How to Deal Page 14

  Tathan senses the wetness right away and pulls back to look down at Oliver, glaring. Any other man probably would have kicked the dog for something like that. Not Tathan. He isn’t happy, but he doesn’t do anything to Oliver but glare. “He hates me.”

  I don’t even look; my shoulders shake with laughter. “I told you he had to pee.”

  “Okay. . . .” Tathan raises his hand to touch my face. “I’m going to go shower. And I’m leaving my apartment unlocked. I hope you come over after taking care of him.”

  Just invite him to your bed. You know you want to.

  “Do you want to. . .” I gesture down the hall, my lips still pressed against his. “. . .take a shower here?”

  I can’t believe I suggested that. Actually, yes, I can.

  “Are you going to kick me out again?” He raises a questioning eyebrow.

  “No.”

  I’m not one of those girls who need to wait to have sex. If I want it, I want it. . . and oh, do I want it.

  He looks down at me, but there is a certain amount of honesty in that look. He’s not hiding where he wants this to go. Where he hopes this will go.

  It’s very sexy, and he knows it.

  With one step, he comes in line with my body, his hands on my hips, drawing me into him. I moan, and his mouth clamps down on my neck, taking a hard, sucking bite while goose bumps shiver across my skin. “I don’t have any clothes here.”

  He says that as if it’s a problem.

  “Well.” I shake my head, pulling back to look into his eyes. “You won’t need clothes.”

  He groans, and I feel the hardness pressing against my stomach as he grips my ass with his firm hands. He’s getting distracted.

  “Tathan?”

  “Yes.” His lips linger on my heated skin, struggling to get closer.

  “You stink.”

  “Got it.” He laughs, his voice rough. “Shower time.” Before he walks away, he whispers in my ear. “Join me?”

  “No. I can’t because I. . . I just can’t.” I wave him away and pick up Oliver. “Go shower.”

  I can’t because I know what’s going to happen in that shower. We’ll get caught up in the moment, and I want him in my bed where I remember it.

  So no shower.

  When he disappears down the hall, I look down at Oliver as he continues to growl. “You have to stop peeing on him, buddy.”

  He cocks his head at me as if I’m joking and then wiggles as if I’m rewarding him.

  I don’t want Oliver to see any of this, so I sneak next door and drop him off at Jade’s apartment after making him go potty again. Outside this time.

  “I have to work at midnight,” Jade yells back, half dressed and hanging out her apartment with Oliver in her arms.

  I wave to her on my way back to mine. “I’ll be back soon.”

  When I get back to my apartment, I glance down the hall to my bedroom and then the bathroom next to it.

  Come on, he’s naked. I know where this night is going so what’s the harm in peeking?

  Nothing at all.

  When I crack the door slightly, he’s standing there in a towel, wet hair, and water dripping off him. I have to hold onto the handle when my eyes take in his half-naked body in the lighting of my bathroom. Flushed skin, muscles everywhere, dark hair, it’s breathtaking really.

  Just rip the towel away.

  Before I can, he grabs the handle of the door and yanks it open and then grabs my hand, pulling me into him. Slamming my bathroom door shut, he pins me against it.

  “That was fast.” I look up at him, my dark hair falling on my face.

  “With you waiting on me”—he reaches up and cups my cheek, his other hand brushing the hair away from my face—“I didn’t want to waste any time.”

  “Fine by me.” His lips find mine, rough with an undeniable need that has me gasping into his mouth. I can feel his erection right then, and I wiggle in anticipation. I just need a small amount of friction strategically placed in just the right spot. He does too.

  “Jesus Christ, Amalie.” His head drops to my shoulder, a slight tremble to his muscles when our lips part.

  Groaning again, his hips press against mine harder, with more determination to show me exactly where this is going.

  “Bed,” I say, frustrated. “We need a bed.”

  Nodding, he never parts his lips from my skin as he moves us from the bathroom to my room.

