Team Tomás (The Saints Team #2) (7 page)

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” I sighed,
admiring it. “I love it, but I can’t accept it,” I slipped it back into the
black velvet pouch. “It was good of you to think of me.”

Tomás frowned, a look of confusion
on his face.

“Why can’t you accept it,
Al...iss? It’s for you.”

“I know, but why?” I slipped it
back into his jacket pocket.

He shrugged. “I thought you would
like it. Don’t girls always like jewelry?”

I turned so I could see his face.
“I like you, Tomás. I don’t want anything from you,” I said, and studied him.

He looked bewildered. His eyes
narrowed. “Oh, I understand, you think it means something? It doesn’t have to
mean anything, it’s just a gift.” He shrugged.

I realized where he was going now;
he assumed I was scared that I would have to ‘put out’ in return. Wow, this guy
really traded in favors.

I shook my head. “No. What I think
is that you don’t realize that not everyone wants something from you.”

He laughed. “Yes, they do.
Everyone.” He had the good grace to look a little sheepish then, and pulled me
against him so I wasn’t studying his face anymore. He looked back out to sea,
his cheek pressed against mine.

“No, Tomás,” I said, softly. “I’m
just happy to be in your company. I don’t want or need a single thing from
you.”

I felt him swallow and he didn’t
say anything, processing it all. I imagined he would run that through his mind
a few times in the future. I suspected he was so used to family and lovers all
needing him or expecting something from him that he didn’t know how to just give
himself. Maybe he thought that wasn’t good enough? I wonder if he knew how to
ask for what he wanted in a relationship or how to receive. We sat in silence listening
to the waves crashing. A breeze picked up across the ocean and I realized he
might be cold while I sat wrapped in his jacket.

“Are you cold? Do you want your
jacket back?” I asked.

“I’m not cold,” he said. He continued
to press his cheek against mine. “Tell me, Al... iss, where is your mother? She
was not there tonight to meet me.”

“No.” I swallowed and was pleased
I didn’t have to look at Tomás. “Cancer took her when I was fourteen—seven years
and two months ago.”

“It is still very raw?” he asked.

“No, not raw anymore, but I miss
her every day. They say it gets easier, but it doesn’t, it just gets different.
Does that make sense?”

“Yes. I understand,” he said,
tightening his hold on me.

I told him about how Dad, Ryan and
I all had a role to play but I was never burdened by it the way he was; we just
all did our bit to contribute. Financially Mom’s insurance meant we never
struggled.

 “Can I ask you another question?”
I said.

“I thought you were doing events,
not journalism,” he said, with a smile.

“Yeah, I might have missed my
calling,” I said.

“Ask away,” he invited me.

I took a deep breath.

He prodded me. “Hurry up and ask
because I have to kiss you and once I start, I can’t stop for question time.”

I laughed. My heart was telling me
to forget the question and go straight to the kissing, but I asked anyway.

“You know when I slept in your bed
and you didn’t go all the way with me...” I began.

“Oh, I know it well,” he said.
Like a trigger reaction, I felt his erection pressing into the back of me. My
own breathing increased... I kept going. “Did you not do it with me because you
thought I would be...” I tried to find the right words, “...not good because
I’m inexperienced or... you thought if we did it, you’d have some sort of
responsibility to me after?” There, I had put it out there. I felt my stomach
drop as he hesitated to answer.

I guess I was hoping he would say that
wasn’t the case and he would say it really quickly to assure me, but he didn’t.

“I’ll tell you when I take you
home,” he said. “And I am going to take you home tonight Al...iss, but I am not
going to take your virginity.”

“Okay,” I said, slowly. “Why?”

“Because the first time I did it,
it was awful, she was such a bitch. I don’t want that for you and that’s partly
the reason why I pulled away,” he confessed.

I didn’t say anything, I wanted
him to keep talking, keep sharing what ‘partly’ meant and his reasons for not
contacting me for over a week since that night I slept in his bed.

Tomás continued. “I wasn’t sure if
I wanted something regular. Okay, that’s not quite right. I was sure I didn’t
want a regular girlfriend.”

I felt my heart drop; I think it
fell into my stomach. I didn’t speak as I tried to work out what to do with
this information.

