Losing You (Stars On Fire Book 4) (13 page)

“Tommy!” she exclaimed, throwing herself at him and wrapping him in her embrace.

“Hi there, baby girl,” he said, returning the embrace and putting his arms around her waist and lifting her in the air. The use of that nickname just flowed out of his mouth . . . she was the baby of the group and a girl. They were guys and weren’t very creative when it came to nicknames.

Tom closed his eyes when she nuzzled her face against his neck, breathing him in. His cheek brushed against hers and he couldn’t stop himself when he replaced his cheek with his lips. Letting them linger on her skin. “So good to see you again. Two times in less than a week. Much better than what it was.”

Knowing he should put her down, but not caring, he locked his eyes on her face, gazing at her beauty. She hadn’t looked away but the pinkening of her cheeks let him know that he was affecting her.

“You look good,” he said in appreciation, finally letting her down and took the opportunity to let his eyes travel all over her. “Very good.”

“Thanks. You’re as handsome as ever,” she replied, reaching behind him and closing the door.

Not able to take his eyes off her, they exchanged some small talk before she took him on a tour of her house. As they went from room to room, idea after idea sprung into his mind which he jotted down in his notebook. He was focused on what she asked him here to do—design furniture—but the moment she mentioned her bedroom, Tom felt his whole demeanor change. He’d never been in her bedroom and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested or that he’d never thought of what could happen in there.

“Lead the way, Mia,” he said.

She stood in place while studying him, before moving onto the back stairway that led upstairs. “The entire third floor is the master suite. My office,” she said, opening the door to the room at the back of the house. Sticking his head into the room, Tom quickly looked around, cringing at the Ikea table currently holding her laptop and deciding the first thing he would do was make her the coolest desk she’d ever seen.

“Walk-in closet,” she said matter-of-factly, as they entered the space. Tom’s eyes soaked up as much as they could of her clothing until they landed on a familiar shirt. The same shirt he’d peeled off of her before seeing her breasts for the first time. He lingered in her closet, the shirt between his fingers.

“Tom?” Mia spoke up, standing in the adjacent bathroom.

It surprised him how hard it was to let go of that shirt. He wanted to rip it off the hanger and take it with him. But he finally let the red fabric slide from his fingers and turned his attention to her. “Sorry, memories,” he said and joined her in the bathroom, still lost in thought.

Tom continued on through the bathroom and finally stood inside of her bedroom. Mia stood before him in the center, clearly nervous. He liked that. “And this is my bedroom. All this furniture is pretty much from my old apartment aside from the chaise. That’s really the only new thing in here.”

Staring at her, he couldn’t stop the flood of memories hitting him of her above him, his fingers kneading her breasts, her moving against him. The desire to have her again was intense, and he didn’t want to fight it.

“Tom?”

Storming forward, Tom cupped her face and crashed his mouth upon hers, tasting her sweet lips against his. It took a moment for the lack of movement on her part to register with him and when it did, he backed away, his eyes searching hers for clues. “Is this okay?”

Mia didn’t take long to answer. “Yes,” she replied and pulled him back to her.

Hell yes
, he thought, wanting to immediately up the voltage of this kiss. He needed inside of her mouth. The instant the tip of his tongue touched her bottom lip, she opened for him, his tongue assaulting hers. Her fingers fell to his waist, gripping his belt loops as his mouth, lips, and tongue, bullied her into submission.

His hands learned the curves and planes of her back before stopping on her ass. He groaned then squeezed, pulling her against him. When her stomach hit his hard cock, the hottest moan fell from her lips, making his dick twitch. Then she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, and wrapped her arms around his neck. With almost frantic movements, he undressed her as he backed her up to the bed. When her body hit the bed, she was as naked as the day she was born.

He stood above her, hypnotized by her nudity. Fuck. He couldn’t stop looking at her, his eyes cataloging everything, including the adorable pink bandage covering her knee. The woman who had captured his heart years ago was below him, ready for him. With a shake of his head he got to work. Lifting his arms, he ripped his T-shirt over his head.

She was a damn vision.

As her heavy-lidded eyes worked their way from his chest downward, he removed his pants. Tom was as hard as a hammer and wanted to pound the hell out of her.

A grin split her lips when her eyes widened in surprise after landing on his cock. Hovering over her, he spoke against her neck. “Still so beautiful.”

Nudging her head back with his nose, he placed soft kisses along her delicious neck then nipped her, followed by another soft kiss. Tom wasn’t a gentle lover . . . he liked to push the boundaries. Mia had liked it that one night, and he’d be sure to do it again right now.

Using his teeth, he created a trail of goose bumps over her shoulder and down her chest until he reached her breast where he couldn’t resist taking a bite. She screamed out yet held him in place. He captured her nipple between his lips and sucked away the soreness he’d caused.

The sexy noises coming from her continued as he paid special attention to her perfect breasts while sneaking his hand downward, zeroing in on the small nub that had her screaming out.

Fuck!

With just a few swipes to her clit, he had her coming.

“So responsive, Mia,” he said, his voice rough with his desire before continuing his exploration.

Needing to sample her back as well as see that ass of hers in the air, he flipped her over. As his lips tickled up her back, Tom wrapped his fist with her hair and pulled her head back to claim her lips in a possessive kiss. In this moment, Mia was his and he wanted her to know it.

Molding his body to hers, he rested his rock hard cock on the crack of her ass. Mia squirmed against him, her ass moving along his dick. She yanked her head away, took a deep breath, and on the exhale spoke his name.

Tom smiled and returned to her space, his teeth gliding back and forth along her shoulder blade then stopped at her ear. “What do you want, Mia?”