  We land on the bed with a thud. By what’s pressing firmly between my legs, Tathan wants this just as much, but I sense the hesitation. He pulls back and sits on his knees, leaving me lying on the bed with my legs spread. It’s unhurried as he removes my panties, his large hands lingering over every curve, leaving my skin pebbling in their wake.

  He sees the flush in my cheeks, which has nothing to do with embarrassment but just that my blood pressure is rising when his breath blows out over my face. “Are you embarrassed?”

  “No,” I admit.

  He winks. “Good.” His left hand leaves my body and then moves to his hip and lets the towel around his waist fall away. “You’re too fuckin’ sexy for that.”

  And then he’s naked before me, and my panties are gone. How that towel made it this long is surprising.

  He doesn’t give me much of a chance to worship his body before he’s removing my dress eagerly. And then he stops once it’s off and stares at every curve.

  Just when he leans in, I think he’s going to say something sexy, make me scream out in pleasure just from his words.

  “Where’s your dog?” he whispers. Some amusement, some concern.

  “With Jade.”

  He cocks an eyebrow and pulls back as though this is the right time to say this. “Did you know she’s a stripper?”

  Seriously? He’s been teasing me for weeks, and now he wants to talk?

  “Tathan?” The desire clenches in my stomach. I can’t take this much longer.

  “Yes?”

  “Fuck me.”

  I don’t have to do much else to convince him before his kiss finds my swollen lips. His tongue searches mine, giving me everything I need with just that one kiss. As crazy as it sounds.

  Cradling my face in his talented hands so he can kiss me even deeper, it’s all hunger and passion and whispers of need until he stops and gives me a look I know. It’s want. Undeniable gasping want. The kind that lets you know you’ve waited too long.

  He’s silent as his hands push me back down on the bed, hovering over me, gazing down at what I know now he’s dying to take. Lust fills his eyes before his head dips down meeting my lips and then pulls my nipple into his mouth. I jerk forward, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Oh God, Tathan!”

  He growls, too focused to stop, as if that sound is what he’s been dying to hear for months.

  I bet it is, too. I know he’s been dreaming about this for a while. It’s one of those encounters where your entire body tingles with each touch because you’ve wanted it that bad.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asks, sucking on my ear when I wrap my legs around his waist, his hips flexing forward to where his dick is at my entrance with the slightest bit of pressure. “You have to tell me how bad you want this.”

  He’s a tease.

  His touch passes over my clit. It’s a deliberate torture I can’t take, and I want him inside. Fuck this rubbing shit. “We could get plastered, and I could take you unwillingly again if you prefer that. . . .” My head twists on the pillow to peer up at him just about the time he sucks in a breath at the sensations. “Either way, we’re having sex.”

  He gives me nothing but a heated glance, a low rumble to his breath as he goes to work. Gripping my ass, he gives into one last long seductive grind into his erection that reminds me just how much I enjoyed dry humping in high school. Safe, but oh so pleasurable.

  It’s clear just how much sexual tension has been building for months. It’s one of those sexual encounters that will be all grunting and sticky skin
as we pound into one another. Part of me was worried we would rush through this, and I didn’t want that at all. I said one date, and I meant it. At the time.

  Before he can do anything else, I raise my hands up to his shoulders and give a little push. He resists at first, but then knows I have something I want to do first.

  He knows exactly what I have planned when he’s lying where I once was. His hands go behind his head with a smile.

  It’s right then with the light coming in from the bathroom that I get a good look at him naked, this time my memory isn’t foggy, and I know I’ll remember this.

  My gaze wanders over the sharp edges of his cut hips that give way to what I’ve been wanting to get a good look at these last few months. He’s not overly huge, but he’s not small either, and I can’t wait to get that inside of me.

  My heart races as I look up at him with my head inches from what I’ve so desperately wanted to ride the last six months. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?”

  “Look at me.” Our eyes meet as my lips wrap around his tip and suck. “Oh yeah, I’ve been dreaming about that.”

