Romancing Tommy Gabrini (15 page)

Until
he hit that sweet spot in just that certain way that caused her to not only
scream, but go over.
 
Her body clenched
into a sensual ball of fire that made her buck her legs in an ecstatic
release.
 

“Scream
my name!” he was ordering her as his dick kept whipping her.
 
“Scream my name!”

And
she did.
 
She screamed his name.
 
“Tommy!” she yelled as he eviscerated her
control.
 
“Tom-mee!”

And
he watched her scream.
  
He watched her
nearly lose consciousness from the intensity of his thrashings.
 
He watched as she slowly but surely forgot
all about her yearnings to be free and became, at that very moment, addicted to
his sex.
 
So many women before her had,
too, and he knew it when he saw it.
  
Which, for Tommy, meant everything.
 
He had satisfied her.

Now
it was his turn.

He
leaned up and moved his dick as deep down into her as she could bear it.
 
She winced as he went further and further,
but she moaned in pleasure when the friction eased.
 
He looked into her tender, golden-brown eyes
and smiled.
 
He’d never seen such soft
sweetness.
 
And that was when he
broke.
 
Her eyes did him in.
 

He
plunged to his deepest point yet inside of her and let it all out.
 
It felt like a tidal wave that rocked him in
such a way that he couldn’t move his dick another inch.
 
Every muscle within his body tightened and
the intensity shook him to his core.
 
He
couldn’t believe the intensity.
 
Even he,
a man who thought he could no longer be surprised by any intense sexual
experience, was surprised by this one.

And
he let it all out.
 
Grace could hear the
slouch of his saturation as he came with a fierce release.
 
He poured and he poured.
 
He tried to scream her name but could only
manage the first few letters.
 
“
Gray
,” he kept saying as he poured.
 
“
Gra-ay
!”
 
His entire body shook as he drained himself
dry.

When
he had poured all he had to pour out, and the intensity finally began to ebb,
he remained poised on top of her.
 
He
could not believe that a night that he frankly thought would be decent, sweet
sex, turned into so much more.
 
Her
friend Nayla had warned him that she was “prudish.” Prudish my ass, Tommy
thought.

He
moved off of her and lay on his back, beside her.
 
Sweat drenched his chest like rain, and his
breathing, though still slightly erratic, was slowly stabilizing.
 
He felt pleased.
 
He felt like a man who had entered a marathon
expecting to barely finish, but who went on to capture the gold.
 

He
looked over at Grace, to see if she felt it too.
 
He could tell that she knew they had made a
connection, but he could also tell that she had no idea just how powerful that
connection had been.
 
In her limited
experience she probably expected a man like him to give her better than she’d
ever had.
 
So she was expecting
extraordinary.
 
But what she didn’t
realize, Tommy thought as he looked at her, was that she had given him a
session that could damn near rival the best he’d ever had.
 
And that fact was so unexpected for him, and
so out of the blue surprising, that he still was at a point of disbelief.

Grace
didn’t know what to make of their session.
 
She knew how remarkable it was for her, but she couldn’t tell at all how
it was for him.
 
He was staring at her,
and he even took his hand and lovingly wrapped a strand of her hair around his
finger, but he looked so serious.
 
He
looked as if he had hoped for the best, but ended up with something far
less.
 
Which upset her.
 
She never promised him that she was some sex
queen.
 
Far from it.
 
Cam once said their sex was “just okay,” and
Nayla was always quick to call her prudish because she seemed as if she wouldn’t
be any fun at all in bed.
 

But
tonight she had been a little flirtatious with Tommy.
 
Mainly because it was her birthday and she
was happy, but also because she was thrilled to have him sharing it with
her.
 
She didn’t mean anything by it.
 
She didn’t mean to suggest to him that her
outgoing personality was going to translate in the bedroom into her becoming
some high flying, high kicking sex diva.
  

But,
from what Grace could see, that was exactly what he was expecting from
her.
 
Why would he have even bothered if
he wasn’t expecting the best from her?
 

Her
fears were confirmed, she felt, when his eyebrows began to knit together as he
rubbed her hair and continued to stare at her.
 
He looked as if he was having some serious contemplation.
 
He looked as if what he’d just experienced
with her was so below the standard he was used to that it had him worried about
her.
 
Which worried her even more.

She
thought they had had a phenomenal session, only to see him look so perplexed
and disconcerted afterwards.
 
But that
was what she got, she felt, for falling in bed with a player of Tommy Gabrini’s
caliber.
 
She felt decidedly out of her
league.

But
then he smiled, which stunned her.
 
“That
was fantastic,” he said to her.

Grace
could hardly believe her ears.
 
She
wanted to jump for joy.
 
But she kept it
together.
 
“I’m glad you approve.”

“
Approve
?” Tommy asked.
 
“Damn straight I approve.
 
It was wonderful, Grace.”
 
He wrapped her hair around his finger again.
 
“
You’re
wonderful.”

Grace
smiled.
 
“Well, thank-you, Mr.
Gabrini.
 
