Page 70 of How to Deal
He groans, and I feel the hardness pressing against my stomach as he grips my ass with his firm hands. He’s getting distracted.
“Tathan?”
“Yes.” His lips linger on my heated skin, struggling to get closer.
“You stink.”
“Got it.” He laughs, his voice rough. “Shower time.” Before he walks away, he whispers in my ear. “Join me?”
“No. I can’t because I. . . I just can’t.” I wave him away and pick up Oliver. “Go shower.”
I can’t because I know what’s going to happen in that shower. We’ll get caught up in the moment, and I want him in my bed where I remember it.
So no shower.
When he disappears down the hall, I look down at Oliver as he continues to growl. “You have to stop peeing on him, buddy.”
He cocks his head at me as if I’m joking and then wiggles as if I’m rewarding him.
I don’t want Oliver to see any of this, so I sneak next door and drop him off at Jade’s apartment after making him go potty again. Outside this time.
“I have to work at midnight,” Jade yells back, half dressed and hanging out her apartment with Oliver in her arms.
I wave to her on my way back to mine. “I’ll be back soon.”
When I get back to my apartment, I glance down the hall to my bedroom and then the bathroom next to it.
Come on, he’s naked. I know where this night is going sowhat’s the harmin peeking?
Nothingat all.
When I crack the door slightly, he’s standing there in a towel, wet hair, andwater dripping off him. I have to hold onto the handle when my eyes take in his half-naked body in the lighting of my bathroom. Flushed skin, muscles everywhere, dark hair, it’s breathtaking really.
Just rip the towel away.
Before I can, he grabs the handle of the door and yanks it open and then grabs my hand, pulling me into him. Slamming my bathroom door shut, he pins me against it.
“That was fast.” I look up at him, my dark hair falling on my face.
“With you waitingonme”—he reaches up and cups my cheek, his other hand brushing the hair away from my face—“I didn’t want to waste any time.”
“Fine by me.” His lips find mine, rough with an undeniable need that has me gasping into his mouth. I can feel his erection right then, and I wiggle in anticipation. I just need a small amount of friction strategically placed in just the right spot. He does too.
“Jesus Christ, Amalie.” His head drops to my shoulder, a slight tremble to his muscles when our lips part.
Groaning again, his hips press against mine harder, with more determination to show me exactly where this is going.
“Bed,” I say, frustrated. “Weneeda bed.”
Nodding, he never parts his lips from my skin as he moves us from the bathroom to my room.
We land on the bed with a thud. By what’s pressing firmly between my legs, Tathan wants this just as much, but I sense the hesitation. He pulls back and sits on his knees, leaving me lying on the bed with my legs spread. It’s unhurried as he removes my panties, his large hands lingering over every curve, leaving my skin pebbling in their wake.
He sees the flush in my cheeks, which has nothing to do with embarrassment but just that my blood pressure is rising when his breath blows out over my face. “Are you embarrassed?”
“No,” I admit.
He winks. “Good.” Hisleft handleaves my body and then moves to his hip and lets the towel around his waist fall away. “You’re too fuckin’ sexy for that.”
