There was barely a breath between us, and I could tell everything in him ached to close it. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t give in. I let him sway in the space, begging me with every inch of him to come closer. I didn’t relent. But finally, finally, he did. Without a single word, Tommy sank to his knees.

Why would he do that?

And god, why the fuck did that make everything in me feel greedy and grabby? It shrunk him down to my size — smaller, even. Made me feel stronger than I was when I walked through the door. His hands slid under my dress, bunching the heavy beaded fabric to cup my ass, as he burrowed his face into the place just beneath my breasts. I sifted my fingers through the soft curls on the crown of his head. He sighed and trembled against me.

“You can use me,” he said, his voice muffled against the fabric of my dress.

I knew exactly what he was suggesting, and it scared me shitless. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but cradle his head against my breasts as I struggled to understand the feelings his words had evoked.

“Use me, Darcy.” He looked up at me, dark brown eyes framed in wispy, black lashes. “Don’t be afraid of it. I’m not.”

My toes curled in my heels, anxiously gripping for purchase because this wonky, woozy feeling was surely some sort of seismic activity shifting the floor under my feet. It couldn’t be my heart pounding so violently that it made my whole body quake. He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands gripping tighter on the back of my thighs.

“Please, Darcy.”

I took a deep breath and slid my hands down to his shoulders. “Take off my panties.” He pushed my heavy beaded dress higher, eager fingers tugging at the waistband of the scrap of lace covering my pussy. “Slowly!” I hissed.

And damn if he didn’t do it just right.

He dragged my panties down a millimeter at a time, fingertips igniting every nerve ending from my pussy to the backs of my knees. When they were crumpled around my ankles, he took the time to remove each of my shoes. Without being asked, he traced the space between my toes with his tongue. My pussy pulsed tightly like I was on the brink of orgasm.

He smiled up at me before sucking a toe between his kiss-swollen lips. Yup. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing.

I put my foot in the middle of his chest and pushed him backward. He didn’t even try to check his fall, just hit the hardwood floor with a thud. He stared up at me, eyes gone glassy and hooded with want. One hand slid down the length of his torso to fit around his dick.