Chapter Seventeen
Sun Kissed
At four-thirty in the morning, my cab arrived. It glided through the city, easily navigating at the early hour. The sky was a hazy, navy blue that slowly paled as it prepared to welcome the warming rays of the June sun. I’d never been to Kennedy International Airport, and as we passed the departure terminals, my hands began to sweat. Flying was new to me, but I thought I would handle it a little better. My nerves had been acting up since Tuesday when Tom confirmed he had booked my flight. I tried to remain calm for him, not wanting him to worry I’d change my mind.
The cab driver pulled up in front of the terminal for my flight and took out my small suitcase from the trunk and wished me a good flight. I made my way to the ticket line and was not entirely surprised to find Mr. Iced Double had purchased me a first-class ticket. It was an unnecessary indulgence.
Finally, once through security, I was escorted to the VIP lounge to wait for my six-forty flight. The wheels of my small, graphite carryon clicked down the tiled floor then slid onto carpet as I entered the exclusive club lounge located near terminal eight. I found a nearby empty seat and made myself comfortable for the next hour while I and the rest of the other ten first-class passengers waited to board. Thirty minutes later, once inside the large craft, I pulled out my cell phone and called my prince.
A groggy and crackly voice answered on the other end. “Hey, baby.”
“Did I wake you?”
“Nah.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
He chuckled. “I tried to stay up, but sleep beat me. I’m sorry.”
“Tom, it’s three-thirty over there. I told you not to wait up for my call. I was going to just leave you a message.”
“I needed to make sure you made it okay to the airport.”
“You know, between you and Jen, you guys should be my parents. I’m a big girl. I think I can figure out how to navigate around an airport.”
“I’m sure you can, baby, but I also wanted to hear your voice. I’m lonely here. I miss you.”
I smirked. “It hasn’t been that long.”
“I guess that means you haven’t missed me.”
“Stop it. You know that’s not how I meant it.”
He grunted. “What’s the matter, you sound edgy?”
Tom was either supernaturally attuned to me or I was terrible at hiding my emotions.
“Just a bit nervous,” I said.
“About flying?”
“About everything. This trip…us.”
He blew out a strong sigh. “There’s still time to turn around.”
“No. I want to come see you. I need to see you.”
“It’s only six hours, Sara. You’ll be here in my arms before you know it.”
“Thank you for the first-class seat, it wasn’t necessary. I would have been fine in coach.”
He laughed. “Of course, you would’ve been, but why would I put you in coach when I can fly you in absolute comfort? Relax, would you? Enjoy it.”
I took a deep breath and tried to relieve the tension crawling up my spine. “Six hours?”
“Yes, baby. I will be waiting for you. Call me as soon as you land.”
“Okay. We’re starting to taxi. I…ah…”
“I can’t wait to see you.” He took the words out of my mouth.
“Me too.”
****
Six hours later, my flight began to descend. I couldn’t wait to get off the metal bird. Needing to hear Tom’s voice, as soon as we landed, I turned on my cell and called him.
He picked up after two rings. “Hi, baby,” he chirped.
“Just landed.”
“I know. I’ve been here for like…forty minutes, watching the monitors.”
“Can’t wait to see you.”
“Me, too. You have no idea! I’ll be waiting for you by the baggage claim.”
“Okay, see you in a few.”
When we were done taxing to the gate, I jumped out of my seat and reached for my carryon, my knees trembling as we disembarked. Once out of the plane, I moved so quickly down the long corridor of the gate I almost sparked into a full run. After rushing to the baggage area, my heart leapt out of my chest as soon as I spotted Tom.
I drank in the sight of his body. Sporting a beach outfit, he stood with open arms. A black tank top stretched across his torso, showing off his tan muscles. A pair of red, beach shorts rested right at his narrow hips, and a pair of brown leather slip-on sandals completed his ensemble. After the drought of not seeing him for days, the sight of him now was like pouring iced cold water on my face after spending a day in the Mojave Desert.
I sprint-walked toward him, dying to throw my arms around his neck and have him whisk me up, twirling me around in a strong embrace. When I finally thrust myself into him, the fresh, salty scent of the ocean on his skin smelled of paradise. He set me down, and pressing his lips to mine, he dried up any lingering doubt I had about coming to see him.
I responded to his kiss with ardor, realizing that resisting this man for the next few days might be completely futile and potentially one of the inanest ideas I could have ever had. On the other hand, letting my physical desire for this man run wild could cloud my judgment.
Separating from our kiss, Tom tucked my hair behind my ears then caressed my jaw with his fingers. “Christ. Sara, I’ve missed you so much. Here, let me take that.” Tom grabbed my carryon and my hand. As he escorted us out of the airport, he frowned, nodding toward my small suitcase. “This is the all the luggage you have?”
“Why is that so surprising?”
“Don’t women usually pack a ton of stuff?”
“I’m not that kind of woman.”
He smirked. “They feed you on the plane?”
“The service was great, but I was too nervous to really stomach anything. I can certainly eat now.”
“I can take you to a restaurant nearby, or we can drive back to my place and I can cook you breakfast.”
“Your place sounds fantastic. I’d also love a shower.”
He raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Shower, huh?”
I pinched his side. “Stop it. I know what you’re thinking.”
He chortled. “I’m not thinking anything.”
“Yeah…” I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it either; our bodies naked and writhing to our own rhythm, us heated and washed in sweat. I shook my head at my thoughts. This was not going to be easy.
It was a nice and dry eighty degrees. The sun was bright, casting beautiful highlights off Tom’s tousled golden-brown hair. He was a creature to behold. Tall and masculine, the black tank top clung to his torso, accentuating all his lean muscles and toned physique. His sun-kissed skin was tight, firm, and begging to be touched.
As I let go of his hand and slinked my arm around his waist, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. In the parking lot, we stopped as we approached a bright, red Rubicon waiting for us with its top off. “Well, this is a fun car. For some reason, I pictured you driving a fancy sports car through the streets of Los Angeles.”
His brow creased. “Me? In a fancy sports car?”
“Isn’t that what you LA people drive around here?”
“You LA people?” he asked as he threw my carryon onto the back seat, then he held the passenger door open for me and helped me up. “I’m from New York.”
“You know what I mean. Successful, young guys on the prowl.”
When he jumped into the driver seat, he looked at me with those sparkling-golden olive eyes I had been missing so much. “First, I’m not on the prowl, at least not anymore,” he chuckled. “And second, just because I can doesn’t mean I always have to drive some fancy sports car. Plus, when I’m out here, I try to spend as little time as possible in the city. I prefer being near the water, surfing. The Jeep makes more sense.” He put the car in drive and we took off.
“I didn’t know you surfed.”
“I can take you with me tomorrow, if you like?”
“I don’t have the slightest clue how to surf.”
“I can teach you. We’ll have a blast. And I get to see you in a bikini.”
“I didn’t bring a bikini.”
“Even better.” He tried to hold back a devilish grin.
I simply shook my head. “How long does it take to get to Santa Monica?”
“Depends on what route you take, but no more than thirty minutes, maybe less, depending on the traffic.”
I glanced over at Tom and he couldn’t have looked more perfect. “You know, this suits you,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“California. The beach.”
“How’s that?”
“Golden tan and your hair wild in the wind. Carefree. A total surfer. Not the business man in a suit I met a couple of weeks ago.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No. Jeez, you’re just…even more beautiful like this. Women must tell you that all the time.”
He reached over and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers through mine and bringing them up to his lips where he planted a soft kiss. “Sara, I’m so glad you came. I can’t wait to spend the next few days with you. Alone. No distractions.”
“You’re done with work?”
“We had a few multimillion dollar homes that were sold and bought. These were homes our agents had been working on for several months. I made sure work on those was done earlier in the week. Jake’s in town also. He can handle anything else that comes up.”
“I didn’t know Jake was here.”
“When we’re dealing with huge sales, Jake and I like to be in the area. It’s tricky when you deal with these high-profile clients. At times, you don’t even work directly with them. Everything is done through the agents or reps. Makes the back and forth that much harder. Plus, even though our company name precedes us, and we have extremely talented and successful agents, some clients prefer to work directly with me and Jake. I’m not exactly crazy about working that side of the business anymore, but sometimes it’s necessary if you want to keep this type of clientele happy and coming back.”
“Sounds like you’ve been pretty busy.”
