29. Tammy

CHAPTER 29

TAMMY

Baxter's strong hands grab my hips, cupping them tightly before pulling me close. His fingers glide around my back, splaying at the base of my spine, before traveling up to cup the back of my head. He tips his head, deepening the kiss like this is nothing new. Like kissing me is old and familiar and what he was born to do.

I give in to every sweep of his tongue, my nipples hardening against his chest. I want to tear my clothes off, just so I can feel his flesh skim across mine.

My breath is ragged as I pull away from him, quickly yanking off my sweater and nightgown. I'm now standing in nothing but my cotton panties, the warm kitchen lights casting an amber glow across my exposed skin.

Baxter gapes at my boobs, his eyes transfixed. I brush my fingers over the hardened nipples, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip before whispering, "Do you want to touch me?"

He nods, a breath punching out of him. The pads of his fingers skim my waist, his knuckle curling around my belly button as he inches his way north. His touch is so soft it tickles, and I can't help a quiet titter.

He immediately stops, jerking away from me.

"What?" I snatch his wrist before he can disappear on me. "It's okay, Bax. It's gonna be okay?"

"What if I come early?"

The poor guy looks terrified.

I shrug and smile. "So what if you do? We've got all night." I can feel my dimples forming as I reassure him. "I'm not scared anymore. I'm not going anywhere. I want this. With you."

He swallows, still looking nervous, but he's not straining against my hold on him anymore.

"I want us to do this. I'm all in." The tip of my tongue skims across my bottom lip. "Are you?"

His sigh is deep and long, a relieved breath rushing out of him as he steps back into my space, wrapping his arm around my waist and lifting me off the floor. My legs automatically curl around his hips as he carries me to the counter and perches me on it again. His hungry lips devour my neck before inching down to the tops of my breasts.

I tip my head back, letting out a soft moan as he trails his fingers up my back. I'm desperate for him to suck my nipples, to take me into his mouth. My body is burning for it, but he's still busy peppering kisses across the tops of my boobs, like he's too scared to take things deeper.

"Bax," I whisper.

He jerks up, out of breath, and pants against my cheek. "I'm not really sure what I'm doing." Leaning back, he cups my face and gives me a pained frown. "I don't know what you want. I don't know how to make you feel good."

Aw, his face right now.

My heart cracks wide open for this man. This sweet, kind man who wants to kiss me just right. Who's terrified of messing this up.

Skimming my fingers down his chest, I brush my thumb over his nipple and smile when an idea hits me.

"Wanna play a game?"

"A game?" He frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Let's play…" I skim my tongue across my top lip. "Let's play Tammy Says."

His confusion morphs into a crooked smile, the right side of his mouth edging up. "Tammy Says?"

"Yeah." I scrape my teeth across my bottom lip. "Tammy says… kiss my lips."

He does as he's told, swiping his tongue deep into my mouth. He seems confident with this and holds my face, claiming my mouth like I'm his alone. His warm, hot presence makes me groan, and I suck the tip of his tongue before finally releasing him.

"Tammy says… lick my neck."

Nibbling his way from my mouth down to my chin, he then tips my head back and turns my neck into a popsicle stick, his delicious tongue stroking me until the fire in my belly is building to an inferno.

With a soft laugh, I murmur, "Stop."

He pulls back, but I catch the back of his head before he can move too far.

My giggle is throaty as I whisper in his ear. "Tammy didn't say. You forget how to play this game, BB?"

With a soft growl, he launches back at my neck, flattening his tongue against my smooth skin and leaving a trail of himself from my collarbone to my ear.

"Tammy says… suck my nipple."

"Which one?" he murmurs against my skin, working his way down my body.

"I don't care. They both want you." My voice is wispy, heat pulsing through me like a heady cocktail.

He smiles against my skin, then starts on the right, sucking my hardened nipple between his lips. It feels so freaking good that I can't help crying out, fisting a handful of his hair and thrusting my chest toward him.

He massages the other breast, brushing his thumb over the nipple, like he's reassuring her that he'll be there in a minute.

I groan when he swirls the tip of his tongue around the areola before moving to the left side of my body. He takes great care with that breast, too, drawing lusty cries out of me, sending liquid fire down between my legs.

"Tammy says take my panties off."

His breath hitches, then whooshes back over my skin before he leans away with a hesitant smile.

"Tammy says now , Baxter."

His eyes dart to my legs, spread on either side of his body. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, his touch feather soft as he lightly trails his fingertips from my knees to the waistband of my underwear.

"Tammy says hurry," I squeak.

His fingers hook into my underwear, tugging the fabric down. I lift my butt off the counter, helping him out, then raise my legs. He pulls them off, his eyes drinking me in with this fascinated awe that makes my heart swell.

As soon as my panties hit the floor, he spreads my legs and stares down at the mound of black curls covering my pussy. He brushes his hand lightly over them, his chest heaving like this is the most exciting thing he's ever done in his life.

"Tammy says touch my pussy," I rasp. It's hard to speak over my thundering heartbeat.

I want to bathe in the look on his face right now, dive into those wonder-filled eyes and soak myself.

Baxter's gaze darts to my face, and I give him an encouraging smile.

"Wh-What am…? How do I…?" He lets out a desperate sigh.

"Just follow your instincts. I'll let you know." My voice is wispier than ever, my pulse so strong, I can feel it thrumming between my ears.

"Does Tammy say?" He arches his eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I giggle. "Tammy most definitely says."

"Okay." He tries to smile but can't, his mouth forming an intense look like he's about to disarm a bomb.

It makes me laugh for a second until his hand cups me, his thumb brushing over my clit. I let out a soft gasp.

"Is that good?"

"Yeah, just… there."

"Where?"

Grabbing his thumb, I put it back on my clit. "There."

A soft hum vibrates in his throat as he brushes his thumb over my clit again, making me whimper when he deepens the pressure.

I glance down between my legs, watching the tendons in his hands work. He has beautiful hands, so strong and capable. I whimper again, letting out a high-pitched gasp before biting into my bottom lip. My insides are going crazy, the sensations buzzing through me almost too much to contain.

Tipping my head back with a groan, I lean my hand on the counter and whisper, "Tammy says start kissing my breasts again."

He does as he's told, still working my clit while sucking and nibbling my tits until my mind is half crazed with lust and desire.

I'm on the edge of coming when he acts on instinct, exploring my pussy and finding my dripping opening.

His finger explores the slippery edges before nudging inside me.

I gasp again, leaning back to give him better access.

"Is this okay?" His gaze darts across my face, looking for any signs of displeasure, but that's not possible. I'm so fucking pleasured right now I can't even think straight.

All I manage is a little "Uh-huh."

Licking between my breasts, he works his way back up to my mouth, inching his finger a little deeper inside me at the same time. I'm on the cusp of a full meltdown, and I know exactly what will tip me over the edge.

Part of me wants to hold out, to elongate this thing, but my impatience wins out.

"Tammy says touch my clit again," I cry to the ceiling.

He does as he's told, keeping one finger inside me while using his other hand to draw circles over my clit.

"Ahhhh." A guttural, uncontrolled scream punches out of me, and then I start panting these high-pitched squeaks that should be embarrassing, but they're not, because I just opened my eyes, and Baxter's gaze is bright with affection and awe and…

I lurch forward, gripping his arms and trying to kiss him but failing, because another cry flies out of my mouth as the strongest orgasm I have ever experienced takes me out.