Chapter 22: Bedroom Bullseye

Tom insisted on taking Roxanne to his house, claiming he had top-notch security. He also offered to let her father stay, thinking the loan shark and his men might come after him now that Roxanne and Tom had gotten away.
Roxanne’s father declined, claiming he knew a place where he could stay, convincing them he’d be okay. Driving up to a black iron gate, Tom gave him a code and the gate slowly swung open. Roxanne’s father dropped them off in front of Tom’s place, a stately stone home set back from the road. While it wasn’t quite a mansion, it certainly looked too big for one person.
“Thanks, Dad,” Roxanne said as she climbed out of the car. She walked over to his open window and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so glad you came.” He forced himself to smile, pain lingering on his face. “Take your gun,” she handed it him, and he put it back in the glove compartment.
“It’s all my fault.” He tried not to tear up in front of her. “You never should have been in that position. If I hadn’t gambled all that money.”
“Dad, stop. It’s not all your fault. We all make mistakes. I know you’ve got my back,” she tried to reassure him. He nodded, then looked at Tom.
“Take care of her,” he said.
“I know, or else,” Tom replied.
He draped his arm around Roxanne and led her into the house.
Almost immediately when they entered, Tom typed in the security code to turn off the alarm. Then he stepped into an office to call someone, probably one of his employees thought Roxanne, to check the security footage.
He wanted to make sure no one had been lurking around in the past two weeks. His body stayed rigid as he took care of business, indicating to Roxanne with his finger that he’d be just one minute, and he turned away.
While Tom made his calls, Roxanne ambled around, looking at the dining room, the kitchen with large island, and the living room with a sizeable fireplace. She laid on the outsized beige sectional that filled the room, stretching out her legs. After such an eventful night, she felt exhausted.
Tom came in just as Roxanne started to doze off. “Oh, sorry to wake you. I think you’ll be more comfortable in the guest room, though.”
She nodded, her eyes a little groggy.
In one fluid motion, Tom leaned over and scooped up Roxanne’s body. She circled her arms around him, pressing her chest to his. She could smell his cologne; the smooth scent invigorated her a little. He carried her into a room with a queen bed, simply decorated in cream and light blue. Tom placed her on the bed, resting her head against the blue striped decorative pillows.
Roxanne held onto Tom for another moment, keeping him close to her.
With their faces, inches apart, Roxanne’s eyes half-closed, she could feel his breath on her like an ocean breeze. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, pulling his head closer.
Tom returned her kiss, their tongues caressing each other’s mouths. After a minute, Tom pulled away and stood up.
“I’’ll let you rest,” he said.
Awakened by her passion for Tom, Roxanne sat up. She grabbed his hand.
“No,” she said and pulled him toward him. Kneeling on the bed, she kissed him again, more fervent than before. Tom returned her enthusiasm and rubbed Roxanne’s back as they smacked lips. He ran his hand up the back of her shirt, sending an electric pulse up her spine.
Still on her knees, she pulled off Tom’s shirt. His lanky body, taut and firm, excited her. He unhooked her bra and brought her shirt over her head. They continued to kiss as Tom pushed Roxanne back on the bed. He kissed her left breast, then her right, his soft lips arousing her. His movements were both gentle and fluid, unlike the stiff, robotic movements she was used to seeing from Tom.
She hugged his back and pressed his body into hers, wanting to feel his curves and muscles. She gazed in his eyes and kissed him once softly, then again ardently, her yearning for him growing.
“I thought I might never see you again,” he whispered in her ear. “And I realized, I couldn’t live without you.” He kissed her hard, his face and body entwining with hers. She returned his passion, her hips pressing up into his manliness.
Roxanne unbuttoned his pants, and he shimmied them off. She, too, had been scared that the kidnapping would keep her apart from Tom. His heroic rescue proved how much he really cared about her.
Tom rolled onto his side, allowing Roxanne to pull off her pants. He kissed her delicately on the neck and continued down to her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his touch, and she could feel the moistness between her legs. She pulled him on top, guiding him inside her. Together they pulsed, fluid like ocean waves.
While fear had clutched her earlier in the evening, it was replaced with passion. Her eagerness to merge with Tom brought Roxanne closer to climax. She gripped the bedspread as Tom continued to rock in and out, his movements and groans growing more vigorous. Wrapping her legs around his back, she squeezed, not wanting to let go, not wanting to feel as scared and alone as she had earlier that night.
She peaked, and a moment later, he shuttered, both of them getting their fill of intense pleasure. Tom rolled over onto his back, laying straight as a pool cue. Roxanne reached her fingers to his face and stroked his cheek. He pressed his palm against her hand and looked in her eyes.
“I’m just so glad you’re here,” he said.
He kissed her hand and she retracted it. “At least I got you to loosen up a little,” she said. He smiled and his expression made her feel like she’d hit the bullseye and won the biggest prize at the fair.