While he waited for her answer, he focused on her staccato breaths and felt his breath mimic hers when she responded. “Fuck me.”

“Turn around then.”

“No.”

No
? She said no.

The flat of his hand tapped her ass before he could even think about it.
Shit
, he thought as she tensed up.

“No?” he asked, rubbing the spot where he’d spanked her, hoping to soothe her.

“That’s what I said,” she shot back.

He laughed in relief. “Get on those hands and knees then,” Tom said as he stepped away from her and searched for his pants . . . and his wallet. Mia quickly scrambled to do as he said, looking over her shoulder.

Ah ha
, he thought, curbing the desire to pump his fist in the air as he pulled the foil wrapper out of its home.

“You have a condom?”

Glancing up from rolling the rubber down his cock, he nodded. “I’ve had a condom in my wallet since the day after I met you.”

“That’s not expired, is it?” she asked.

As he walked back to the bed, he grinned at her joke. Kneeling down behind her, he gripped her hips. “Give me a little credit. I changed it out on Friday,” he said, nipping a delicious trail up her back.

Her short-lived giggle turned to a groan of pleasure when he placed his lips on the skin of her neck and sucked deeply. Before things got too crazy, he moved her hair from her face and spoke four words that hurt to admit. “I’ve missed you, Mia.”

“I missed you too, Tom.”

The small part of him that doubted that took over. That had wanted her. That had wondered why things had changed between them . . . why it had been so long since they’d seen each other. “Have you?” he asked, roughly pulling her to him, his cock falling into position against her wet pussy.

“I have,” she said, scrambling around to face him, grabbing his face and forcing him to see her. “Tom, how could I not miss you?” she said, kissing his lips. “Let me show you,” she spoke against his mouth.

He moaned loudly when her lips touched his chest, lingering in place for a beautifully long moment before she explored his entire torso. Not one inch was missed. He didn’t resist when she pushed him to the bed. She quickly followed, straddling him, her heat warming his stomach.

“Let me show you,” she repeated, adjusting herself so she was right over him. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly descended upon his cock, her opening adjusting as he filled her.

Dear fucking God
. . . she felt so much better than he remembered.

Gripping her hips, he groaned. “Fuck, Mia.” He couldn’t move. His body was in fucking shock to be inside of her once again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her body accommodated more of him. After a moment, they flitted open and she looked at him curiously.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

A thoughtful smile replaced the tense grimace he’d had and spoke his truth. “One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

Miss Bigtime rolled her eyes then shook her head causing her long waves to partially cover her breasts. Fuck, she looked absolutely stunning.

“God, I wish you could see what I see. The way your hair falls, framing that pretty face of yours. The flush your skin takes on when you’re turned on. The way you let the pleasure envelope you. You don’t hide it. It’s right there on your face. It’s hard to look away from that. It’s always been hard to look away from you,” he said, unable to stopper his truth jar.

“Tom . . .”

“Don’t freak out on me. They’re only words.”

“No. Those are feelings,” she countered.

“You’re right, they are. I have feelings. Like right now, I feel you gripping my cock and I feel like I’m in fucking heaven.”

He didn’t want her uncomfortable and knew he needed to switch topics fast. Though instead of words he’d use his body. With a tilt of his hips, she released a long, shaky breath, her pussy squeezing him hard with that move.

“Did you feel that?”

“Yes,” she groaned. He did it again and she fell forward, bracing herself with her hands on either side of his head.

“How about this?” he asked, intent on continuing this sweet torture.

Capturing her nipple, he sucked on it hard.

“Oh, God, Tom!” she called out as she spasmed around his dick.

“Damn, you can feel that.”

“Move, Tom. Now,” she ordered in response, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was an order he was all too happy to follow. Thrusting his hips up, he pounded into her while she held on for dear life, almost choking him. Digging his fingertips into her ass, he held her in place as he plunged inside of her over and over again.

Wanting to see her face as she came, he paused and flipped them over so she lay beneath him, her hair fanned out, covering the pillows.

Her hips met each and every one of his thrusts. He needed to slow this down just a tad and held her hips steady. In just a few more strokes he had her a moaning mess as an orgasm washed over her.

Shit . . . he hadn’t expected the strength of her release and that pulled him over with her. Tom collapsed on top of her and captured her mouth in a quick kiss.

As much as he wanted to curl up with her, Tom needed to discard the well-used condom. He crawled off her and ran to the bathroom. When he returned, Mia was still in the same position as he’d left her. Tom got into bed and pulled her to him, not wanting to let her go.

Tom

April 30, 2008

“Mia!” Tom called out as he walked into her house. After finishing up at work for the day, the need to see her overpowered him and instead of going home to take care of Foxy, he called his mom and asked her if she could. Then he jumped on his motorcycle and maneuvered through rush hour traffic to Mia’s.

When she didn’t answer, he figured she was probably some place where she couldn’t hear him. Quickly checking her backyard and after not seeing her, he hurried up the back stairs of her three-flat all the way to the rooftop. That’s where he found her sitting in a lounge chair, knees up to her chest, looking south at the city skyline. It was a beautiful sight. The city not his sad girlfriend . . . though even in her sadness she was stunning.

The past weeks had been beyond amazing. Tom had Mia—the one he’d wanted for years. He would’ve loved to have shouted it from the rooftops, but Mia had wanted to keep things quiet. She’d said she feared the paparazzi catching wind of them and didn’t want to pull him into the ugly world of the tabloids.

And as much as he wanted to tell everyone, Tom enjoyed these quiet times with her—just them getting lost in one another. In her body. All the ways he’d learned to make her scream in pleasure. All the ways they’d made each other laugh. But then there were the times when he found her looking so lost, so bleak, it scared him.