They ate in silence then tidied up together. Alex sat on the sofa and Tara curled up beside him, tucking her head against his chest.
“I really am sorry I jumped down your throat before,” he said. “My ex-wife used to turn up at all hours of the night and would refuse to tell me where she’d been.”
Tara tried to sit up so she could see his face, but he held her against him. She figured he didn’t want any sympathy so she relaxed back against him.
“I was having a few drinks with Tilly,” she explained as he ran his fingers up and down her arm.
She inhaled the scent of him, her body growing warm and heavy with his closeness.
“Where did you go for drinks?”
She told him the name of the bar.
“How did you get home?” The question was casual, but Tara stiffened. Damn it, she’d forgotten his rule about taking public transportation at night. Well, not forgotten it exactly. Just discarded it, thinking he’d never find out.
“Umm,” she procrastinated, knowing she’d soon be in trouble.
He slipped his hand under her t-shirt, running it up her bare thigh and stomach to cup one breast. He pinched her nipple firmly. Tara let out a shaky sigh.
“Part your legs.”
She moved her thighs apart as he continued to toy with her nipple, making her insides light up like a sparkler.
Alex moved his hand to her other breast, pinching and tugging at the nipple. Tara dropped her head back, closing her eyes.
“It must have been dark when you left. How did you get home from the bar, Tara? Because the first thing I did when I got here and saw you were gone was call my car service. They had no record of you calling them.”
Oh God, she was in such trouble. And at the moment she didn’t even care. She just wanted him to keep touching her. He moved his hand down between her legs.
“Stay very still,” he whispered.
A small shiver ran over her, causing her to inhale sharply as he ran his fingers through her slick folds, gathering up moisture. He tapped her clit lightly, fast then slow.
“Tara?” he whispered in her ear.
She wiggled slightly, hissing as he slapped her thigh. “No moving.”
“I can’t help it,” she cried.
“You can.”
Huh, easy for him to say.
“I’m waiting for an answer.”
There was no hint of impatience in his tone. He just calmly continued to play with her pussy. He moved his fingers away from her clit and she whimpered a protest.
“Scoot forward then lean back against the sofa. That’s it, tilt your hips up. Now hands behind your head. Good girl.”
Her head spun at the rush of pleasure she felt. Alex pushed two fingers deep inside her, using his thumb to toy with her clit.
“Ohh,” she cried, trying desperately hard to remain still. Her pussy clenched down on his fingers. She was so close to coming.
“Don’t come without permission,” he warned her.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a sadistic bastard?”
Alex chuckled. “Tell me and I’ll let you come.”