Taming the Storm (The Storm #3)(61)
Author: Samantha Towle

Holy fuck.

Tom moves off me, reaching for his jeans, he gets his wallet from the pocket.

“Shit,” he groans.

“What’s wrong?” I sit up.

He drives a hand through his hair. “I’m out of condoms.”

He’s out of condoms?

How is that possible?

Tom always has condoms on him. And yes, the knowledge that the guy sack carries condoms around with him is a mental challenge I battle every day.

“I knew I’d run out. I meant to go to the store to get some, but I forgot. I was eager to get back to you.”

He was eager to get back to me. My heart sprouts wings and flutters out of my chest.

“Well, you know I haven’t got any.” I blow stray hairs off my face.

Tom sits down beside me. “Are you on the pill?”

“Yes…”

“Okay, so why don’t we just go without this time?”

My eyebrows hit my hairline. “Are you drunk?”

“No, I’m not drunk. And even if I were, what’s that got to do with it?”

“Well, I just know that sober you wouldn’t suggest going bareback.”

Leaning close, he hovers his lips over mine. “I’ve been drinking tonight, sure, but I’m far from drunk. I can hold my liquor, Firecracker. Point is, I’m not a patient man. I don’t want to have to wait to be inside you.”

“Tom…” I press my hands against his chest, putting some distance between us. Having him this close is starting to cloud my judgment. “I’m not sure. I mean, it’s just…you’ve slept with a lot of women.”

He gives me a less than amused look. “And you’ve slept with other guys, one who used to bang dudes, but I’m not asking for your sexual history sheet.”

I suck in a sharp breath, my face prickling with hurt, as I turn away from him. “Jesus, Tom. That was low.”

“Fuck.” He grabs my chin, forcing my eyes back to his. “I’m sorry, babe, that came out wrong. I just mean…I trust you.” Climbing up on the bed, he positions himself between my legs, pressing me back into the mattress. Arms either side of my head, he stares down at me. “I trust you, and I want you to trust me, too. I’m clean, I promise. I have regular checkups. And I never go bareback. I’ve singlehandedly kept Trojan in business for the last fifteen years. You have nothing to worry about.”

Fifteen years? He started having sex when he was fourteen?

How am I surprised by this? This is Tom Carter we’re talking about.

And I was just starting to consider maybe giving in after his whole trust thing. But now, all I have ringing in my ears is, I’ve singlehandedly kept Trojan in business for the last fifteen years.

Nice reminder of his whoring ways. I feel sick.

I hold back the rising bile and clip out, “Nothing to worry about? Oh, okay…” I can feel my anger climbing to epic proportions. Only he can get under my skin this way. I try not to think just what that means. “I gotta say, Tom, I feel a whole lot better about your proposal of letting you have sex with me bare-fucking-back,” I yell, “when you just reminded me that in the past you’ve been ridden more times than an elevator in the Empire State Building!”

His eyes narrow. “You knew all along who you were getting into bed with, sweetheart.”

“Ugh! Sometimes, I wonder what the hell I’m doing with you.” I don’t mean that. But I’m angry, and when I’m angry, I’m not rational.

I push against his rock-hard chest and start wiggling, trying to get out from underneath him.

But Tom is a lot bigger and a lot stronger than me. Pinning me with his hips, he grabs my hands and holds them tight against the pillows above my head. I can’t budge an inch. And I don’t like it one bit.

“You know exactly why you’re with me. Because I fuck you like no man ever has before or ever will again.”

Not impressed, I scowl up at him. “Let. Me. Go.”

“No. Seems you need reminding of a few things. One, I am always the one who does the riding, not the other way round. The bedroom is my domain.”

Shifting his hips, he presses the bare length of his hard cock against my clit. I have to bite back a moan. But my body shudders, giving me away. I hate the way my body betrays me when it comes to him.

He smirks. “You got that, or do you need a little more reminding?”

Ignoring my body’s screaming needs, I snap out, “Fuck you!”

“We’ll be doing that real soon, but for now, just answer the goddamn question. I said, you got that, or do I need to remind you again?” He thrusts against me, harder. It’s more precise this time, hitting that perfect spot.

I’m sure that man has a mental blueprint of my vagina because he knows just when and where to touch me at the exact right moment. My eyes roll back in my head, a moan escaping this time. The words leave my lips without thought, “I got it.” My voice sounds breathy, girlish, not like me at all.

Just who am I with him?

“Good girl.”

I see a look of power take over his face before he lowers his head to mine. Our lips are almost touching but frustratingly not. And it scares me just how badly I need his mouth on mine in this moment.

His hot breath mixes in with my own as he rumbles out, “For some ass-backward reason, you are the only one I want to ride. Constantly. Over and over. I can’t get enough of you, and you are the only one I have ever wanted to ride bare-fucking-back. So, that kind of erases the rest, wouldn’t you say?” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “I want to feel you,” he murmurs.

Breath knocked out.

Tom doesn’t push for an answer because he doesn’t need to. I’m a limp, pliable mess of emotions under his firm hands and mind-fucking words.

“Tom,” I whisper, breathless. “Ride me…now…bare-fucking-back.”

Releasing me, he takes his cock in his hand and rubs it up and down my center, coating himself in my wetness. He stops, positioned at my entrance.

I close my eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

I blink them wide to see his blazing down at me. “I want you looking at me the whole time.”

Holding his stare, I nod, gently.

Then, he slams inside me.

“Oh God.” I’m fighting for breath, the feel of him bare inside me…it’s intense.

Him. Me.

Connected in this way.

Strange how the removal of a piece of latex can change things in so many ways.