“But I couldn’t shake you.” His
voice cut through my overactive mind. “You kept coming into my head. So, here
we are. Are you prepared to continue the great date knowing what you know?”

I breathed out. “I’m prepared to
take that ride,” I said, leaning my head back further onto his shoulder, cheek
to cheek. I heard him laugh a little and my heart felt lighter again.

Chapter 14

I can’t remember the trip to Tomás’s house; he drove
and my stomach fluttered the whole way. I was running through scenes in my
head—so, we’re going to his place but he’s not taking my virginity... hmm? What
will we be doing? Maybe it will be like a Finn ambush and he won’t be able to
hold back when we get there. When exactly is he planning on taking
it
? I
was thinking way too much. He spun the car into the driveway and I noticed
Valentina’s level of the house was in darkness.

“We have the house to ourselves.
Tina is away for a few nights,” Tomás said, and turned off the car engine. “Are
you sure you want to be here, Al...iss?”

I turned to face him. “Tomás,
there is nowhere else on the entire planet that I want to be right at this
moment,” I said, looking into his eyes and holding his gaze.

A slow smile spread across his
face. “Ah
bella
, you are something.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Let’s
go inside.”

I opened my car door and before I
was out of the car, Tomás had come around to close it and had taken my hand. He
opened the house door at entrance level, flicked on a few lights and led me the
way we came last time, although my memory was a bit blurry.

“I would offer you a coffee, but that
would waste time and I want to explore you,” he said, and continued to lead me
past the kitchen and living area to his bedroom.

“No coffee,” I agreed. I started
feeling terrified and excited and, aagghh, well lubricated. Did I just go there?
But it was so true, I was overheating and moist for Tomás. I wanted him but I
didn’t want to be one of his wham bam girls. Why now? Why not the other night?
Maybe because I was more sober he felt better about it. Stop thinking now, I
ordered myself.

We entered his room and he slipped
his jacket off and placed it over the back of a chair—so sexy in a white T-shirt
and suit pants. I stood, feeling like a spare lamp.

“Can I use the bathroom?” I asked.

“Of course, Cookie. Next door to
your right,” Tomás said turning on a small lamp which gave the room a soft
glow.

I nodded and retreated to the
bathroom. Thanks to Mia, I had a handy pack of supplies in my purse, all
miniatures. I did a quick wipe down below... I was so wet, so very wet. I
dabbed just a little perfume on and did a quick brush of my teeth. Nose
powdered, dress straightened, underwear on correctly—all systems go.

I returned to the room but now Tomás
was missing. I put my bag down and wandered around taking in his room—again.
For a man who can dress himself so well, his taste in bedroom furnishings was
surprisingly ordinary. The stripes and patterns, miss-matching sheets and quilt
covers—it surprised me that Valentina hadn’t offered to decorate his abode for him.
On the bright side, the bed was huge, king size with a big four-poster bed frame
around it. I wasn’t going to go there but you know where I’m going.

I turned on hearing a noise and
found Tomás watching me. He was leaning up against the door like a model in a
fashion magazine.

“Okay?” he asked, with a mixture
of smile and frown.

“Very okay,” I assured him.

He look relieved and moved towards
me. Tomás lowered his head and kissed me, placing his other hand on my throat.
I had a rush of passion and fear; how easy it would be for a man of his size
and strength to take my life, but he moved his hand down my neck onto my chest
and to the line of my bra. I stopped breathing.

Tomás stepped me back onto the bed
and laid me across it. I watched as he slipped my shoes off and just as quickly
removed his belt, lowering himself onto me. I ran my hands along his arms,
feeling my insides flutter with the feel of him, the definition of his muscles
and how his body reacted to my touch. I felt his erection swell and harden
against me as he pressed it into the fabric of my dress. He was so relaxed; he
knew all the moves while I was extremely unchoreographed in the bedroom—I’d get
better with practice.

Tomás knelt up, pulled his T-shirt
over his head and lowered himself on to his side, returning his arm to around my
waist. His chest was beautiful; so well defined, and with golden skin. I ran my
nails lightly down his back and he moaned, leaning into my mouth to kiss me.
His tongue flicked between my lips. God, I wanted him to touch me so badly that
my body ached for him. I was so wired that I was sure that I was going to lose
it completely the moment he touched my naked skin. If he wasn’t planning on
taking my virginity, he was definitely going to take me to orgasm in a
heartbeat.