  “When?” It’s hard to speak around him, but I do because I really want to know what exactly he’s been dreaming about and if it matches my fantasies.

  “Every time I look at your mouth, I think about it doing things to me.” His brow arches, but when I make the move to take him all the way in, I can tell it’s hard for him to keep talking. “Why do you think I didn’t come into the office all week?”

  I stop and sit up. Frustration marks his eyes that I stopped. “Seriously?”

  He sits up on his elbows and peers down at me. I know he’s restraining himself from just shoving my face in his lap. “I got a taste of you. Just a little fucking taste. Two weeks ago, I got another small taste.” I suck in a breath as he continues, my palms flat against his upper thighs. “So asking what I dream about”—he shakes his head—“I’m sure you can imagine why.”

  Easing back down his body, he holds the base of his dick with one hand, the other resting behind his head again.

  Fuck, that’s hot.

  Wrapping my hand around him, I bring my lips to the tip again before taking a long lick from the base to tip, leaving him gasping when I make another dawdling circle around the head.

  I take it slow at first, but then before long, I’m taking him all the way in my mouth with more enthusiasm.

  Tathan bucks his hips to meet my movements, his left hand moving from himself to thread in my hair, giving me a gentle coax to continue.

  The noises that slip past his lips are ones I never knew I needed to hear. They will forever be engrained in my head now. It’s me making him feel like this, making him utter sounds of unadulterated pleasure.

  Just about the time I know he probably feels my spit on his balls, he’s stopping me.

  With an agonized growl, he pulls me up by toward his chest. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

  “Isn’t that the point?” I laugh. His arms wrap around my lower back and then move to my ass where he gives me a squeeze, then rolls us so he’s pressing between the wetness of my thighs.

  “No. I’m dying to get inside of you when you’ll remember it’s me.” He says, capturing my rapt attention with every word.

  I’m dying too.

  “Do you have protection?” I ask when I realize he’s moments away from entering me.

  Tathan nods. “I’ll be right back.” He removes himself from me and walks down the hall. I sit up on my elbows and watch him head to the bathroom. His tight, strong body stands tall, the lean muscles of his stomach flexing as he walks toward me.

  He crawls up my body, spreading my legs with his knees, each one of his hands beside my head.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re—” I put my fingertips to his lips.

  “Don’t say that. Every guy says you’re beautiful or sexy. That’s not you.”

  “I was going to say wet,” he murmurs, settling between my very open and ready legs.

  I laugh, tracing his lips with my fingers. “Wow. Original.”

  Why the hell are we talking? We’re supposed to be fucking.

  Capturing his mouth again, talking ceases, and I let out a moan that reaches pornographic levels. He’s doing the same, barely able to breathe and instead, starts grunting and nipping my skin like an animal.

  His face moves from my neck, and he looks into my eyes.

  He watches me and then looks at the nightstand, stalling. “Should we play some Elvis?”

  “Why are you talking? What’s wrong with you?”

  “Nervous?” It’s like he’s asking me. Silly.

  “Are you really?”

  “No. Not really, just messing with you.” There’s an entertaining shake to his head as his mouth curves into a smile when he pushes forward, his dick pressing deeply inside me. “That’s it, baby.” His voice sends my body into shivers, full-on shivers like I’m freezing, only it’s because at last, he’s inside me, and I’m going to remember this.

  I want to scream out in pleasure again, but I hold back and press my mouth to his. I hang on to him anywhere I can. It’s as though we’re both struggling to gain some sort of composure, but we have none. His body trembles during the first few moments, struggling to gain rhythm maybe, but when his head buries in my neck, I know he feels it too.

  Moving his lips along my jaw, with a low groan, he pulls my face to his, pressing his lips against mine for a gentle kiss that has the makings of being storybook-worthy.

