ass Paul. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Why you say that?”
“Because I’m not going to make things messy for you. And I’m damn sure not going to touch you in any way that will make you feel uncomfortable or violated.” The nasty words tasted like metallic on my tongue.
The sibilant whisper of her rushed words seared through me. “You don’t. You never did.”
Relief flushed through me. “Then you have to tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I’m trying.” Tori shook her head, visibly frustrated. “I don’t know how to. I’m not used to this.”
“Used to what? Speaking your feelings?” I scoffed. “You damn sure do when you want to cut through someone like a jagged blade with your damn words.”
“Not like this. That’s not what I want to do with you.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I want to not have to think too hard or feel guilty when I think about you. I can’t help it. And it’s been driving me crazy since before Thanksgiving night.”
“Good!” I grunted, sitting up and laying against the headboard. “We’re finally at an impasse together.”
I couldn’t believe I was fucking pouting like an eleven-year-old. So much for that temporary high she gave from her concern about my condition.
My lamenting stopped when a blue greeting card envelope crept into my periphery. I gazed over to her.
“Margaret McNabb told me to never go without saying thank you when invited over to someone’s house for dinner.”
I took the card and opened it. Certainly, it was thank you themed with balloons and bold font. Her tall, slender, and stick-like penmanship wrote out our names and the message “Your house is nice and the food was good. You was…nice, and good too.”
A pleasure roll ascended my chest at the piquancy in her innocent expression. Before I could stop myself, my upper torso whipped over and I captured her by the side of the face. Her nose to my nose, our lips centimeters apart.
“You were nice and good,” I corrected her grammar as my dick swelled again. “It’s second-person singular past tense. I’m about to bring it back present.”
A cool smile broadened on her face. “I know it was wrong. I did it to grind your stupid grammar gears.”
Totally taken by her sense of humor, I all but leaped to meet her mouth. I was both annoyed and turned on by her wisecrack. But so soon into it, I noticed her attention going to the left of me and the right of her. Tori was trying to communicate something to me. My gaze followed hers to the nightstand, where a gift bag sat. She must have put it there while I was asleep. No way I missed it earlier.
I lifted from the bed. “That’s for me?”
Tori shifted to her elbows and nodded, biting her top lip. “It goes with your card.”
I reached over and grabbed the bag, pulling the white tissue paper out. Next, I lifted soft cotton material from it. Soon, I learned it was a pair of Versace boxer briefs.
“I could only afford one.” Her voice was small.
I opened them for full inspection. They were huge. I glanced inside for the size.
“Extra-large?”
Tori shrugged awkwardly. “I was judging by your…” Her chin ducked with reticence. “…dick size.”
My brows shot up. “You think I’ve got a big dick, McNabb?”
She rolled her eyes. “Bigger than I’ve seen.”
My fucking chest opened to something so narcissistic. It was wrong because the only dicks Tori may have seen were mine and those of her violators. But fuck them. They didn’t deserve the acknowledgment, nor their dicks. If given the opportunity, I’d geld the motherfuckers with my bare hands and a sheep’s foot paring knife.
Tori’s gaze upon me was unveiled. There was a longing in her eyes. One I couldn’t ignore.
“You want my dick,” was a spoken revelation.
“I don’t want to—”
Taking her head into my hands, I pushed my tongue in her mouth, and this time Tori responded without reservation. Her breasts pushed into me expressly. Pressure coiled in my boxers nearing painful. As I ravaged her mouth, I flipped my body until I straddled her. My hands worked to pull her shirt above her breasts, taking great care at not disturbing her sides.
My face worked down to her chin then neck, where I sucked while massaging the underside of her perfectly round tits with my thumbs. She lifted her hips in search of my dick, but my legs caged her thighs and her target was missed. My body ached from the hits on the field and the