I feel myself flush as I look down and see the hard outline of his cock through his pants. Biting my lip, I look up, and his eyes are glued to my thighs.
“Tommy?”
“Hmm…”
“Tommy.” He runs his eyes up my body slowly like he is eye-fucking me and when he is looking at me, all I see is need and lust that must be a reflection of my own. His body is built like a Greek God. I walk up to him and lightly run my fingers over his six pack and up his chest. My hands have a mind of their own as I start to run them through his chest hair. He grabs my hand and kisses my palm.
“Come on Josephine, let’s go watch Bones. If we don’t leave my room right now, I’m going to take you, and that’s not why I brought you here. I just couldn’t stand the thought of us being apart.”
He is going to make me fall in love with him and in this moment, with me looking into his eyes, I can’t bring myself to care.
“I don’t want to be apart either.” Leaning down he kisses me softly before he laces our fingers together and leads us back downstairs into the living room. “Oh my God, look at this TV it’s fucking huge!” I say as I run over to the couch and plop down. “Do you have any snacks?” I ask as I make myself at home turning on the TV with the remotes I find on the coffee table. He raises a brow and folds his arms.
“Are you going to start the show without me if I go get us some?”
“Yep,” I tell him with a huge smile as I push play.
Laughing, he walks into the kitchen and comes back a few minutes later with a tray full of popcorn, gummy bears, drinks, and something that looks like a sweet from Tiff's Treats.
He puts the tray on the coffee table then sits down close to me, putting my legs on his thighs. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, he covers my legs up and then starts rubbing the soles of my feet.
This is heaven, I think to myself, as I push play on the show.
Chapter Five
Thomas
I don’t have the heart to tell her that I have seen every episode of this show a million times. I don’t like Bones, but I find that I would do anything to make her happy.
She is incredibly beautiful, but it’s more than that. I really can’t explain it, even to myself.
After what seems like a million episodes, but was probably only three, I notice out of the corner of my eye, that she is staring at me. I have been steadily rubbing her feet.
Anything to keep touching her. I’ve never been a foot man, I haven’t been into much of anything, but her fucking feet are the cutest. Her little toes are painted the same shade of purple as her fingernails. I am fucked.
“Do you need something?" I ask, turning my head to smirk at her.
“No, no, I am just staring. You have a beautiful face.” She says, flushing.
I quirk an eyebrow. I feel like I will be doing that for the rest of my life with her. Wow. Where did that come from? A quick glance at my watch tells me I’ve only known her for five hours and I am already thinking about the future. Beyond fucked.
“Beautiful?” God, even her blush is sexy as fuck. She playfully kicks at my stomach. I woosh out a breath like she hurt me.
“I meant like rugged and handsome.” She says shrugging.
“Thanks. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She grabs the remote from the coffee table and pauses the tv.
“Yeah, sure. So, what do you do?” She says changing the subject. I will have to swing back around to that later.
“I own the insurance agency in town. It’s pretty nice gig. I get to make my own hours. Which is honestly the best part. Do you like working at Matt’s office?”
“I love it. He is so much nicer than my last boss.” That peaks my interest.
“Where did you work before?” I ask. I have a feeling it was nowhere good.
“A shitty little diner in the Pointed Creek area of Dallas.” I give an involuntary shudder thinking of Pointed Creek. That place is absolutely disgusting. It breaks my heart that she had to go there on a daily basis.