It turns Tomas into an animal. His mouth slides away from mouth to my jaw, my throat, my ear. But when he finds the spot where my shoulder curves into my neck, licks, then bites softly, I almost come, standing up, fully clothed. I curl my leg around his hip and hold him tight against me.
If his kiss was good, hearing the nickname he gave me is downright orgasmic. I can’t talk because his mouth is back on mine, and I’m too blissful to doubt or speak or do more than kiss and be kissed.
But once again, my mind flashes and I’m eighteen again, thinking I’m heading off to college in a couple months with the man of my dreams, but he was a boy then. One who left me. Alone. Desperate. Sad. Confused.
Bingo. That’s a reason to stop.
I push Tommy away again. “This was a bad idea. We can’t.”
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