  Only he can’t make it be romantic. Frustration shakes him, and his tongue plunges deep into my mouth, his hips thrusting with steady force against mine, our skin slapping together.

  He clenches his jaw as he bucks his hips, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Jesus.”

  As I rock my hips into his movements, a rhythm that comes easy for us, he breathes rapidly in my hair as his hands slide up my sides and then cradle my head, drawing me into his kiss. “Fuck, Tathan, I should have given in sooner.” I breathe the words into his mouth.

  He shakes his head, not caring. “It was worth it.” He says against the skin of my neck that arches to his touch. He draws back, his movements never stopping, but our kiss stops, our eyes lock, and I’m there, trapped in a gaze that harassed me for so long.

  We both inhale right then because there’s something incredibly intimate about this moment I can’t shake.

  You know what I hate most?

  When women glorify sex as something it’s not. Saying shit like he’s a god and I’ve never had it so good or that he was hung down to his knees.

  Who the fuck wants a donkey’s dick inside them?

  Certainly not me. Can you imagine the damage done?

  Was he a god in bed?

  I wouldn’t know. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, it’s amazing regardless.

  That’s until I realize I need this to last. I can feel the change and know he’s close. It’s in the way he’s moving faster and going from kissing to just panting. In no way do I want this to end. I want every single position I can get my body into with the sex continuing for hours.

  “Make this last!” I slap his face. Yes, I just slapped Tathan across the face.

  Oh shit. He didn’t like being hit, did he? He gives me a stern look, his eyes falling over every inch of my face. “You sure you want that?”

  My heart races, unsure. “Yes.”

  Without another word, he flips me over so my face is pressing into my mattress, and I can feel his dick sliding along the crack of my ass.

  Uh, what? No way. No exit ramp entrance.

  I’m just about to protest, twisting my head to the side, when I see his hand come up and slam against my headboard rocking me forward. “Be careful what you wish for.”

  “No back-door action tonight, buddy.”

  He says nothing. Grins, yes, but no words. He’s grinding into me, so he’s distracted, I’m sure.

  The hand that’s not on
the headboard then slides over my ass and down the back of my right thigh where he wraps it behind my knee and positions me so my ass is slightly elevated. It’s not enough that he angles his hips and drives into me so hard the top of my head slams into the headboard.

  I squeal with delight that he’s giving me what I need. “Fuck yes. That’s it!”

  Pile drive me, baby. Fucking pile drive me!

  I want to scream out, “Go deep or go home!” But I don’t.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he says, as if he’s answering my unspoken words.

  What? Oh God!

  His hand moves from my leg, up my ass again where he gives it one quick squeeze before curving around the front of my hip and between my thighs.

  Giving me his weight, just enough that I can feel the rapid beating of his heart against my shoulder blades and the way his breath feels in my ear, I know he’s loving this just as much.

  “Seeing you in a bikini night after night was the death of me. All I could focus on when you’d step out and wrap that towel around your body was how badly I wanted to lick every drop of water off your skin.” His tongue darts out and licks from my shoulder over my collarbone and up the side of my neck. “So fuckin’ sexy.”

  For these last few weeks, Tathan, for the most part, has been quiet and never giving me much to go on. I knew deep down he was dirty by his occasional comments, but goddamn is this hot.

  His fingers slide over my clit with just the slightest pressure, enough that it gives me what I need. And then he removes his fingers and immediately replaces them with mine. “Make yourself come. I wanna see you fall apart on my dick.”

  Oh God.

  I do as he says. I may not like to be told what to do, but damn, this is fucking hot, and I’m suddenly loving being told what to do.

  My fingers work over me. Giving in has never been so easy with Tathan sliding in and out of my pussy at just the right speed. His dirty words whispering over my breathy moans become my breaking point.

  When I start to shake, I feel the smile that lifts his cheeks pressed against my shoulder, his chest pressing more firmly into my back as my legs tense, trapped beneath his. “So sexy,” he whispers in my ear. “That’s it.”