Chapter 28
GRACE
A LITTLE WORRIED
Tommy’s eyes find mine and he gives me that look, that all business, all serious look that lights a spark. His jaw tenses and he nods.
“Say it, Tommy.” I inch closer to him, reaching out for him and cupping his square jaw in my hand. My thumb traces over the spot where his dimple would show and I feel his pulse hammering in his neck, just like mine. “I need to hear you say it.”
He steps toward me, erasing the last inches between us. I watch his chest heave as he tucks a strand of golden brown hair out of his eyes. He looks down at me and I feel his hands rest on my hips.
“I know exactly what I want. I’ve known it since the second you jumped off that rock and into my life on the river.”
I hear the conviction in his voice, leaning into his grip on my neck, feeling him lace his fingers into my hair. The air between us crackles like the feedback on a speaker before the music starts at a concert. “Say it again. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Rainbow. I’ve wanted you every second since I first laid eyes on you.
” He lets go of my neck and brings his hand to my cheek, running the backs of his knuckles across my heated skin.
The corners of my mouth lift into a smile at his touch.
“I’ve thought about this smile every second since you dragged me up on the stage at that shitty dive bar to sing karaoke in Bend. ”
My lips part as his confession, hearing just how long he’s been burying this inside. He brings his mouth to my ear and I feel his breath against my neck, making my body thrum with anticipation. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what you taste like when you came on my lips the other night.”
I whimper against his cheek and he laughs, pulling back to look at me.
His dazzling blue eyes flicker like flames, any signs of his earlier conflict gone.
All that’s left is that focus, that burning desire, that confident side of him that drives me wild and right now, all of that intensity is focused on me.
“Sounds like you’ve got a lot pent up inside you,” I pant, hooking my fingertips into the waistband of his belt.
He steps forward, pressing his thigh between my legs, pushing me against the floor to ceiling window.
Leaning forward, he brackets me in with his long arms, splaying his hands on the windows on either side of my head.
With my boots on, I’m nearly eye to eye with him and we meet each others’ gaze. I’ve never felt closer to someone, but those last few inches between our lips feel like a chasm I wish he’d close.
I shift on my feet, grinding my throbbing clit on his thigh and pressing my knee against the bulge in his jeans.
We both react, him hissing through his gritted teeth and me throwing my head against the cool glass, whimpering at the friction that feels so good but isn’t nearly enough.
His nostrils flare. “You have no idea what’s pent up inside me.”
I grin back at him. “Why don’t you show me?”
He swallows and I see the question in his eyes. “I’m good. I’m on birth control and my last check up was clean.”
He nods. “Same — well, the check up part anyway. And yeah, I’ve got condoms if—”
I shake my head. I just want him to trust me, but I totally understand someone in his position being cautious. “Only if you want to. I want to feel you, if you’re OK with that. I want to feel all of you, but I get it if you still want to use—”
His pupils blow. “Fuck yes. I mean no. I mean—” The charged air between us finally snaps and he crosses that chasm, his lips crashing into mine in a powerful, taking kiss.
His hands move to my shoulders, shrugging off my flannel shirt and the straps of my baggy overalls, letting them fall to the ground.
I’m left in just my tank top and black boy shorts, my back pressed against the cool glass of the window.
He pulls back, his eyes devouring me with seven months of pent up desire.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” His voice is low and husky when he leans forward and runs his hands up my thighs to the hem of my shorts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I step out of my overalls on the floor and his eyes follow me before he smirks. “The boots stay on.”
I flick my eyebrows and grin. “Sure thing, Boss.”
I hook my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him further into me, pressing my lips back to his.
My hands run up and under his shirt, feeling each subtle ridge of his abs before dancing over his ribs and settling on his warm chest. He reaches over his back, ripping his shirt over his head, and tossing it away.
I peek at the skyline, over my shoulder, before turning to him with a mischievous smirk. I drag one of my nails through his light chest hair. “You like being watched?”
