I took a big sip of orange juice, set the glass and the cigarette pack on the counter, then scooped Tessa up bridal-style. She yelped and laughed as I carried her down the hallway. I nudged her bedroom door open with my shoulder, stepped inside, closed it behind us with my foot, and set her down on the bed.
"No backing out, right?" I smirked, already unbuckling my pants.
"Nope." She sounded completely sure of herself. "I can handle you, cowboy. Believe me."
"Oh, I bet." I pushed my pants and boxers down and kicked them aside.
"Come here, you softie. Show me what you've got."
I stepped up to the edge of the bed and grabbed Tessa by the legs, pulling her closer until her head hung off the side of the mattress. She lay on her back looking up at me. Damn, she looked vulnerable like that… and incredibly cute.
"Just tell me if I'm being too rough, alright?"
"Just fuck me, you idiot. I'm not gonna chicken out."
