All Things Pretty (Pretty #3)(41)
Author: M. Leighton

“Why didn’t you tell him you still weren’t feeling good? We could’ve spent the day together tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to make him suspicious.”

She’s very matter of fact about seeing him tomorrow. I mean, who the hell knows what he might have planned? He could have an orgy on the books. And I’ll have to drop her off at it.

She climbs back onto the bed, but not in it, like she’s planning on staying. I don’t want her to go yet. I feel a bizarre need to keep her here until I’m the only concern she has, until I’m the only one she can think about. Like I’m branding her and blinding her to all others.

My hands streak out like flashes of lightning in the dark. They wrap around her ankles and tug until she’s stretched out on the bed beside me, still naked as a jaybird. She screeches her surprise.

“I didn’t tell you everything before,” I admit.

“You didn’t?”

“Nope,” I say, pulling her arms out to her sides. “I didn’t tell you that there’s more.” I nuzzle the soft spot under her ear with my nose.

“More? More of what?”

“More of me. More to me. More than just the animal part.”

“There is?” she asks, her voice dreamy as she arches her neck.

“Mmmm, much more. Did you know I can be gentle?” I ask, my whisper as much a part of the wind as the touch I place on her cheek. “So gentle.” To prove my point, I drag my fingertips across her chin and down her chest, circling each nipple with a caress that’s feather light. I feel her shiver in response, her body already attuned to my touch and oh-so-ready to respond. “And I can go slow. So slow.”

I bend my head to lap at each tight peak with long, leisurely swipes of my tongue, like a cat washing its fur. “I can worship your body like no one has ever worshipped it before. Every dip,” I say, spreading butterfly kisses over the curve of her waist. “Every dent.” I swirl my tongue in her navel, causing her to arch her back. I can almost feel the way she’d clench my finger if it were inside her. But all things in due time. And this time, right now, is for slow. “Every hot, wet crevice,” I say, nudging her legs apart with the slightest of pressures. I spread the folds of her pussy and put my mouth as close as I can get to her without actually kissing her, close enough that she can feel the heat of my breath and the tickle of my lips. “Can I show you?” I ask, enjoying the way her hips tilt toward me.

Her breathless moan is all the answer I need.

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My sleep schedule is still jacked from all the different shifts I’ve been working until recently. I guess I’ve gotten in the habit of catching a few hours here and there and making do with very little in the way of good sleep. Tonight is no different, only it actually comes in handy this time.

Just before daylight, my eyes flick open. They go first to the still form of the woman next to me. My cock reacts immediately. Hell, I never thought I’d be as horny at the ripe old age of twenty-five as I was during high school, but damn! Tommi’s making my dick feel like a kid again.

As easily as I can, I drape my arm over Tommi’s waist and pull her back into me, spooning her from behind. The feel of her sweet little ass pressed up tight against my cock does nothing to calm the blood flow southward. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent that’s so uniquely hers. I make a mental note to ask her what kind of perfume she wears.

She stirs, which is fine by me, stretching against me and basically begging my cock to settle in between her cheeks. I reach around and cup her knee with my hand, bringing her leg up and over mine. I slide my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I reach the short-shaved lips that are spread just enough for me to find her wet and ready.

“Oh god!” I groan, rubbing my fingertip in the moisture and then gliding it over her firm clit. “Do you always wake up ready?”

“I don’t know,” she says huskily, her hand gripping my forearm. “I always wake up alone.”

I clench my teeth. I couldn’t have asked for a better answer. This is just for me. No memory of anyone else, nothing to look forward to. Just all for me.

“Well, I’d hate for it to go to waste. That would be such a shame.”

I massage her nub before I cruise down her slit and push a finger deep inside her. She tightens around me. “You’re addictive, did you know that?” she whispers.

“Funny,” I tell her as I roll her onto her back. “That’s exactly what I was thinking about you.”

An hour later, I’m watching Tommi pull off down the street. An hour and a half after that, I’m pulling up in her driveway, anxious as hell to see her again.

As is their habit, Travis comes out first, slinking down the steps with his hood pulled up. Tommi follows, tugging the door shut and then checking the knob. I’m more than a little surprised by what she’s wearing. Jeans that are faded in the ass and snug in just the right places cover her long legs, and a sexy little gray zip-up sweater hides tits that I know to be lush and responsive. Her hair is in a messy clump on top of her head. She looks like she just rolled out of my bed. Which she practically did. It makes my whole body groan just looking at her, being reminded. Like I’d forget so soon.

Not likely

She turns toward me, meeting my eyes immediately. Her lips spread into a controlled smile that makes me think she’d smile bigger if she weren’t hiding a delicious secret– our night together. I watch her walk all the way to the truck.

“How’s it hangin’, lil man?” I ask Travis as he climbs into the back seat. He mumbles something I can’t understand, but I don’t ask him to repeat it. I’m totally focused on the blonde scooting into the passenger seat. “Mornin’.”

“Good morning,” she says primly, reaching for her seatbelt. “You won’t have to take me to Lance’s today. He had to go out of town and won’t be back until Sunday.”

Lance is gone. Until Sunday. Today is Friday. Two full days. And two long, full nights.

After she clicks the belt closed, she meets my eyes again. There’s a devilish sparkle in them that makes me want to call a cab for Travis and haul her tasty ass right back to my house. Pronto!

“I wondered why you were dressed like that,” Travis says from behind me.

“While the cat’s away, the mice will play,” I quip, sliding my eyes to Tommi.

Her cheeks are rosy with a blush and her response is so quiet that I’m the only one who can hear. “Yes, they will.”