Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
I wanted to burst into tears and say no. Because suddenly I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else, somewhere alone. But I didn’t say no. I searched my brain for the right answer.
He moved his mouth closer, our noses nearly touching. “Tia,” he whispered and as much as I knew he could see the need in my eyes I could hear that same need in his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Say please.” He waited.
“Please, Tommy,” I finally whispered and then he let out a breath and his lips touched mine tenderly, sweetly. He dipped his tongue in, his lips touched mine again, and then he let go of my hair and gently caressed my cheek. But then he grabbed my chin roughly and I could see his jaw go tense as his eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”
I was frozen.
“What?” he urged.
“You,” I whispered.
“You want me?” he asked, intensity emanating from his eyes.
I nodded.
“Say it,” he growled.
“I want you,” I said. And I meant it.
He seemed to absorb my words and savor them for a moment, then added, “Want me to do what?”
I sobbed and got my hands over my eyes. I couldn’t look at him. I was suddenly overwhelmed with something… I didn’t know what.
“Athena,” he asked, voice laced with warning.
“Just … whatever you want to give me or take from me.”
He gently took my hands away from my eyes and kissed my eyelids. Then he lifted me up into his arms, grabbing my skirt and torn undies from the ground and carried me back to the barn. I buried my face into his shoulder.
He carried me up the staircase and gently put me on the brass four poster bed. I curled into the fetal position and buried my face into a pillow. He got undressed and climbed beside me and then gently pushed me onto my back and got on top of me. He lined up, then entered slowly and sweetly brushed my hair out of my face, looking at me with tenderness. He kissed me softly. I waited for it to change to rough but it didn’t.
“You okay?” he asked, already inside me, and the concern on his face, it gutted me. This wasn’t dominating Tommy, not the Tommy I needed right now.
“No,” I whimpered, “not sweet.”
“No,” he said. “Not this time, baby girl.” He kissed me on the forehead.
He lifted my legs up so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders, kissing an ankle and then pushing deep into me again. His hand stroked my leg while he scraped his teeth along his bottom lip and then he set about a rhythm – slow but deep, penetrating, almost but not quite punishing. This wasn’t exactly sweet, but it wasn’t rough either.
What was he trying to do to me? He gave me a choice, but then he chose sweet when I asked for rough. Maybe he was just reminding me that he was in charge.
He pulled my ankles down so my legs could wrap around his waist and then he rained soft kisses from my throat to my earlobe, over to my chin, then his lips landed on my lips and his tongue darted in, angling with mine.
“You’re mine,” he said, leaning back an inch.
I let out a little sob.
“Do you understand me?” He took my throat into a soft but possessive grip. His eyes were suddenly fierce. His eyes searched mine as he plunged into me over and over, not breaking eye contact and I gulped in air, giving a fractional nod. When he came inside of me, I let out a huge breath, and then he collapsed on top of me.
I could feel his heart hammering against me. I let out another rush of air as if I’d been holding my breath. He rolled off me and then his hands were between my legs and he started working his fingers, working to get me off. In a matter of no more than thirty seconds, he accomplished his goal. I arched my back and let out a loud “Ah!”
Then I curled into him. I was spent. Totally and utterly spent. He stroked my hair, rubbed my back, and rained soft kisses on me until I fell asleep.
I woke up hearing music playing. Tommy was sitting at the back of the loft, denim-clad legs dangling out the opened doors, a guitar in his arms. The sun was setting over the pond and the sky was a brilliant orange. The view was dazzling. Seeing his strong naked back and hearing the strumming made for an even more beautiful view.
I got up and took my t-shirt off, dropping it with my skirt that was on the floor beside my flip flops, which he must have gone and fetched for me. I put his discarded dove gray dress shirt on, did up the buttons, then padded to him. I sat on the floor behind him, putting my legs on either side of his hips so that my calves were over the edge, and I rested my cheek on his bare back. He continued to play and I recognized the tune. Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones.