“You’re getting on that bed,” I say, pointing to it. “I’m not done with you yet.”
With a smirk, she turns, showing me her beautiful body as she walks over to the bed. Tess is no slender waif. She’s all woman—big breasts, thick thighs, a curvy midsection, and that ass that can’t seem to quit. I am weak for this woman. Fucking weak.
I nearly pass out when she crawls onto the end of the bed, putting that perfect ass on full display. Fuck, I want to mark her dimpled skin. I want to claim it—with my teeth, my hands. I’ve never really explored the darker side of my interests in the bedroom. Again, who has the time? But right now, Tess is kneeling next to her bag of tricks, and I saw some of what was inside. I have a feeling this woman is more than a match for me.
My dick is so hard it hurts, but he needs to wait his turn. I’m only just getting started. “Turn over,” I call to her. “Lie down and spread your legs, beautiful. Show me your pussy.”
She turns over in the middle of the bed, a soft smile on her face. It’s dark in here, the only light coming from her bathroom. The strip of golden light stretches right atop her stomach and thighs. Dropping back to her elbows, she holds my gaze as she brings her knees up. So fucking slowly, she drops them open, exposing her shiny pink cunt to me.
My soul leaves my body as she lets out a little laugh, the sound making her breasts jiggle.
“What’s the matter, puppy?” she teases. “You just gonna stand there?”
And because she really wants to leave me for dead, she shifts her weight, dropping her left hand down between her legs to finger her own clit. She makes the sweetest little whimpering sound that burrows its way through my rock-hard dick, straight to my fucking heart.
All coherent thought leaves me except one word: mine.
No one is gonna touch that pretty pussy tonight except for me. I take a step towards her, my only desire getting to her, feeling her, sinking into the warm scent of her skin. I want the sweet nectar of her arousal on my tongue.
So, I take that first step closer…a step on a bad knee.
“Ouch—mother—fuck—” I cry out, stumbling as I quickly regain my balance, shifting all my weight back to my right leg.
“Ryan,” Tess cries, sitting up. The lust in her eyes is instantly replaced with concern. “Ohmygod—” And then she’s up, slipping off the side of the bed and rushing to my side. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I completely forgot about your knee. Are you hurt?” She wraps an arm around my waist, trying to help me bear my weight.
“I’m fine.”
“Here, let me help you,” she says. “Come sit.”
“I said I’m fine—”
“You’re not fine.”
We cross the five or so steps to the bed and I turn, sinking down onto the end. Immediately, my hands go to her, cupping the thick curves of her hips as I pull her closer to me. I bring her naked flesh right up to my face, inhaling deep against her floral-scented skin, my nose brushing just above her navel. I don’t bother suppressing my groan as my dick twitches in my shorts.
“Ryan,” she sighs, her hands going from my hair to my shoulders.
I could delude myself into thinking she wants me to continue, but I can feel the tension in her hold. “Is the moment over?”
She shifts her weight to one hip as she combs her fingers back through my hair again. I chase the touch, moving my head with her hand. “Ryan, what are we doing?”
“I thought that was obvious,” I reply, giving her naked ass a gentle squeeze.
Her eyes flutter closed, but I feel the increased tension in her arms. Fuck, this woman is a master at pulling away. Shelby warned me, I just didn’t want to believe.
“Tess—”
“We need to stop,” she says, stepping away from the bed…from me.
I let her go, my hands brushing the dimpled skin of her thighs as she backs away.
Fuck, what did I really think was about to happen here? We had one conversation about her controlling ex, and that switched my damn hindbrain into overdrive. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted her to feel safe, comforted, desired.
“I’m sorry,” I say, raising my hands in defeat.
“Ryan, no. You did nothing wrong. Please don’t think you did.”
I nod, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being in this room with her still naked. I drop my gaze to the floor. “Could you please put something on?”
For the first time since we met, she doesn’t fight me or laugh off our mutual embarrassment. Stepping around me, she moves silently into the bathroom. In moments, she steps out again, tying the knot of a little pink floral bathrobe at her waist. The damn thing is barely long enough to cover her pussy, and the deep “V” exposes the heavy swell of her full boobs.