“Yeah, well, for the next couple of days I’ll be busy with you.” He kissed my hand and with his fingers still tangled with mine, he gently placed it back on my lap. The subtle intimacy made my heart swell and I couldn’t wait until my entire body, and not just my fingers, were encased in him.
As we entered Santa Monica, the road snaked alongside the ocean. The smell of the salty air swam through the warm breeze flowing freely through the open-top Jeep. The Pacific Ocean gleamed under the morning sun, sparkling and inviting. My feet were anxious to sink into the soft sand.
We merged onto the narrower Pacific Coast Highway. A long row of houses lined the beach. Tom turned us around and pulled the Jeep alongside a row of about ten three-story oceanfront homes. My eyes widened. “No. Way. You can’t be serious.”
“What?”
“You live here?”
“Home away from home.”
We pulled up to a bluish-gray house with a driveway big enough for at least three or four cars. “Trust me,” he continued, noticing my awestruck expression, “this place is hardly spectacular compared to the real mansions lining the beach up farther north. The oceanfront view and the semiprivate beach did it for me, though. I need to be near water, and this home is my getaway. I can’t wait to show you inside. Come on.” Tom took my suitcase from the backseat. We walked up a few steps to a slim entryway. He fumbled a little with his keys before finally opening the red, wooden front door. “Welcome home.”
Of course, nothing short of amazing awaited inside. Similar to his Hoboken apartment, the far back wall of the house was a splay of windows, except these faced the beautiful dark-blue waters of the Pacific. The rich espresso wood floors were a stunning contrast to the light sandy beach visible from the glass walls. The home was narrow but very long. The foyer led to an impressive contemporary new kitchen, which was laden with marble counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and dark wood cabinets. Further along, and carved out of the right wall of the house, the kitchen and living/dining area were divided by a massive, wood-trimmed staircase that led both down to a ground floor and up to a third floor.
“Jesus, Tom, this place is sick.”
“You haven’t seen the rest.”
Dropping my handbag on the kitchen counter, I continued to walk through into the living room. I abandoned my sandals by the entrance, my feet padding along on the soft Asian area rugs; the once deep burgundy rich colored fabrics were faded but still looked and felt opulent. Two short steps led into the sunken living room. It was furnished with an eclectic collection of antique furniture comprised of a distressed, natural-wood armoire, double bookcase, and small desk—a closed laptop rested on top. A large brown leather sofa and two darker brown, leather arm chairs surrounded a matching coffee table to the armoire.
What was more impressive about the room was the art on the wall. Framed sketch drawings, portraits, and landscapes adorned the north wall behind the couch.
“Did you do these?” I asked.
“Only a handful of people have ever seen those. I don’t get many visitors.”
A familiar face stared back at me from those sketches, recognition spiking in my memory. “I’ve seen her before…back at your apartment. She is beautiful.”
“That’s my mother, Adeline. And yes, she is a breathtaking woman.”
I pointed to a sketch portrait of the same young man I had also seen at his apartment.
“That’s my twin brother, James.”
I spun my head toward him. “What? You have a twin and you never told me?”
“I didn’t see a pressing need to talk to you about my family. Not yet, at least.”
“For not being identical, you seriously resemble each other.”
From behind, Tom wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. “Yeah, but I’m the better looking one,” he chuckled, nibbling and tickling my ear with his lips and hot breath. That was all it took to plunge me in to a heated pool of desire. My skin prickled with sensation as he swept my hair to the side and kissed my neck. Feathery kisses trailed to my bare shoulder, where he nipped the spaghetti strap of my dress and effortlessly rolled it off the rounded edge of my arm. His fingers traced gentle steps up my arms, lighting me up as they slowly reached the heated skin of my shoulders and neck. Finally, with a slight touch to my chin, he turned my mouth toward his, and when our lips met, a volcano erupted.
I turned around and we were lost in a feverish embrace, tasting each other like it was our first time. His tongue licked the cleft of my lips, teasing and inviting, making me crave the same touch elsewhere. Before we knew it, we were laying down on his couch, the weight of his body pinning me onto the cool leather; his hands hot and demanding.
I’d longed for the feel of his body on mine, the hardness of his length pressing against me. Between whispered breaths, I tried to speak, my uttered words a jumbled mess. My mind knew my body was surrendering and about to give into the pleasure, but it was Tom who pulled away before I had a chance to stop the inevitable disaster about to take place.