“Al...iss,” he said.

“Yes,” I answered in a lusty haze.

“I promised I would answer your
question and I’ve only answered it partly,” Tomás said, continuing to kiss me
as he spoke. Seriously, how does he expect me to concentrate on the words
coming out of his mouth when he’s flooding me below with every kiss and he’s
lying next to me, his hand in my hair and on my chest? He was the only man I’d
ever been with so far that I wanted to be with in every sense. Still he was
talking...

“I could have easily have taken
you last time you came here,” he said, and then his hand started up my dress. I
think I stopped breathing.

“And, I would very much like to
take you now,” he said. His thumb traced the inside of my thigh. I gasped and
he stole the only air I had left to breathe, covering my mouth with his lips.
He pulled away only slightly.

“I don’t feel responsible to you
if you came here of your own desire and you did, but...”

I waited patiently, barely able to
hear his words as his thumb moved away from my thigh and his fingers touched
the fabric of my panties.

I moaned softly, and he stopped.

“Tomás... please, touch me,” I
begged him.

He gave me the hint of a smile and
moved his hand out from under my dress.

“No, where are you going?” I
wailed and he chuckled.

“You are so cute, Al... iss.” He
reached to the tie at the front of my wrap-around dress and released it.

“Ah, that’s what you were going,”
I said, and smiled at him. He didn’t open my dress, just left the tie undone
and looked at me.

“Please, just listen to me for one
moment.” He rolled his eyes.

“What?” I asked, leaning up on
both elbows.

“You girls always want to talk and
now I’m talking you don’t want me to,” he said.

I smiled. “I got distracted by
that other stuff you’re doing.”

“Making love to you stuff?” he
teased, his brown eyes laughing at me.

“Yes, that stuff. Please, finish.”

“Which one?”

“Both. The words and the actions,”
I said, a little more insistently, while placing my hands on his bare chest. “I
heard what you said and I’m pleased you don’t feel responsible for me.”

“Well when you say it like that it
doesn’t sound right,” he frowned. “I feel responsible for getting you home
safely but I’m saying you are a grown-up, as am I, and you choose who you want
to lose your virginity to, without that guy having to marry you or commit to
you.” He shrugged. “But that is not quite how I wanted to say it.”

I touched his cheek with my hand,
keeping my other free to roam his arms. I agreed with the marry sentiment, but
I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of no commitment. Regardless, I wasn’t going to
ask for the definition right here and now for fuck’s sake, I thought, let’s
move on.

“I get it,” I assured him. “I’ve
had to grow up a bit fast too and I’m not looking for a guy to step in and save
me. I just want...” I stopped—I really didn’t want to get into relationship
talk on the first official date. “I just want you to touch me.”

“I can do that,” he agreed. “What
I want to say,
bella
, is that you are very different from the girls I
have been seeing. They are like me, just in it for some fun. I do want to take
your virginity, but I want it to be special for you. I want you to be romanced
and no matter what happens for the rest of your days, you will look back on
that experience and feel it was special, as you are. Yes?” he said.

Tears welled in my eyes and I
didn’t risk speaking. I nodded. He leaned in and kissed me again. I quickly
blinked away the tears. When he stopped kissing me, I opened my eyes and he was
looking at me again. He brushed under my eye and removed a tear, putting the
wet finger on his lip. That act of kissing my tears was so sensual.

“So I will seduce you and then
take your virginity when we are ready. Tonight, only my hands will have the
pleasure,” he said.

Thank God I was lying down because
I’m sure I would have melted to the floor and needed mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation. Now, he undid the flaps of my dress and, pulling me up off my
elbows, he slipped it off me. He rose, placed it on a chair and took off his
suit pants at the same time. I fell back in shock.

“What?” his eyes widened.

“It’s enormous; it’s never going
to fit!” I exclaimed, teasing him. What a body, OMG. Slender hips, defined six
pack, strong arms, tall and lean and... hard.

Tomás laughed. “It will fit;
didn’t you get that birds and bee talk? You expand and your lips below swallow
it whole inside you,” he said, and grinned. He lay back down beside me and
admired my underwear.

