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“You know why,” I whisper.
“Tell me,” he demands, against my lips.
What I can’t tell him is he’s becoming harder and harder to resist as the days go on, and if I’m honest with myself, with each additional orgasm he gives me. If he throws a dog into the mix I’m toast. A goner.
I decide to leave out the orgasms and just focus on the dog. “You know I won’t be able to resist a dog.”
“Good.” He leans down to kiss me one more time, long, soft, and sweet. I feel his lips leave mine and I barely open my eyes when he adds, “Now, let’s go eat.”
Chapter 11 – This
Leigh
I wake up to hammering. And saws. And lots of men’s voices coming from outside Tony’s bedroom window.
I burrow my face deeper into my pillow at the same time Tony’s arm tightens around my torso, pulling my back into his front. His forearm is angled up my side and his thumb is torturing the outside of my breast, back and forth. I don’t know what’s freaking me out more, his thumb or the fence going up in his backyard, reminding me of the imminent puppy purchasing process that will begin tomorrow. I do know that my body is starting to deceive my brain as of late and, I find it’s doing it again, because my body wiggles back into Tony tighter. Apparently, my body can’t get close enough despite my freak-out.
And I feel him—alert and erect through his boxers. The second I wiggle in, he presses his hips and his erectness into my bottom at the same time his lips hit me below my ear. That’s where he murmurs, “Mornin’, gem.”
Again, my body acts on its own accord, lifting my head for him to gain better access to my neck. Tony takes advantage of the access granted and traces my neck with his tongue at the same time he pulls away from my back. His hand splays across my stomach to roll me to my back and he instantly covers me. His mouth hits mine, firm and intense. My stupid, stupid body continues to ignore my freak-out because my legs separate and his hips fall in between, pressing hard, making me gasp into his mouth.
Oh, but that feels good.
I feel my hips move with his, my legs pulling up so I can feel more of him and he dips a hand under his t-shirt that’s on my body. With the hammering and sawing outside, his hand lands on my bare breast as he starts to torture my nipple with a roll and a tug.
That feels so good, my lips form the words, “Do that again.”
His lips smile against mine and he grinds his hips between my legs even harder. Then he does it again, but the squeeze and tug are even more intense and I moan into his mouth.
I think my moan did it, because all the control Tony was holding onto vanishes into thin air. He sits back on his knees, yanks me up with him and whips his t-shirt off my body. Before I know it, I’m on my back again and he has his lips wrapped around my nipple sucking, rolling, and biting.
It. Is. Heaven.
So much so, I forget about the hammering, the sawing, the fence, and the impending puppy. I arch my back and put my hands to the back of his head to hold him to me. He moves to my other breast and his teeth are tormenting my other nipple when it happens.
The doorbell.
Like a wet blanket, the bell makes me tense and Tony stills at my breast. He looks up to me and growls, “Fucking-A.”
But he doesn’t get up. He comes back over me, giving me all his weight, grinds his hips in between my legs again for good measure. The doorbell rings again. He lifts his head to look down at me, all heated and sexy, his hair messy and sleepy.
“I should get the door.”
“Yeah,” I agree, not really knowing if I want him to get the door or not. My brain is starting to wake up and have its own freak-out over what my body has done with the current situation.
He leans down to kiss me one more time. “Do not move.”
Before I can do or say anything with my brain or my body, he’s up and I immediately feel the loss of him. He flips the covers over me, bending to the floor to pull on his sweatpants. He moves out of the bedroom as I hear the doorbell again and I look over to the clock.
Shit!
I need to get up.
Today is Gabby and Jude’s wedding and I have to be at her house in an hour for makeup and hair.
The last week has been a whirlwind with the final wedding activities, wedding plans, and moving into my apartment. Not to mention I worked five days in a row so I could have the whole weekend off. Gabby was about as happy as Tony that I signed a lease and am planning on moving out of her house. I had to listen to them both tell me it was unnecessary and a waste of money. Then Tony announced his grand dog plans and Gabby perked up right away, catching on to Tony’s hoodwinking dog strategy. I huffed at both of them, marched out of the room as I heard Jude rasp, “Nice work,” probably to Tony since I’m sure he’s obligated by the brotherhood to pound his chest in support of macho hoodwinking skills.
Even though Gabby wasn’t happy about me moving out, she proved to be the amazing friend I knew she was and supplied me with a treasure trove of really great furniture. I offered to pay her for it, in addition to all her time and energy she spent refinishing it all. Of course, she waved her hand around while saying with a knowing look, “Don’t worry about it. Consider it a loan. I’m sure you won’t be using it for long anyway.”