“Christ. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head as he sat up at the other end of the couch, his hands running through his hair. His chest heaved. I slowly pulled my legs up as well and sat next to him, my pulse still beating with the hum of my blood as it burned through my veins.
“Oh, Tom. No. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“Don’t know how I’m gonna do this. You’re like a magnet…and this is going to take a whole new level of self-control.” He looked at me, uncertainty claiming his eyes. “I don’t know if I have it.”
Staring at him, I couldn’t remember why I even wanted to stay away from him. The stupidity of trying to deny the electricity between us made no sense. I inched toward him and cradled his cheek in my palm. “Hey, I chose to kiss you. Perhaps it was a bad idea anyway.”
His eyes stilled over me and his jaw clenched as he took my hand from his cheek. “Coming here?”
I shook my head and moved in closer, bringing my mouth to his. “No. Pretending I could be in the same room with you and resist these lips.” I buried my hands in his hair and drew in for a kiss, but he looked away.
“Sara, I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to.”
“Believe me. I want this.” I tried to kiss him again.
He pushed away from me. “I made you a promise.”
I was ready to climb over on top of him to keep him from escaping me. “Forget the promise.”
He took me by the shoulders and held me—away from him. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
My heart sank, my mind boggled. “But I thought you’d want that?”
Sensing my confusion, he took my chin in his long fingers and fixed his devil eyes into mine. “Baby, I want you. Trust me. I could strap you across my shoulder right now and carry you upstairs to my bed. I want to defile your body. In. Every. Way. Possible.” The way he enunciated each of those last four words could have made me come right then.
He wasn’t finished.
“Christ, Sara. You make me want to do things to you I’ve never done to a woman.” His eyes filled with feral lust as his gaze drifted from my lips to the soft mounds of my breasts. “Hell, it’s taking every ounce of will power not to rip off your dress right now, but…”
I pressed my index finger to his lips. “Stop. I don’t want to hear another rejection.”
He kissed my finger then took my hand in his. “Sara, with you…things are different. I don’t want to mess this up. I could lose my entire self in you tonight and never be found again.”
“Why don’t you?” I urged him.
“Baby, you wanted to take it slow.”
I rolled my eyes. He wasn’t going to let it go. “I know what I said, but when I made you make that promise I was across a freaking telephone line. Now, sitting next to you, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”
While my tone had gone a pitch higher, his remained even keel. “It doesn’t matter. I intend to keep it, even if it kills me in the process.”
I turned away from him, my teeth clenching. “You have to be kidding me.”
He didn’t say anything.
That aggravated me even more. “So, that’s it?”
He shrugged.
Planting my feet hard on the floor, I pushed up off the couch, embarrassed that, after everything I had tried to do to keep things from getting messy, I was feeling rejected and hurt.
Tom grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face him. He was still sitting on the couch. He brought me in closer, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. Looking up at me through lines of thick tawny eyelashes, his olive eyes taming my emotions.
I was powerless against him.
“You’re sexy when you’re upset, you know that?” he said with a crooked grin.
I rolled my eyes, but smiled. “Yeah…well, too bad there’s no one here willing to take advantage of that.”
“You want me to take advantage of you?”
“Perhaps. Maybe at some point I might have, but now…”
“But now what?”
I was not going to play that game with him. Despite his efforts to convince me he could possibly resist my advances, I knew this conversation could leave us naked and writhing in primal bliss. Just to give him a taste of his own medicine, I changed the subject. He had the nerve to get me heated and wanting to fuck him mindless, only to pour an ice-cold bucket of water over me?
Just you wait, Mr. Thomas Wright. I’ll get you later.
“I remember someone offering to cook me breakfast,” I said.
“Do you?”
“Yup, and I’m a bit famished. So…”
Still holding on to my waist, he stood up. The proximity of his chest to my face made me too aware of his size. The carnal scent vibrating off his body in tidal waves was unbearable. I took a deep breath and broke from his grasp. “Gonna go freshen up. Where’s my room?”
“You can take my bedroom on the top floor. I’ll be sleeping in the garden room downstairs.”
“There aren’t any other rooms upstairs?”
