I smirked and lowered my gaze to her chest. I stared at her hard nipples, asking, “Can I tell you what I like?”

“I think we’ve covered that.”

“I like your tits,” I stated.

“I know.”

“A lot.”

“I got that.”

“Wanna cum on ’em and watch you lick it up after.”

Her legs tensed around mine.

I lifted my eyes to her face.

“Me, too,” she said quietly, reaching back and drawing her hair over one shoulder. “I want that. I want all the stuff you want. I think I always did.”

My chest tightened. I started breathing heavier.

Fuck me, this girl.

Holding my eyes, Tori leaned down and pressed her lips to my chest, kissing her way to my ribs. “I like how strong you are,” she began, watching me as she spoke. “And how tall you are. We’re at perfect hugging height.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Perfect hugging height?”

She blinked. “It’s a thing.”

“Right,” I mumbled, suppressing a laugh as I tucked my hands beneath my head and boosted myself up higher. “Take your word on that. What else?”

Fuck, I felt arrogant, wanting her to list what all she liked about me while her sweet mouth moved closer to my dick. Even strange shit I didn’t understand, like hugging height. I wanted to know it.

I wanted everything. Her body, her mind, her sanity. Having her break into my house or coming to my fucking work. I wanted her ruined.

I wanted Tori Rivera as fucked up and crazy about me as I was about her.

“I like how you … groom yourself,” she continued to list. Her shoulders jerked. “I feel like that’s important to mention.”

My lips curled up. “Right back atcha, babe.”

“I like how you watch me all the time. When I’m at work or if we’re all hanging out at Syd’s. Every time I look at you, you’re already looking. It’s like you’re never looking at anyone else. And I like thinking that’s true, even if it isn’t.”

I stared at her, mouth relaxing out of the smile I was holding, and Tori stared back. Not breathing. Not blinking.

She was waiting, wanting to know if what she just admitted was okay, if I liked it, too, and fuck, she liked how I watched her. She wanted me to do it and she wanted that shit to mean something.

It did. And I had no problem sharing.

“Go ahead and think that, babe,” I ordered, watching her eyes flicker wider and feeling the breath she was holding release against my chest. “I told you, if it ain’t you, I’m blind. Where the fuck else would I be lookin’?”

“It’s not just that you look, it’s how you look,” she explained. “Like I’m precious to you or something. And I know that’s probably just me wanting to see that, it’s not really there and you’re just thinking about having sex, but—”

“You got any idea what I feel when I look at you?” I interrupted, needing to shut down where her mind was going since that shit was toxic, wasn’t true, and she didn’t need to be thinking that.

Tori’s head lifted as her hands flattened on my chest. Her breath was coming out heavier now. I could hear it.

“It’s there, babe,” I told her. “How you think I’m lookin’ at you. For months, I’ve felt that.”

She swallowed thickly, then licked her lips. “I like the kind of man you are,” she stated, speaking a little louder and keeping her head raised and her big, round eyes focused on mine, blue orbs holding all kinds of truth and meaning in them.

My entire fucking chest got warm, like Tori had just lit a match and dropped it inside my rib cage. I closed my eyes and breathed deep.

Fuck. That felt good. And that was something I wanted to keep feeling.

“Say that again,” I ordered, eyes opening to look at her.

She blinked. Her mouth lifted in the corner. “I like the kind of man you are,” she repeated, speaking louder, more boldly. “And I—wait! I’m not finished!” Tori shrieked through a giggle when I grabbed her wrists, yanked her down, and then flipped us again so she was beneath me. “Jamie!”

“Finish when I get inside you,” I said, kissing my way down her soft, sweet body. Moving fast and frantic. Gripping her hard and handling her like I fucking owned what I was touching. “Fuck, babe, I … what the fuck?” I pushed her legs open, dipped my head, and gave her a long, slow lick.

“Oh,” she moaned, fingers lacing through my hair. “W-what? What’s wrong?”

I rocked back onto my heels between her legs and grabbed the sleeve of condoms off the floor, chest heaving, hands shaking. I felt like I was on something.

“Fuck,” I panted, pushing a hand through my damp hair. “Telling me you like the kind of man I am and lookin’ at me like you mean that shit more than anythin’ you’ve ever said in your entire fuckin’ life. Givin’ me that shit after nine months of wantin’ you. Wantin’ nothin’ but you. You claim me and then give me that. Jesus.” I stuck the wrapper between my teeth and tore it open, spitting out the foil as I held her eyes. “Babe, you got no fuckin’ clue.”

I was referring to what that meant, what she just gave up, and what I was never letting her take back, and Tori was hearing that. She understood.

Sucking on her bottom lip, she nodded, letting me know she was following me. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier at Whitecaps,” she admitted as I got to work on the condom.

“I know.”

“About you being that other type of guy, the one that only cares about scoring pussy. I—”

“Babe,” I interrupted, meeting her eyes. “I know.”

Tori nodded again and went back to sucking on her lip. Getting that, I went back to what I was doing.

“I love my dad,” she whispered a breath later.

I paused, condom rolled halfway down my throbbing dick, and looked up at her, saying in a warning tone, “Legs,” because, what the fuck?

She wanted to talk about him now?

“He’s an amazing man,” she continued, not heeding my warning. “Not just to his family. He’s a great boss. Fair. Honest. And he’s always been great with Syd. He’s just, the best. The best man I’ve ever known.”

My dick started going soft. I squeezed my eyes shut for a beat, breathing deep, then opened them to look at her again. “I get that you think that, babe,” I said. “Straight up. You’re feelin’ appreciation for what I did and I feel that. But now is not the best time for you to be sharin’ shit about your dad.”

“I’m not just sharing. I’m making a point,” she argued.

“Any chance you can make it without bringin’ him up?”

“Probably not.”

“Then save it,” I told her. “My dick is out and we’re about to fuck. Maybe make your point later.”

She let out a breath. I watched her sit up and draw her knees to her chest. Fuck me. She was making her point now.

“Babe,” I pleaded.

“Syd told me about you offering to help Brian after his accident,” Tori began, ignoring my final attempt at shutting this shit down.