Jasmine

I PULL Tom’s clothes off the second we get in the motel room. His growl is pure animal. He yanks my shirt off, pulls down the straps of my bra, and tosses the contents of my father’s file onto the floor. As much as I want to read it, my blood is humming with need. Here. Safe. Tom.

Judging by the hard cock poking me the stomach, Tom feels the same way. My lips lock onto his as he walks me backward toward the bed, a low rumble coming from his chest the whole time.

I work the button on his pants while he unbuttons his shirt and shucks it.

“Clothes off,” he orders as if I’m not working on it. “I need you naked.

Now.” I love the urgent command of his tone.

In a flash, I’m stripped and on my back, legs spread wide. Tom drops to his knees on the floor and pulls my wet pussy against his mouth.

“Do you need me to kiss you here, Jasmine?”

I weave my fingers into his hair. “Yes. God, ye