He lifted his head, his other hand came up so both were framing my face and he looked into my eyes when he whispered, “What scares you?”
What scared me? My God, he was insane.
“All of it,” I told him.
“Break it down,” he demanded.
“Shit isn’t good in the Club?”
“No, shit is not good in the Club.”
He didn’t elaborate, just confirmed so I went on. “Outside the Club?”
“Same outside the Club.”
Confirmation not elaboration and clearly I would get none of the last.
So, I whispered, “You could get the not breathing variety of dead?”
“Yep.”
“Ohmigod.” I was still whispering.
“Baby –”
“What’s going on?”
“It’s better you don’t know.”
I was willing to go with that.
“Okay, then, can I just say that I’m not all fired up to live in your world if that’s one of the problems you face.”
At that, for some insane reason, Tack grinned. Then he said, “See I got more explaining to do.”
Oh boy.
Before I could stop him (not that I could stop him), he went on, “Now, baby, you coulda taken your job with Ride and kept your shit separate. You didn’t. You came and partied with the Club. Then you took my hand and partied with me. That means I get to claim you and I have. There’s no out once you’re in and, Tyra, darlin’, you’re in.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s the way of the world.”
“No it isn’t.”
“All right, babe, I’ll amend that. That’s the way of my world.”
“Okay, Tack, but that’s ridiculous!” My voice was rising and I declared, “I want out.”
“You don’t want out.”
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
“Trust me, I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I so totally do.”
“You want me to prove you don’t?”
Uh-oh.
“No,” I answered quickly as his hands tilted my head one way, his head slanted the other, his eyes dropped to my mouth and his face got closer.
“Too late,” he muttered against my lips. I pressed them together. He changed tactics at the last minute, his tongue slid along my lips and my eyes drifted closed as my hands pressed against his shoulders. “Open your mouth for me, baby,” he whispered against my lips.
I shook my head.
“I wanna taste you, open for me, darlin’.” He was still whispering.
I shook my head again.
His thumb moved across my cheek, sweeping across my lips again, his tongue following and all that felt way, way, way too nice.
“Open for me,” he urged gently.
I shook my head again at the same time pressing it back into the pillows.
His hand left my head and moved down my neck, my chest, as I felt his hips grind into mine.
Mm, that felt way, way, way too nice too.
Damn.
“Open,” he ordered.
I squeezed my eyes tight.
His hand kept moving down.
“Open, baby.”
I pressed my lips tight.
His fingers found the hem of my camisole, dipped under then the warmth of his hand was moving up my skin.
I squirmed under him.
“Open.”
I turned my face away from his and his hand cupped my breast.
“Open,” he whispered against the sensitive skin of my neck.
“No,” I whispered to the pillow.
His hand at my head moved to curve around my jaw, he pulled my face to his again just as his fingers curled into my bra and yanked the cup down, scraping the nipple, making it go hard. I sucked in breath as my body instinctively melted under his, the inside of my thighs pressing into the sides of his hips then his thumb swept across my tightened nipple, my lips parted and I gasped.
“There it is,” he muttered, then his lips crushed mine and his tongue slid into my mouth.
God, he tasted good. I forgot how good. So good, he tasted great.
My thighs tightened against his hips, his finger met his thumb at my nipple and rolled. I felt a rush of heat between my legs. The rush was so strong I moaned into his mouth and arched into his hand as my tongue tangled with his and my arms slid to lock around his shoulders.
“Dad! Tyra!” Tabby shouted. “Someone’s at the door!”
Tack’s fingers stopped rolling, his hand curled warm around my breast and his mouth broke from mine to growl, “No fuckin’ way.”
“Should I answer it?” Tabby called, sounding closer.
“Ye…” my voice broke, I cleared my throat and shouted, “Yeah, honey, go ahead. I’ll be right out.”
“Fuck,” Tack clipped and I opened my eyes to see his were drilling into mine. “We’re not done,” he announced.