You aren’t bad yourself.”

Tommy
burst into laughter.
 
“Not bad?” he said,
pulling her into his arms.
 
“I’ll show
you not bad.”
 

He
began to tickle her, causing her to laugh uproariously.
 
Then he looked deep into those large eyes of
hers he was beginning to cherish.
 
He
kissed her.
 
Only this time it was a sweet,
tender kiss.
 
Then he stared at her
again, kissed her on the forehead again, and then got out of bed.

Grace
continued to smile but it was all so surreal to her.
 
Whenever she had sex with a man she always
felt queasy afterwards.
 
Not because she
felt as if she’d done something wrong, but because she felt as if she’d done
something odd.
 

She
was feeling that way right now.
 

The
idea that she would allow this big man to remove her clothes, kiss all over
her, and then put his dick in her seemed almost unreal to her.
 
She used to be amazed at women who could do
this casually.
 
And go from man to man
doing it, too.
 
But after meeting a man like
Tommy, and that instant attraction she felt to him, made her understand.

After
going to the bathroom to discard his condom and otherwise clean up, Tommy
returned to the bedroom and began to dress.
 
Grace wasn’t accustomed to the hit and run lifestyle so she was still in
bed, expecting him to return.
 
When she
saw him grab his briefs and put them on, she quickly remembered who she was
dealing with.
 
He was, after all, Mister
Open
Relationship.
 
He wasn’t the type to hang around, and had
made no promise to her that he would.
 
This was a one-night stand for him, pointblank period the end, and she
would be nothing short of a fool if she even thought that it could ever be
more.
 

She
got out of bed.

Tommy
watched her as she walked around the bed and grabbed her bathrobe.
 
Her tight little body still had him
throbbing.
 
He wanted her again.
 
Just that quickly.
 
He wanted to be inside of her again.
 

But
he kept on dressing.
 
The fact that he
wanted to stay so badly was the very reason that he knew he had to leave.
 
This night of sex might not have been the
absolute best he’d ever had in his entire life, but it was definitely the most
intense he’d ever had.
 
It had been so
unexpectedly emotional that it still shook him. That was why he had to
leave.
 
He saw the potential in Grace as
his life partner.
 
He probably saw it the
moment he first met her.
 
But that didn’t
mean he was ready to commit his life to her.
 
That didn’t mean he was ready to give up his entire lifestyle for
her.
 
The idea of family life, of having
that wife and kids, was a beautiful thing.
 
But the reality of that life, and what he would actually have to give up
to have that life, and how much of himself he would have to expose, was another
thing altogether.
 
And that reality made
him double down.
 
He grabbed his belt,
slipped it on and buckled it, and then grabbed his jacket without bothering to
put it on.
 

Grace
noticed his seeming sense of urgency, but she didn’t question it.
 
She wanted a man on the night of her
thirtieth birthday, and she got one.
 
She
couldn’t possibly be offended if he was only willing to give her what she
wanted.
 
And not an ounce more.

“Got
everything?” she asked when he flipped his jacket over his shoulder, his messy
hair and five o clock shadow making him look like a rugged model on a magazine
cover for outdoorsmen.

“I
think I do,” he said, glancing around her small bedroom.

“Good,”
she said, staring at him.
 
He looked so
adorable that she gave him an innocent hug.
 
He returned her affection, touched by the gesture.
 

“Take
care of yourself,” she said when they ended their embrace.
 
And it sounded so final to Tommy.
 
She sounded like all of those other women in
his life whenever he got out of their beds.
 
Take care of yourself
, was one
of the most overused lines.
 
Because they
knew it could be some time before they ever came back together.
 
If they ever did.
 
And, for some reason, with Grace, he was
disturbed by the thought.

“You
take care, too, Grace,” he said.

Grace
smiled.
 
“I was born taking care,” she
said as she began walking toward the front door.
 
Tommy grinned as he followed her.
 
As he watched the outline of her naked ass
through that robe she wore.
 
She had
spunk, and he liked that.

But
spunky was the last thing that Grace was feeling.
 
Because she was reeling, too.
 
She didn’t know what to think or how to
feel.
 
She’d never had such an emotional
sexual encounter in her life.
 
How was
she supposed to feel?
  
Cam’s sex was
usually good, and the other boyfriends she’d had in the past weren’t what she’d
call bad, either.
 
But comparing her
experience with Tommy to them would be like comparing a porterhouse steak to
potted meat.

“You
have to be patient with that elevator,” she warned him when they arrived at her
front door.
 
“It sometimes takes a while
to come up even after you press that button repeatedly.
 
I’m talking two-three minutes sometimes.”

“I’ll
take the stairs if it takes that long.”

Grace
nodded.
 
“Good plan,” she said.
 
“I had to do that myself a time or two.”

The
idea of her running up dark, dingy stairs alarmed him.
 
“Not at night I hope.”

“A
couple times at night, sure.”

“That’s
not a good idea, Grace.
 
You don’t know what
pervert could be waiting in that stairwell.”

“I
only did it a couple times.”