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I smile despite myself. “Yeah. He’s been good to me.”
His eyes grow dark. “Good. Cause I’ll kick his ass if he hurts you.”
How did everything get so screwed up? How did I fall for someone else, and why are my feelings for Tommy not evaporating? How am I falling in love with two men?
“I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t mean to fall for him.”
He rolls onto his back, placing his arms around his head. I let my eyes wander over him, lingering on his powerful legs. The familiar flush of arousal spreads through me, a sensation different from what I experience with Remy, and in different places.
They each have a different impact on me.
Tommy makes my heart melt, where Remy makes me ache all over.
I bite my lip and try to roll away from him. “I should go. He’ll be home soon.”
He reaches out and grabs my wrist, tightening his grip. I freeze, looking down at his fingers as they curl around my hand, then meet his eyes.
He tilts his head. “He won’t mind if you stay with me. There are no rules here.”
No rules? His whole identity now is rooted in ancient rules.
I want to be near him for a while, so I settle back down beside him and let out a shaky breath.
“Are you scared of me now?”
I should be petrified of him. I should be petrified of all of them. “No.”
His eyes linger on my lips, and I arch my hips so I’m rubbing against his center. A low rumble escapes him as he bucks back, and our bodies melt together.
“Tommy,” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Did you ever think that maybe you should be scared of me?”
His hand slides down my side, pinching my curves, and he bites his lip. “I’m petrified of you, Didi. I’m petrified of the power you have over me.”
I buck my hips as his hands move lower, where they shouldn’t be. The familiar heat builds in my stomach. It almost hurts how badly I want him; how much I missed him. Our bodies simply can’t be together without touching.
“Didi, you’re killing me,” he growls, nibbling on my ear.
“You liked me soft and innocent, didn’t you?” My hands find his back, and I scrape my nails down his flesh. I don’t know what’s coming over me…it’s like I have no control.
I’m not the devout girl I was brought up to be. Not anymore.
His erection presses into my pelvis, and he frames his head with his hands. “I like you any way I can get you, firefly.”
I graze his cock with my knuckles, moving my hand down, pulling it out, and cupping it. I can’t explain it, but I only want to pleasure him. “There’s something very important about me I don’t think you understand,” I whisper.
His breathing shallows, his erection pushing into me, and I graze it with my knuckles again.
“And what’s that?”
My head swirls from the heat of him. “I’m not afraid of anything, Tommy,” I breathe. “I’m not afraid of Talia, I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not afraid to die.”
A beat passes between us, and he finally steals a kiss. His tongue sweeps my mouth softly, and I run my hands through his hair. I moan into his mouth, and my body explodes.
Fear, friction, fire.