“There are, but I purposefully put myself far away from you. Safer that way.”
“Safer for whom?”
His reply was a sly smile, then he walked over to the kitchen to prepare our food. “Make yourself at home. Breakfast should be ready in twenty minutes.”
As I walked upstairs and saw the open door to his bedroom, my sour mood faded. Facing the ocean, the master bedroom was as grand as a honeymoon suite. The top floor was completely carpeted in soft, sandy-colored fabric, and similar to his apartment back home, the furnishings were dark and modern. The large headboard of the wrought-iron California king canopy bed was flush against the east wall. The tall mattress was draped in a white, plush, cotton comforter; the matching canopy panels were drawn back and tied at each corner. A black, five-drawer dresser and matching night tables completed the look.
The balcony was equally amazing. A beautiful claw-foot tub and a canopied daybed were secluded from the neighbors by frosted glass on each side. It was perfect for a late-night soak under the moon and stars.
Tom called from downstairs, “Breakfast is about ready!”
I changed into a pair of denim shorts and white tank top before rushing back to the kitchen.
The air smelled of cinnamon and vanilla, mixed with the smoky aromas of maple-flavored sausage and bacon. My mouth watered the minute my eyes took in the sight of the breakfast feast sprawled on the kitchen counter. French toast, eggs, fresh strawberries, and bananas accompanied the perfectly crisp bacon, ham, and sausage.
“Wow, this looks amazing. Everything smells fantastic.”
“I hope you’re hungry,” he said as he handed me the dish of stacked French toast. “Bring these to the deck, we’ll eat outside.”
I poured extra syrup on my toast as I finished my fourth slice. It was buttery and gooey. All the flavors danced in my mouth. My stomach protested, but everything was so scrumptious, I couldn’t help but continue to stuff my face as I washed it all down with a tall glass of orange juice.
“I like watching you eat,” he said, amused and finally breaking the silence.
“Oh yeah, and why is that?’
“Because you don’t care about calories.”
“You’re calling me a pig?”
He laughed. “No. I simply enjoy cooking for someone who likes to eat.”
“My mother blessed me with wonderful genes. I have a high metabolism, so I can eat whatever I want; my sister always hated that about me.”
“You’ve never told me about your sister.”
I set my fork down and took a deep breath. I wasn’t ready to rustle the leaves of my family tree. Still, I couldn’t keep Tom in the dark forever. “Megan? She lives up in Seattle. She moved there after our mom died.”
“That must’ve been hard for you…to lose your mom then your sister moving away?”
“It was very hard, but thankfully, Jen was there for me.” The smile accompanying my words wasn’t wide. Jen helped me heal, but the scars would always be there.
“You guys seem very close. I admire your friendship.”
“Is it just you and your brother?”
“James was enough. Trust me,” he laughed.
“Must be interesting being a twin.”
“We are not identical, so we don’t share any of the identical twin phenomena, but we were very close.”
“Were?”
Tom was about to take a sip from his OJ but stopped and thought for a moment. “I haven’t been home in a while.” Then he took a deep gulp of juice. All amusement was gone from his voice. I could have pressed further, but it wasn’t the time to delve into those murky waters. At least not yet.
“Your mom is beautiful. Now I know where you get your looks from.”
Warmth filled his eyes as he thought about his mother. It was obvious he loved her deeply.
“What about your father?” I asked.
“My father died from a heart attack,” he replied coolly. “I was stationed in Afghanistan when it happened.”
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. There was nothing I could do about it. Plus…” He paused and stared out across the sand into the ocean.”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
He looked back at me, subtle fury hiding behind his green eyes. “My father was a terrible man, Sara. He wasn’t a good husband, and he was an even worse father. I can’t say I was especially moved when I heard he passed.”
“I’m sorry about your dad,” I said.
“I’ve moved on.”
“It’s not easy to.”
“There are things that still haunt me about my past. God knows there’s so much I would have done differently. But when it comes to the man who fathered me, I’ve made peace with it.”
We looked at each other for a long moment. Neither one of us knew exactly what to say. Our sunny day was clouded by memories of troubled pasts, but I wasn’t about to let our day get ruined. “So, what do you want to do today?” I asked.
“I thought you wanted to take a nap.”
