fast..
. mercilessly, which only seemed to make her want me more.
“Give it up for me, baby. One more time.” I needed to feel that joint explosion that would either send me over the edge, landing me somewhere I’d never been before, or take me back to reality. A reality where I didn’t get attached to women and I didn’t let them get attached to me.
I shifted her body sideways, knowing the best way to blow her mind was to find that magic spot that had remained elusive to her before.
Her bright blue eyes widened in shock as she mouthed, “Oh. My. God.”
I was relentless, demanding, out of my mind with how much I wanted this girl. I felt the buzz building in me, which only made me demand more of her. No way would I reach the finish line before she did. We were crossing together, even if it killed me to hold out.
But I didn’t have to wait long. She flooded me at the same time I emptied into a cheap piece of latex, wishing like hell it was her. I’d never wanted that before. What the hell was happening to me?