“Are you okay?” He smoothed his hand along her back.
“I’m fine.” She pulled away from him. “Are you going to get Jeremy?”
“I can.” He followed her into her bedroom. “I thought we’d go get him together.”
She pulled her tattered shirt off and tossed it to the ground. The red bra she wore underneath was lacy and delicate. It lifted her breasts so that they were gently pushed together. His mouth watered.
“I don’t care. I promised him I’d take him to the park.”
Tank grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Gently, he leaned in to press his lips to hers. Josslyn was so soft, so delicate. He knew she could take a lot, but he liked it when she let go and let him take care of her as well.
“You’re so beautiful.” Tank brushed her nose with his.
“Even with a huge bruise on my cheek?”
Tank reached around her to unhook her bra. He tugged it from her body and glanced down at her lush breasts. The soft pink nipples beaded under his gaze and he licked his lips.
“Do you really need to ask me that?” He brushed his thumb over her nipple.
“Well, I know how you like your women. Blonde and dumb with an open mouth or open thighs. I can’t really compete with that.”
Tank glanced up at her. “That’s not how I like my women.”
Josslyn moved away from him and slipped her pants off. “Yeah? How do you like your women?”
“Bound to the headboard while they ride my face.”
He watched her squirm. She didn’t quite look at him as she slipped her panties off. She was nervous. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her nervous about sex.
“Hey,” Tank smoothed his fingers along her arms. “What’s going on? You’re nervous. Is it about what happened at the club?”
She blew out a harsh breath. “I haven’t had sex in three years. You were the last guy I was with and I’m completely out of practice.”
The corners of his lips tilted upward. “After all the times we’ve fucked each other, you’re nervous to be with me again?”
“Don’t laugh at me.”
He pulled her to him, tightening his hold around her wrists. “I had my face between your legs. You didn’t seem too nervous about that.”
“Sex is different.”
“Yes. It is.” He grabbed a scarf from her dresser and went to the center of her bed. “Come here.”