“Scratch that. Let’s do something fun.”
“Well, there’s a bike trail nearby that runs right along the beach.”
“Perfect.”
****
He mounted the bikes onto the Jeep and we took off around noon. After a couple of hours, we ventured away from the beach and into town, stopping at a café nearby for a late lunch. We sat on one of their outside tables and lazily ate our food while enjoying the afternoon sun and ocean air.
“So, Jake is having this party tonight,” Tom said in between mouthfuls. “It’s a penthouse party at his Hollywood apartment.”
“What’s the celebration?”
“The recent sales, and truthfully, he likes throwing a party for no reason at all,” he scoffed. “I’m not crazy about going, but he is my partner and some of our clients might be there.”
“Will you be gone late?”
“I was hoping you’d want to join me. You could meet Jake.”
“I didn’t bring any fancy dresses.”
A self-assured look crossed his eyes. “I’ve already taken care of that. You’re going to like what I had my assistant bring.”
“Oh? Who’s this mystery shopper?”
“Tiffany.”
“Hmm, so is purchasing dresses for me part of Tiffany’s job description?”
“She’s a close friend of mine and offered to help.”
“Was she the one who bought the Geena Salvatore dress?”
His eyes narrowed over me in a swift look of seduction. “No, baby. That was all me.”
My eyes shied away from him while I attempted to hide a satisfied smile. I hiked an eyebrow. “So, she knows about us?”
“Yes. Why so many questions?”
“So, you two are very close?”
“She works for me. We’re friends.”
He didn’t seem very eager to offer the 411 on this Tiffany, but I wasn’t going to easily forget about her either. Close female friends aren’t always just friends. I would need to let that simmer for a while before I addressed it again.
“We don’t have to stay long tonight,” he continued. “I need to make an appearance, say hi to a few people, shake a few hands then we can leave.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
A Hollywood party? The thought of meeting Jake terrified me. What if I didn’t fit in or if his best friend didn’t like me?
We made it back to the house around three p.m. My legs were sore, but the small workout felt great. Tom dropped his keys on the kitchen counter then reached inside the fridge for a bottle of water and offered me one. I took it and stared as he downed his in less than twenty seconds. I admired his physique as he drank.
Sticky and drenched in sweat from being in the sun all afternoon, he looked so smoking hot I couldn’t stop my mind from summoning lewd thoughts of his naked body grinding into me. I pressed the cold bottle against my forehead, trying to freeze frame those images or I may have lost all self-control.
“Shower,” I said, taking a gulp of my water and nodding up toward the third floor.
He looked at me with a bit of confusion but with a hint of playfulness as well. A smile began to curl at the end of his lips.
“Not with me, buster.” I winked at him, stopping him before he had a chance to finish his thought. “Nice try, though. You had your chance, remember?”
He laughed. “Touché, my lady. But you insult my honor.”
“Honor my ass!” We both laughed, but his chuckle carried a sensual guttural sound that made me crave more of his playful nature, but also made me regret my idiotic idea. No sex with this man? I absorbed him with my eyes and never felt more stupid. Denying myself the pleasure of being carnally loved by Tom Wright? Yeah, moronic to the umpteenth power.
We both stared, perhaps hoping the other would end the stalemate. We were both too proud.
“What time’s the party?” I asked.
“Eleven.”
“After the shower, I’d like to take a short nap if that’s okay?
“Yeah of course, you should definitely rest. I know jet lag can be hard on your body.”
That. And wanting him so badly and not being able to do anything about it because I was ridiculously delusional also made it hard on my body.
I left him in the kitchen with his water.
Upstairs, I daydreamed about him walking into the bathroom and joining me under the warm water flowing like rain in the large shower. My skin vibrated with desire, aching for the feel of his hands. Recalling our last intimate encounter—his body on top of mine, his naked chest, his long muscular limbs, his iron-hard erection and the heat in which he beat into me—made me lightheaded. I throbbed with the need to orgasm and almost reached between my legs, but thought better of it. The sweet torture was keeping me on edge and the anticipation of having him own my release was worth the wait. I wanted it to be his and his alone.
I slipped into a comfortable pair of cotton shorts and a cami, sank into his bed, and mercifully faded to sleep before being assaulted by more images of Tom and his glorious nakedness.