Tall, Dark and Handsome

Chapter 19

"Wake up, Amelia." The gentleness of his voice drifted seamlessly into my dream, stirring me back into consciousness. I groaned at the piercing bright light that managed to seep past the dark curtains that hung on his wall, blinding me as I opened up my crusty eyes to see him looking down at me, his famous smirk in place. He was kneeling down on the floor beside the bed, his fingers lacing through my hand, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. "Good morning." He almost purred.

"Morning." I yawned, clapping my mouth shut as soon as I greeted him. I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. If he had a whiff of my breath, I knew whatever we had together would go into the dumps. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, I yanked the thick duvet up to cover my naked face, knowing fully well that the bags underneath my eyes were enough to scare any man away. He must have realized something was wrong because his eyebrows furrowed together, confused at my action.

"I'm only giving you two more minutes before I drag your cute butt into the shower." Tom pursed his lips, letting what just happened to be forgotten. He kissed me on the forehead before he got off the floor. When he finally dropped his leering gaze, I sighed in relief and scrubbed my face with my hands, moaning as my muscles protested against any movement. I had work. I have to get up. But I don't want too. I want to sleep forever and just forget about answering calls, replying to emails, and being emotionally tormented by an insanely hot boss who can make me beg for him in a matter of seconds.

The first thing I felt was the sharp cool air envelop my exposed limbs and then two very strong arms encircle my waist, hauling me off the bed and throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes. I must have fallen back to sleep sometime between thinking about how tired I was to how deliciously good he smelt after a shower.

"Let me down!" I giggled, wiggling in his arms. Tom slapped my butt in response.

"I said two more minutes." He said in a serious tone but even I could tell a smile was in place on his face if I could see him right now.

"I'm tired!" I complained, still laughing. My cheeks began to ache and burn. Finally reaching his private suite washroom, he let me down onto the floor in front of him, allowing my body to slowly graze over his hard chest muscles and abs. Keeping his blue-green eyes trained on me, he took my chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting my head up till I couldn't look anywhere but at him.

"I'm tired too, Miss. Hart." Tom spoke quietly, awakening the butterflies inside my stomach to flutter about. "But I don't like wasting my day and I certainly don't like to waste my day when I have you to myself in my house."

I gulped, taken aback but the intensity of his gaze and by his tantalizing promise of something more. "What do you propose us to do?" I asked bravely.

"Strip." He answered simply, hands already trailing down my shoulders, to the sides of my hips, stopping at the hem of his t-shirt he loaned me after we took the hottest baths I had ever had the pleasure of taken. Just the thought of the powerful orgasm from the mere touch of his skilful hands left me aching with need as I stood in front of him. Slowly but surely, he raised my t-shirt up, pulling it over my head, exposing my naked breasts to him. I squeezed my legs together in hopes of stopping the yearning inside me from coming through to surface. I stood there completely naked.

Tom surveyed me entirely, running his eyes shamelessly from the top of my head, taking his time with my perky breasts, down to my wet mound, and then running them back up when he reached my toes. I squirmed uncomfortably, not enjoying the least of it.

"You're beautiful..." He murmured, kissing me on the forehead, both my cheeks, continuing alongside my neck. Feeling braver than I ever felt before, I yanked the soft cotton t-shirt he had on and threw it to the pile of my discarded clothes. Tom only softly chuckled at my eagerness as he helped me yank down his sweatpants, freeing his proud erection. Looking up from his bare chest that was sprinkled with a few freckles, I met his eyes and then ever so slowly, I drifted my gaze down towards his cock, silently asking for permission. When I heard his sharp intake of breath, I smirked and got down onto my knees, ignoring the hardness of the tiled floors. Licking the tip, I moaned at the salty taste of his precum on my tongue. Not nearly tasting enough him, I took him in my mouth, feeling the hotness of his smooth flesh, swirling my tongue around the head, drawing him deeper into my mouth. I felt his fingers lace through my hair, gripping tightly onto the back of my head as I continued to take him in mouth, not wanting to slow down. The sound of his choked grunts coming from above me encouraged me further as I tasted more of his cum inside my mouth. He tasted better than I thought he would ever taste.