“No,” I looked at his enormous
erection pressing against the white fitted boxer-briefs he wore. “I’m sure that
won’t fit inside me. I’m very tight, you know?” I continued to tempt him. “No
one else has been in there before.”

Tomás dropped his head to my chest
and groaned.

“Al... iss, if you keep talking
like that one of two things is going to happen.”

“What?” I teased, keen to make him
say it.

He looked up at me and said
quickly, “I’m going to blow my load or I won’t be able to let you leave here
tonight as a virgin.” He covered my mouth with his hand before I could respond
and then his lips began to trace my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps.

Surfacing for air, he smiled,
removed his hand and shook his head at me. “Beautiful, Cookie,” he said, and
ran his hand down over my bra and satin pants, taking my breath away.

 He moved his thumb under my bra
and electricity ran from my nipple to my clit and everywhere in between. Tomás
slowly pulled the straps down off my shoulders, and then reaching behind,
unclasped my bra and removed it. I tried not to gasp, but this was it, I was
half-naked in front of him and so self-conscious.

He made a satisfied sound like a
low growl, and began to suck on my nipple. My back arched and I exhaled
sharply. Holy fuck that was good. Why hadn’t I been getting nipple sucks
before? I’d wasted so much time. I thought that was the ultimate until his
teeth grazed me and sent a new wave of glorious shock waves through my body.
With a free hand he began to trace along my vagina lips through the fabric of
my panties. I could feel his erection enormous and urgent pressing into me. I
grazed my fingers up the fabric of his briefs along the length of him and Tomás
breathed in sharply, as his body shuddered.

He put a finger into my panties
and began to slide them down over my hips. My breath was catching; the world
didn’t exist in this moment, just Tomás and me alone on his bed. He moved his
lips to my mouth and his finger slowly teased its way up the inside of my lower
lips, feathering lightly before returning and dipping further into my wetness.

“Tomás,” I moaned.

“Al...iss, it’s okay,” he assured
me. He must have thought my reaction was nerves but it was just the opposite. I
wanted him to continue, to take me now. I wanted all of him, inside me, over
me, under, around, just bring it home.

His repositioned, keeping one hand
between my legs and reaching with the other hand to my nipple; he began to
gently squeeze and tug. All the time, his tongue explored my mouth as his fingers
opened me and found my clit. I bucked and froze.

“Al…iss, relax your body a little,
you can trust me,” he said.

His finger dipped in my wetness
again, returning to the most sensitive tip and gently began to make circles. Electricity
and emotions coursed through me while Tomás played my body.

I suppressed a cry, gasping, as my
back arched and still Tomás wouldn’t release me. He kept up the motion, slowing
it down, and his touch becoming gentler. I begged him to stop and he edged off,
holding me and gently kissing me.

“It’s okay, just let yourself go,”
he said.

I tried. I was frightened to be
uninhibited, to release my feelings and cry out in orgasm. Was it normal?

He began to increase the pace and I
groaned with pleasure and embarrassment. I had never lost control like this,
ever.

“Good, relax my Al…iss, it’s okay,
trust your reactions,” he whispered and then I relaxed and trusted him. I let
his fingers bring me to screaming point and I arched and cried out his name. It
seemed to go on for ages—a heated ride of extreme pleasure like nothing I had
ever experienced or could describe and all by his hand. He worked me until I
pushed his hand away as it became agony. Tomás moved up to press me against
him. I couldn’t even see him for the lust haze in my eyes.

“That was... orgasmic,” I
whispered.

“It was,” Tomás agreed.

“Tomás...”

“Yes Al...iss?”

“You’re so good,” I said, still
feeling dreamy.

He laughed. “Cookie, that is only
our first play with hands. Next time my tongue wants to take you, then after
that I want to enter you and then we will try all different positions and
places and we will try some very bad stuff.”

“You are the master,” I said. “I
am your very willing student.” My heart rejoiced at the future dates lined up
in the ‘classroom’ with Tomás.

“I’ll have fun teaching you,” he
teased, flashing me a sexy smile.

I moved my hand down to his
boxer-briefs; I couldn’t believe his penis hadn’t burst out of the fabric it
was so hard and tight in there.