powerful. “You have?”
He nodded, hands lifting to unbutton his shirt. “I have.” He toed off his shoes. “Usually when I was trying to sleep. I’d think of you all cozy in your blankets and I’d want to rip them off you and . . . make you scream my name.”
Her mouth went dry when he took off the shirt. He was . . . wow. “You did?”
“I did.” He pulled the belt from his jeans and freed the button. “I’d tell myself it was impossible. That I’d ruin our friendship.”
“That was . . .” She forgot what she was going to say when he slid his zipper down.
“That was?” He shoved his jeans to his knees, revealing black boxer briefs that clung like a second skin. He was hard and big and she wanted him more than she wanted to breathe.
“Um.” The sound came out a dry croak. His predatory grin made her heart race and her knees weak. She took a step back, lowering herself to sit on the bed. “What was the question?”
He kicked off his jeans and pulled off his socks, making even that movement look graceful and fluid. “I said I was afraid I’d ruin our friendship. You said, ‘That was . . .’ That was what?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
She heard his chuckle but didn’t look up, unable to take her eyes off that bulge. She could see him pulsing and she itched to touch. He stepped closer, bringing that delicious bulge right in front of her face. She grabbed the hem of the briefs and yanked them down. His cock slapped against his stomach and she shuddered out a sigh before closing her fingers around him.
He hissed, his hands tunneling through her hair to lift her face to his gaze. “Do you believe me now?” he demanded.
She squeezed his cock, loving the dark pleasure that flashed in his eyes. “I think so. Still not sure.” She was so sure. She licked her lower lip. “Maybe I should do some research.”
Without waiting for him to reply, she took him in her mouth. His strangled cry was the sound she didn’t know she needed, and she wanted to hear it over and over again.
“Wait,” he ground out, his fingers tightening in her hair. She froze, looking up his body to his face. His jaw was so tight that his cheek twitched. “Just wait.”
Carefully she pulled away, not licking him even though she wanted to. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re still dressed. I want you naked and I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”
Liza shivered. “You want me naked?” She lifted her arms. “Then do it.”
Her shirt was gone before she could blink, his mouth on hers as his fingers fumbled with the clasp on her bra. A second later it went sailing over his shoulder and he was pushing her down to the bed, her feet still on the floor. He gripped her wrists and pinned them over her head, his amazing body hovering just out of reach.
“Tom,” she warned, writhing beneath him. “Don’t tease me.”
He gave her wrists a gentle squeeze. “Hands stay here.” He let her go and lowered to his knees, parting her legs. He pulled off one of her boots and then the other, tossing them over his shoulders. They landed with dull thuds somewhere. She didn’t care where.
Her body was on fire, her fingers flexing above her head, gripping handfuls of the bedspread.
“I need to—” She gasped when he dragged her pants down her legs, taking her panties with them. The clothing went the way of her boots. The air was cool on her heated skin, shivers racing over her like electric waves. “Please, Tom. Please.”
Then the strangled cry was hers. His big hands parted her thighs and then his mouth was on her and . . . “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Tom. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He didn’t speak, humming against her instead. His mouth, his tongue . . . God, the man’s tongue was criminal. She was instantly addicted.
She was in heaven. She was flying. She was almost there.
She stiffened, her body going taut as she arched, pressing her head back as the orgasm exploded and she heard herself cry out. He licked and sucked her through it, not stopping until she collapsed to her back, panting. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she chanted.
He kissed his way up her body, lingering on the butterfly tattoo at her hip. And then he was kissing her and she could taste herself, which was way