His lust drunk grin widens. “I don’t give a fuck if someone watches because it means they’ll know you're mine.”
My heart skips a beat and I drop my hands to his waist, running my palm over the hard ridge of his erection straining the fly of his jeans. He groans at my touch and drops his head to my shoulder.
“I think we should do something about this.” I breathe into his ear, tracing my nails over his toned back.
His hand runs up my thigh and he cups my pussy, his thumb circling my already swollen clit over the fabric of my shorts. “Not until I get a taste of this sweet pussy again and feel that little piercing dance on my tongue.”
He takes a step back, running his hands up over my hips and waist to my ribs. I watch his eyes dart to my hardened nipples before he cups my breasts, teasing each sensitive bud with his thumbs over the ribbed fabric. “No bra. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He takes off my top and brings his mouth to my neck, kissing the sensitive spot just below my ear. I moan against him, running my fingers through his hair, holding him tightly. “I think you said something about taste and your mouth?”
He lets out a huff of laughter against my skin. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
He kisses my neck again before dropping his lips to my collarbone, kissing the flower tattooed over one of my scars.
His hands settle on my hips, holding me possessively when his mouth goes lower, ghosting over my breast before finding my hard nipple.
He sucks and flicks the piercing with his tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
My nails dig into his back and he groans against my skin, building up more and more tension in me.
He kisses my sternum before giving my other breast the same treatment.
His lips let go and I watch as he drops to his knees in front of me. He loops his fingers into my boyshorts and his eyes lock onto the apex of my thighs as he slowly drags them down my legs, his fingertips brushing against my skin the entire way down.
He runs one hand over the back of my calf, stopping behind my knee and grabbing my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, bringing my core to his mouth. I buck at the sensation of his lips on me and his tongue finding my clit piercing.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me and we’re just getting started.
” He grabs my other leg and lifts it over his shoulder and now I’m pinned between him and the glass on my back, sitting on his shoulders.
His hands find the curves of my ass and hold me exactly where I want to be, at the mercy of his mouth.
I drop my hands to his head, ruffling his shaggy hair and pull him against my aching core.
“That’s it, baby, use my mouth. It’s all yours, just like the rest of me. ”
Hearing those words makes my pussy clench and my legs wrap tighter around him. He groans in approval and I feel it through my whole body.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the flicker of light from the skyline. Pinned against the glass, I feel like I’m floating, just part of the night sky. I look down at the man taking charge between my legs, reveling in the sight.
“Tommy,” I moan, feeling the tension low in my stomach building to a blissfully overwhelming level. His eyes flick up to mine while he keeps stroking my clit and piercing with his tongue, pushing me higher and higher.
His eyes darken and one of his hands lets go of my ass. His fingertips find my entrance, slowly teasing my wet, needy pussy. I whimper and he rewards me, sliding two fingers in.
He lifts his lips from my clit, swirling his thumb over my bundle of nerves and grins up at me. “God, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”
He curls his fingers inside me, working my clit with his thumb. My lips part and breath quickens. I can’t take my eyes off his, feeling so connected to him, like he’s inside my head, not just my body.
“Come for me, Rainbow,” he says, his low, gravelly voice like a command. “I want to see you come knowing that anyone in Seattle could see us. Could see that you’re mine.”
His stubble rasps over my sensitive inner thighs as he swipes over my clit while his fingers plunge and curl into me.
I gasp, feeling my orgasm coming so quick and so hard.
The edges of my vision darken and my body gives in.
I come completely apart, throwing my head back against the glass, squeezing his head between my legs.
I ride out the wave of pleasure, admiring the view of him still lapping at me.
One by one, he lowers my feet back to the ground and stands in front of me.
This time, I take my sweet time admiring every inch of his body, from the pleased look on his face with my own arousal glistening in his stubble and down his chest to the belt line of his jeans, where that one vein brackets his abs.
All of it satisfies every desire of mine like the universe put him here just for me.
His eyes follow mine and he grins, unbuckling his belt and pulling it off in one smooth motion that has no business being that hot.