Chapter 93
**Sara**
His fingers played with the waistband of my jeans, teasing but not quite venturing further. I could feel the pressure building inside me, an ache that needed to be satisfied. "Tom," I whispered.
He paused, lifting his head to look at me. "What do you need?" His low, sexy growl thrilled me.
"Touch me," I begged, trembling with need. "Please, touch me."
"Where, exactly?" His fingers danced along the waistband of my jeans, making me squirm.
"You know where," I groaned, pressing my hips toward him. "Don't tease me."
"Tease you?" He smiled, his fingers slipping just under the waistband but going no further. "Now, why would I do that?"
"Tom," I practically whimpered. "Please. I need you to touch me. Now."
"Patience, Sara." His fingers moved to the hem of my t-shirt, tugging it upwards with a deliberate slowness. The fabric slipped over my head, leaving me in just my lace bra. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of me, his hands finally cupping my breasts over the delicate fabric. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making them harden instantly.
"Damn, you feel good," he murmured. His lips found their way back to mine, his kiss deep and demanding.
"Tom," I gasped against his mouth. "I need more."
He pulled back, his eyes locking onto mine. "Then why don't you take off that bra and show me what I've been missing?"
I reached behind me, unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the floor. Tom's eyes raked over my now-bare chest, his breath catching in his throat.
I reached for his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, my urgency making me clumsy.
"Having trouble there, Miss Parker?" He teased.
"Shut up and help me," I muttered, finally managing to pop the first button.
Tom's hands covered mine, guiding them with a gentleness that belied the fire between us. We worked together, my breath coming in short gasps as each button came undone. Finally, his shirt joined the jacket on the floor, leaving his chest bare. I couldn't resist running my hands over his toned muscles, feeling the heat of his skin against my palms.
I pressed myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our bodies melded together, his warmth seeping into me. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh. The sensation sent a jolt of desire through me, making me gasp.
I pressed my lips against him, feeling the hunger in our kiss. His mouth was a tempest, a wild storm that pulled me under. I let out a soft moan, my hands clutching his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. Our tongues tangled, tasting, exploring, driving each other wild.
Pulling back slightly, I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling. "Tom," I whispered. "I want to stay here with you. I really do. But if I stay... I won't be able to stop having sex with you. I can't control myself around you."
"And that's a bad thing?"
I bit my lip, trying to find the words. "It's not... but I have to focus on my studies. I need to finish my MBA. If I'm here, we'll spend all our time in bed, and I won't get anything done. You're like a drug. I'm addicted to you, and I can't afford to lose myself right now."
He looked at me, his eyes dark and intense. "Stay. We'll figure it out. We'll set boundaries and make schedules. I don't care. I just want you here with me."
"No, Tom. As much as I want to, I can't. Not right now. Maybe once I graduate, we can think about it. But for now, I need to focus."
He sighed, his hands sliding down to my waist. "I hate it, but I understand. That doesn't mean I like it, though."
"Oh, come on," I teased, running my fingers through his hair. "Don't pout. It's not like I'm moving to Antarctica. I'll still be around, you know. Just... not living here."
Tom's lips quirked into a half-smile. "I know, I know. But can you blame a guy for wanting to wake up next to you every morning?"
I laughed, shifting in his lap. "Oh please, you just want easy access to my body."
Before I could retort, his lips were on mine, kissing me deeply. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I responded with equal fervor.
His hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring. I shivered as he traced the curve of my waist, his palms igniting sparks under my skin. Slowly, reverently, he cupped my breasts, his thumbs grazing my nipples.
I gasped against his mouth, arching into his touch. "Tom..."
"You feel so good, Sara." His lips trailed down my neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone.
I tilted my head back, giving him better access. "Don't tease me," I breathed.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
His mouth closed over my breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I let out a soft moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and frustration.
"Tom, please," I whimpered, my hips shifting restlessly against him.
"Please what, Sara?" His teeth grazed my nipple, making me gasp.
"Don't tease," I scolded. "Just... touch me. I need you."
His grip on my hips tightened, and he pulled me flush against him. "As you wish."
His mouth descended on my other breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. I arched my back, pressing myself deeper into his touch. The dual sensations were overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
"Ah!" I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "That feels so good."
He hummed in response. His hands kneaded my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I squirmed in his lap, the pressure building inside me.
"Please," I whispered. "I need more."
His teeth grazed my nipple, making me shiver. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
I bit my lip, trying to collect my thoughts. "I... I want you to touch me. Everywhere."
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