This Much is True - Tia Louise Page 0,19

only his shirt.

“Oh!” It’s a gasp, my breasts rising and falling with each quick breath. “I was just… I…”

I don’t know what to say.

He hesitates, and his lips part, his dark brow lowers.

My eyes travel down his bare chest, and my head gets light. His skin is tanned and something is inked on his upper chest. I can’t read it from here. He has another tattoo on his shoulder leading down to his round, bulging biceps. Deep lines of muscle cut across his torso, and a mouthwatering V disappears into his loose jeans.

Returning my eyes to his face, his jaw is perfectly square, and a cleft is in his chin. “You shaved.”

He rubs his face, stepping into the room. “I wanted a fresh start.”

His face is strong, manly—with a straight nose and high cheekbones. My fingers curl with wanting to touch him. “It’s perfect…”

Without thinking, I take a step closer, ad his shirt opens, giving him a view of everything.

His eyes flinch, and I see the struggle, the flex in his jaw. “What are you doing?”

I glance down. “Trying on your shirt.”

Desire crackles in the air around us and ice blue eyes blaze at me. “You’re playing with fire, Hope. I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years.”

“Neither have I.”

His eyes slowly move down my body like a caress, lingering on my breasts, my hardened nipples, drifting to my stomach, my bare pussy. His throat moves with a swallow, and my whole body is on fire. I want him to kiss me, touch me, anything…

“Give me the towel.” It’s a rough command.

“It won’t do any good.” A high, soft reply.

“I’ll decide that.” He snatches up the soggy scrap of terrycloth and returns to the bathroom, closing the door fast.

Scout lets out another loud snore, and I step back to sit on the foot of the bed, trying to breathe, trying to calm the trembling in my stomach, the raging fire in my veins.

JR Dunne is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and oh boy, I would’ve done anything just now for him to touch me.

Jr

I wanted him to say dirty things to me. I wanted him to be rough… Her words taunted me as I lay on the backseat of the car pretending to sleep.

Now I’m gripping the crummy sink in this cheap motel bathroom, fighting the urge to go back out there and take her.

Opening the door, I was pretty sure I’d go blind when I saw her standing in the shaft of light wearing nothing but my light blue shirt. God, she’s a walking wet dream.

Her pink lips parted, and her body… Small breasts rising and falling, dark nipples tight, peeking at me from inside the fabric. It took every single ounce of will power to keep myself in one place. My hands shook… My hands are still shaking.

My dick is a steel rod, aching for her tight body. Fuck. I step into the shower, flicking on the water and grabbing the tiny bottle of cheap conditioner. Closing my eyes, I rest my forehead on my arm. I imagine bruising her pink lips with mine, turning her to the wall and pushing in from behind.

Her soft voice transforms to moans as I slide my hands from her stomach up to her breasts, kneading and caressing, tweaking the hardened tips. One hand would go between her thighs, stroking and circling her clit until she’s begging for more.

She likes it rough. I need it rough. After this long, it’ll be hard to stop. I see my large hands covering her soft ass, squeezing and lifting her. I see her small feet rising onto her toes with every thrust, and it doesn’t take long before orgasm snakes up my thighs, centering in my cock, and pulsing into the stream, disappearing down the drain.

Coughing to hide my groan, I stay there until the water is no longer warm, and I’m able to leave this tiny bathroom without thinking about touching her. She’s right about the towel. It doesn’t dry me off for shit, although it doesn’t help I’m the third person to use it.

Snatching up my jeans, I jerk them over my hips before opening the door. I move slower this time, quieter. Scout’s still sawing logs on the couch, and I scan the room for her. She’s curled on the bed in that thin yellow dress. Her eyes are closed, and she seems to be sleeping.

My blue shirt is on the chair with a Deluxe Inn notepad on the table