Page 8 of New Rules
To be honest, I didn’t really want to go home alone anyway. Last night I had crashed from a pure adrenaline drop only. I knew how to protect myself. I was an Army veteran, for heaven’s sake. But I also knew being with someone else was often safer. Plus, sex was a great stress reliever, and I knew I was definitely stressed. So not only would Ray provide the security of not being alone, but he also promised a night of fun.
As days went…today had sucked. Really, the last two days had both sucked. But if it ended with this man’s hands and mouth on me, I figured it couldn’t be all that bad.
I put my hand on my hip to give the illusion of casual vibes, even though my heart rate proved otherwise. “Alright, stud. You want to come over to my place?”
“I’d love to.”
THREE
TAMMY
I’d told Ray to follow me back to my place in his rental car, giving him my address in case he lost me.
Sure, I could have let him ride with me, but I needed some alone time in the short car ride to calm my raging hormones. Not because I was going to back out, but I feared that if he rode with me, I would’ve had to pull over on the side of the street and ride him instead.
Unfortunately, the drive home did nothing to tamp down my sexual excitement for the man who was now walking from where he’d parked his car on the street near my townhouse.
“You could have parked in the driveway,” I told him, since I had pulled my car into the garage.
“I was in a hurry and just picked a spot on the street.”
Well, good to know I’m the only one who can’t contain themself.
I turned to walk into the house, through the garage, and into the kitchen. I took off my shoes and set my purse on my counter before turning to him slowly.
He had been scanning my space, taking it in, when his gaze came back to me. Hiseyes blazed as he took in the sight of me, like it was hunting season and I was the prey.
I watched as he looked hungrily at me from top to bottom, and damn if that wasn’t a huge confidence boost.
God, I wanted this man so badly that it was mildly pathetic.
I took one step forward at the same time he did. Our lips crashed together like oncoming cars. He didn’t just kiss me. He devoured me. I’d never felt so consumed by a kiss before and struggled to get enough oxygen.
Before I passed out, he shifted his lips to my neck, nibbling a little path up to that sweet spot behind my ear. I shivered, enjoying the feeling as tingles raced through the rest of my body.
He had an intoxicating scent of leather, aftershave, and a woodsy edge. The combination drew me in, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
He pulled back, his eyes boring into mine as he spoke low. “Are you sure about this?”
I nodded, perhaps a bit too vigorously.
“I’m not gentle, Tammy.”
That spot between my legs flooded instantly at his words. “Good,” I told him on a shaky breath. “Neither am I.”
His gaze continued its hungry climb up my body, sending chills through me once again. The anticipation was killing me.
“I might not be gentle, but I will spoil you rotten, and that includes fucking you so good you can’t remember your own name.”
Oh, God. Yes, please.
Not trusting myself with words, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to follow me up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I walked in, turning on the lamp on my nightstand, which only gave off a soft glow. I had barely turned when his hands grabbed my face and he kissed me again.
His tongue pressed against my lips, sliding back and forth as if to ask permission to open. I gave it, and his tongue slipped in and continued to ravage me from the inside out.
My body was pressed tightly to his, but I needed more. I moved my hands to start working at his belt and his jeans. Just when I got close to opening him up and sticking my hand inside, he slid his hands to my sides and whisked up my shirt.
