Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 17 

TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome


AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: romance / erotica

FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.


Author’s notes: I messed up my sleeping schedule and everything is in a disarray at the moment so it was really hard finishing this chapter. I wasn’t too sure what was going to happen so the expectations for this chapter should drop right…about…now. I may have to update another chapter this week to keeps things going on in the plot department but tell me what you think!

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |  Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | chapter 12 | Chapter 13  | Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 

For a man who made around a hundred thousand dollars per day, I don’t know why I found it so impressive that he drove a Jaguar. The sleek black luxurious car purred to a stop right in front of the tallest building in London before we fully even got out of the door. Apparently, John had taken the day off and Tom had driven himself to work today. The attendant, who had the sharpest pair of grey eyes I have ever seen, got out of the car and handed the keys to Tom, nodded his head, and walked off back to the parking garage on the other side of the building without saying any words. I clutched my beaten up briefcase in my hand tighter as I trailed my eyes from my scuffed pumps to the man who stood beside me. My cheeks immediately bloomed a brilliant scarlet when our eyes locked.

“Shall we?” He smirked, walking towards the car on the empty street. And just like that, I broke out of my trance and walked over to the car, intimated by sheer power the engine could instil. This was a really nice car. Tom raised an eyebrow when I finally slid into the buttery soft seats and promptly shut the door for me, walking around the car, and then settling himself in the driver seat. The car vroomed to life with a twist of his keys and just like that, we sped off down the streets of London, cruising soundlessly, turning sharp corners, changing lanes, and all in the while having the engine gently hum underneath me. The speed we were currently driving could have easily been brushed off as the Jaguar’s normal ability but I could tell by the tight grip he had on the steering wheel that his agitation had something to with it. Before I could think of something clever to say in hopes of relaxing his mind, we were already turning into a private residential area with front guards and a big fence to match. His window slowly rolled down and met the eyes of a bald man with a scar slashed across his cheek like someone had taken a marker and drew on his face for fun. Tom nodded his head once more like with his car attendant, no words exchanged, and the gates were opened. He drove forward, passed the gates, and around the corner to where the massive mansion he must have called home sat. The lights inside were already turned on, showcasing what little view the windows could give, a diamond chandelier hanging high above, a grand piano sitting comfortably in what appeared to be the sitting room, and more paintings from world renowned artists hanging on the white walls. The lawn was well taken care of along with the bed of flowers and bushes near the front marble steps. He rounded the curve of the driveway until he stopped in front of the impressively tall front doors. I realized only now that my mouth was hanging slightly open at the beautiful sight. This man actually lived here! Here! It looked like a bloody picture someone googled.

My door opened, his blue eyes concentrated on me the entire time as I stumbled out of the car, briefcase slipping out of my shaky hands while I looked past his shoulder, still looking at his house. Just then the door opened, exposing a grand marble staircase sitting in full view, a small brunette lady, beaming a friendly smile down at us both. He had staff!

Well of course he had staff, Amelia. You can’t think he actually washes the floor and does the dusting himself in this gigantic house after a long day at work.

“You look stunned.” Tom commented dryly, shutting the door behind me, he tossed his keys to another man who appeared out of nowhere and caught it gracefully. The man got into the car and drove it around the corner, no doubt parking the pricey vehicle in a private parking garage.

“It’s—” I blanked on what to describe his house. “It’s really big.”

Tom snorted, shook his head, and placed his hand on the small of my back, motioning me towards the front door. “You get used to it.”

“I don’t think I would ever get used to it.” I muttered underneath my breath. “Probably would get lost going to the bathroom.”

He laughed again, louder this time. I hadn’t realized he had heard every single word I said causing me to blush another shade deeper. “Sorry.” I apologized, biting my lower lip.

“Good evening, Mr. Hiddleston.” The small brunette lady smiled to us both.

“Good evening, Greta.” Tom greeted her back. “This is Miss. Amelia Hart.”

“Good evening, Miss. Hart.” She turned her warm brown eyes towards me. “Would you both like anything to eat or drink?”

“No thanks, Greta.” Tom walked passed Greta by the front door, stepping inside the house. I took small steps towards him, scared that any more of a bigger or heavier step, I would break the house. “Miss. Hart and I already ate.” His eyes flickered with amusement, locking my gaze. “We would like to have some privacy now. You may turn in for the night.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hiddleston.” Greta nodded her head slightly. “Good night.” With that, she turned around in her sensible tennis shoes and walked over to where her private quarters were.

“So, you have staff.” I lightly commented.

“Yes.” Tom looked at me confusedly as if I had just asked him if the moon was made out of cheese.

“And you have parking attendants at every turn.” I added, looking around my surroundings, noticing the shining gleaming floors and the immaculate pieces of artwork covering the walls.

