His hand at my head moved to curve around my jaw, he pulled my face to his again just as his fingers curled into my bra and yanked the cup down, scraping the nipple, making it go hard. I sucked in breath as my body instinctively melted under his, the inside of my thighs pressing into the sides of his h*ps then his thumb swept across my tightened nipple, my lips parted and I gasped.
“There it is,” he muttered, then his lips crushed mine and his tongue slid into my mouth.
God, he tasted good. I forgot how good. So good, he tasted great.
My thighs tightened against his hips, his finger met his thumb at my nipple and rolled. I felt a rush of heat between my legs. The rush was so strong I moaned into his mouth and arched into his hand as my tongue tangled with his and my arms slid to lock around his shoulders.
“Dad! Tyra!” Tabby shouted. “Someone’s at the door!”
Tack’s fingers stopped rolling, his hand curled warm around my breast and his mouth broke from mine to growl, “No f**kin’ way.”
“Should I answer it?” Tabby called, sounding closer.
“Ye…” my voice broke, I cleared my throat and shouted, “Yeah, honey, go ahead. I’ll be right out.”
“Fuck,” Tack clipped and I opened my eyes to see his were drilling into mine. “We’re not done,” he announced.
“Um… I need to go see who’s at the door.”
His fingers tensed on my breast and he growled, “Yeah, but we’re not done.”
“Um…”
“You’ll see who’s at the door then we’re finishing.”
I bit my lip.
“With me?” he demanded to know.
I stopped biting my lip to mumble, “Uh…”
Suddenly his thumb swept my sensitized nipple, my lips parted and my eyes drifted halfway shut.
“You’re with me,” he murmured, I snapped my eyes all the way open just in time to catch his grin.
Then his fingers were righting my bra, his hand was out of my top, his body was off mine and I was out of my bed and on my feet.
I wobbled slightly since my knees were not ready to take on my weight and Tack’s arm went around my belly. He pulled my back to the front of his body, partly to hold me steady and partly to march me to the door with his face in my neck, against which he ordered, “Be quick gettin’ rid of ‘em.”
“Tack –”
His arm around my belly gave me a squeeze and his teeth lightly nipped the skin at my neck.
My legs wobbled again.
“Quick,” he commanded on a low rumble.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He held me close but reached beyond me and opened my bedroom door.
Chapter Nine
I Can’t Keep Up
I walked connected to Tack with his arm around my middle all the way down the hall. I was freaking out and I didn’t want to like it but there was something about feeling his hard body and the power that naturally emanated from it surrounding me as we moved. He was not someone I felt safe with, at least this was what my mind told me, but my body felt something different.
I’d rather cut off my own arm than ever hurt you.