“It is. I got you new bedding yesterday. They’ve been washed, too.”
“You got me new bedding?” I frowned when we walked into the bedroom and I noticed that he was right. The bed was made up with bedding that definitely wasn’t mine.
It was beautiful, though. A deep purple with turquoise paisley patterns edged in black. Pillows matching the colors of the comforter stretched almost halfway down the mattress, and when I ran my fingers along the linen, it was softer than anything I’d ever slept on before.
Taydom watched me patiently but with lust and hunger darkening his gaze. “Yes, I did. I didn’t dream I’d get to see you on them, but I couldn’t resist.”
“What did you dream then?” I asked as I turned to face him.
“It’ll be way more fun to show you.” His slightly swollen lips curved into a devilish smile. Closing the distance between us in two long strides, he brought his hands to my face. “May I?”
“Yes,” I said with absolutely no room for doubt in my tone. “Please show me.”
His grin widened as he moved around me, stopping once he was behind me and standing so close to my back that I could feel his heat. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing behind me at first, but then his lips came to the column of my throat and it was too difficult to even wonder.
Big hands closed over my hips. His fingers splayed as they flexed and his mouth lavishly nipped and licked and kissed all the skin he could reach. My head rolled back and landed against his broad chest.
Taydom’s arm slid around my waist and he pulled me closer, his lips leaving my skin to come back to mine. While he kissed me senseless, I felt his featherlight touch on the hem of my tank top. He rolled the fabric up slowly, exposing my flesh inch by inch.
The cool air in the bedroom met my heated skin, and more goosebumps rose as if he had managed to use the very air itself as part of his seduction technique. I wasn’t complaining, though.
When he finally reached my breasts, he stopped the slow ascent of my shirt and took one in each hand. His thumbs flicked my hardened peaks, and as I moaned, so did he.
Patience apparently wearing thin, he yanked my shirt off the rest of the way before peeling my shorts off next. Standing in front of him in just my underwear wasn’t nearly as intimidating as I thought it would be.
He broke off the kiss to walk around me, his pupils dilated. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily as he took me in.
“Even better than my dreams,” he said, placing one hand on the center of my chest and using it to push me back against the bed.
I went willingly but wound my arms around his neck so he would lie down with me. He spread out over my body, his weight making me sink deeper into the mattress.
Feeling him like that made my own patience decide to up and go, leaving me a clawing, writhing mess who couldn’t wait any longer. “Taydom.”
“Yeah, I know. Going slow isn’t fun anymore.” He pulled back to look into my eyes, dropped a kiss on my nose, and then, thank all the gods, got busy.
My bra and panties were just about ripped clean off my body, and his clothes followed. My mouth dried up when I caught sight of the body he had been hiding beneath all those pesky layers. Holy shit, he was perfect. As I’d suspected, his muscles weren’t bulky or bulging, but they were certainly there.
His broad shoulders and chest tapered down to a narrower waist while his arms were toned and lean. His abdomen was ripped, and every line that made every girl salivate was there, right down to those cut hipbones.
“Damn,” I breathed. My gaze dropped to the smattering of hair below his belly button, the happy trail that was partially obscured by a very large, very enticing erection. “I thought going slow wasn’t fun anymore.”
“It’s not.” He groaned as his eyes raked over every inch of me, the same as I’d just done to him. “Jesus Christ, woman. You’re gorgeous.”
I wanted to argue. In comparison to him and the standards he had to be used to, I couldn’t be anything special. The way he was looking at me stopped me from saying anything, though, because it was like he’d never seen anyone or anything more beautiful than me.
“So are you,” I said and reached up to pull him back to me. “Are we doing this or what?”
“Oh, we’re doing this,” he replied before sealing his mouth over mine. Our bodies came together like two pieces of a puzzle, like they had been made for each other.
As good as Taydom was at kissing, he was even better at sex. From the minute he buried himself inside me, I was climbing toward the stars.
He never stopped kissing me, not until those very same stars exploded behind my eyes and the angelic choir reached their crescendo. Taydom tensed above me, his moans mingling with my own as he speared me with the sexiest look I’d ever seen and followed me over the edge.
Even so, I soon learned that he wasn’t done. Using his mouth, his hands, and eventually his cock again, he gave me more pleasure than I’d previously thought I was capable of.
When he was finished rocking my world, he collapsed on the bed beside me.
The sun was starting to set outside as I rolled to my side to face him. “Wow. We were at that for a while.”
He smirked and hooked his arms behind his head, his hair mussed and his lips now well and truly swollen. “Yeah, but we waited long enough for it.”
“True.” I smiled as we lay there in the darkening room catching our breath.
Taydom rolled over and pressed kisses to my forehead, my eyes, and finally my mouth. His eyes blazed into mine when he pulled back. “I’ll let you get settled in. Otherwise, I’m going to keep you busy all night, and you’re not going to get the chance to unpack. I’ll be right next door if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay.” I lifted my head to give him one last kiss, then watched as he covered his fine ass in clothes again before giving me a wave and walking out.
Nothing between us had felt awkward after at all, but now that I was alone, it dawned on me what I had done. I had sex with my landlord on my first night here.
That can’t have been a good idea.
Chapter 18
Taydom
Maybe Andrew had been right all along. I’d been a miserable bastard to be around this last couple of months, but I was on top of the world this morning. It turned out I really had just needed to get laid. Or rather, to get laid by Elsie.
No other woman would have done the trick. Hell, now that I’d had her, I wasn’t sure another woman would ever do the trick again.
Not that I wanted a relationship, with Elsie or anyone else, but there could be some definite benefits to being friends and neighbors with her. It was something I would keep in mind. All I knew was, despite what I’d hoped for, one time with her was not going to be enough.
Just the thought of her was making me hard, and I was at the goddamn breakfast table. Grown-ass men who possessed even a sliver of self-control did not get hard at the breakfast table, but it seemed Elsie had broken something in me.
I blamed her dusky pink nipples and smooth, soft skin against mine. She kissed like an angel and fucked like a devil, and I’d be damned if I didn’t admit that I fucking loved it.