“Yes.” He answered again, this time with more irritation in his voice. “Now, if you’re done asking me about my staff, I think we have much better things to do.” Taking my briefcase out of my hand, he rested it by the wall, and held my face in his hands, eyes dark and lips pursed into a frown. “You look tired.” He said quietly. “Come on…” Kissing quickly on the lips that left me nothing but frustration, he led me up the staircase, walking briskly down the long stretched out carpeted hardwood floors to the bedroom on the far left wing. He opened the door only to reveal a grand bed covered in the softest pillows and white sheets but his intention was not the bed but the bathroom that held the biggest tub I had ever laid eyes on. Letting go of my hand, he rolled up his sleeves and turned the faucet on, allowing gushes of warm water pooling into the tub. He grabbed a small bottle from the dish near the marble topped sinks and unscrewed the cap, pouring in the rose water scented liquid into the water, immediately causing it to foam and bubbles to rise. When he was satisfied with the amount of water to bubbles, he turned off the faucet and returned his attention back to me, a slight smile on his handsome face.

“Miss. Hart.”

My breath caught in my throat when I heard my name from his lips.

He slowly walked over towards me, closing the distance, trapping me against the closed bathroom door. His blue eyes narrowed down on me like a predator stalking its prey in the night. “I think you’re due for a bath.” He murmured against my ear while his fingers worked methodically, unbuttoning the small buttons on my silk dress shirt. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, allowing it to pool by my feet. Reaching around me, his chest pressed against my breasts, his hands worked at the thin zipper at the back of my skirt, tugging it down along my legs. My body was positively humming from the mere touches he gave me. The gentle brushes here and there across my naked flesh made my heart pound loudly against my chest, turning my legs weak like jelly. “Step out.” He commanded, crouching down my high heel clad feet. I did what I was told, stepping out of my skirt and standing before him with only my bra and my barely there panties and high heels.

“Miss. Hart.” Tom nearly growled when he slowly raised himself off the floor to study every part of me from his close proximity. “You are simply…” He paused, tipped my head back with his hand and kissed me, biting down softly on my lower lip. “Beautiful.”

I let go of the breath I was holding, fluttering my eyelids open as I ran my hands up from his upper arms towards his shoulders, stopping at the neatly tied tie around his neck, and wrapped it around my closed fist, pulling him down to my height. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I smirked, kissing him back on the lips with the same intensity he used for me. I smiled when he happily groaned in my mouth, steadying himself by placing his hands on my hips, pressing me against the length of his tall lean body, allowing me to feel every hard contour across his stomach and chest. Tugging eagerly at the tie, I felt his lips curl into a sinful smile as I ripped apart his shirt, not caring about the delicateness of the buttons and the faint sounds of them skittering across the bathroom tiles. I wanted more of him. I wanted to taste every part of him. I wanted to feel every part of him. A mere kiss was simply not enough. The deep moans grew louder when my fingertips ran across his bare chest, pushing off his pressed shirt to the floor, trailing down his chiselled stomach towards his trousers that hung slightly off his lips and had the ability to always drive me wild whenever he wore them.

“Stop.” He hissed, clamping hold onto my hands that were busily working on the thin zipper. I could feel his hard erection against my hands. “If you continue, we won’t make it to the bath.”

I pouted, looking up from our hands to his beautiful face. “I’m a shower kind of girl, anyways.”

Tom smiled slyly at the comment, shaking his head slightly in disproval; he leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth before dropping my hands. “I want to take things slow…You’re tired. You worked a long miserable day—Trust me, I made sure of it. I want to cherish every inch of you tonight.” He said in a soft voice in my ear. I shuttered when he reached around me and unhooked my bra, every nerve taut and sparkling with electricity from his touch. Moving his hands down from my back, he ran along the curvature of my ass, taking his deliriously sweet  time down my legs, running them back up till they stopped at the lacy border of my panties. My breath hitched when he pulled them down, cool air running across my slicked folds as I stepped out of them. I was now completely naked except for my heels.

“Miss. Hart, what did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” He asked, squatting back down and easily helped me take off my painfully tall heels. He gripped onto my other ankle as he helped the other foot with the shoe. “Come on…” Tom grinned, standing back up, holding out his hand for me to step into the deliciously smelling tub. It felt glorious when I took my first step into the warm water, slowly edging the disappointment I felt inside me when he had kindly rejected hot bathroom sex before the bath. The water sloshed over the sides as I settled down onto the bottom, leaving just enough room for him on the opposite end. He ran a finger across my cheek, smiled sadly, and kissed me on top of the head, stepped back and worked the button I had been dying to undo myself. As if this was some sort of advertisement for men’s underwear, he gave me a lopsided grin and pulled down his underwear.

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