Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Tate yanked Alyssia’s head back, and nipped her earlobe. “Just for tonight.” His growl vibrated against her skin.
Every inch of her body hummed in anticipation.
She shifted against him, memorizing the way his hard lines imprinted on her, from chest to groin to thigh.
This was really happening, but part of her refused to process it.
What if he changed his mind? Again? No, this was different.
She managed to keep her hands from shaking as she undid each button on his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders, leaving in him in an undershirt and slacks. Wow that was sexy.
She leaned her head back to expose her neck and he kissed along the soft flesh, hungry and biting. There was too much clothing between them. She needed to feel his skin on hers. She grabbed the bottom hem of her scrub top.
He wrapped his hands around her wrists, holding her captive, and broke away. A teasing smirk danced on his face. “In a hurry?”
Embarrassment joined the liquid lust heating her skin. What was she supposed to say to that?
He kissed along her fingertips, one at a time on the first hand then the second. “If we’re going to do this, you’re going to enjoy it.”
She clenched her toes inside her shoes at the heavy promise. She was pretty sure she’d enjoy it regardless. “I’m not worried about that.”
“Good.” He trailed his lips down her palm, over her wrist, and then moved back to her neck. “That’s my job.” He pulled her top over her head with a fluid grace she didn’t think she could have managed herself.
She wouldn’t think about the fact that indicated what kind of practice he’d had. This was just them, and it was only for now. Nothing else existed.
He trailed his fingers down her spine, and under her bra strap. “You know.” He kissed up her jaw, and nipped her earlobe, breath hot on her skin. “I’ve wondered for a while now what your nipples look like.”
He’d spent time thinking about that? The realization sent flutters through her belly, and tingled between her thighs, making her wet. “You could have asked.” Okay, that was a stupid answer.
“Not as much fun.” In a single twist, he undid her bra.
He dragged the straps down her arms, and tossed the garment aside.
The way his gaze lingered on her chest made her desire spike.
“Pink, big, and I bet a lot of fun. God, you’re gorgeous.
” He cupped her breasts, and drew his thumbs over the already hard nubs.
Each pass flooded her body with a tremor of pleasure.
When he pinched, she sucked in a sharp breath. Her frame tingled from the tug of pleasure and soft pain.
“You should know.” His whisper caressed her skin. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Ambivalence warred inside, stealing some of her anticipation. She hated that she couldn’t just say they’d be okay without. Did that mean this was only going so far? Was that his loophole? “So much for being a good boy scout.” She struggled to keep the teasing in her tone.
He squeezed her breasts, rolling twin nubs between his fingers, and sucked hard on her neck. He paused long enough to reply. “There’s nothing boy scout about what I’m going to do to you. I’ll just have to improvise.”
The promise filled her with anticipation, but her damned sense of reason wouldn’t shut up. He really did expect her to be okay with it. “We can’t without—”
“Give me some credit.” When his gaze met hers, lust stared back at her.
Heated, hungry, and unbound. She swallowed past a dry throat.
He looked like he was going to devour her, and she didn’t want to stop him.
He kissed along her collarbone, lips vibrating against her skin.
“I’m not that much of a presumptuous ass. ”
He wrapped his tongue around one nipple and drew it into his mouth, eliciting a gasp. It was all she could do to keep from crying out when he flicked and nibbled at the nub. Her panties had to be soaked by now. Each new nip and swipe sent another pulse of pleasure coursing through her.
He licked and sucked, alternating between each breast, until her head felt light.
She almost thought she might get off just from that attention, but the need between her legs still pleaded for something more direct.
She wasn’t sure if he’d read her mind, or just the swaying of her hips when his affections shifted downward.
He trailed over her stomach, hooked his thumbs in her waistband, and dragged her scrubs and panties to the ground.
The cool air brushed her heated skin and wet arousal.
She’d never felt so exposed before, but the desire in Tate’s eyes heightened the sensations.
Hands on her hips, he turned, redirected her a few steps back, and nudged her onto the couch against the wall.
The fake leather was a shock against her skin when it cradled her, and she gasped.
Tate knelt in front of her, and kissed along the inside of her thigh, down to one knee, and up to the other.
So many sensations at once stole her reason.
She’d never had a guy offer to go down on her.
She’d begged a boyfriend once, and it had been so disappointing she’d never brought it up again.
When Tate finally focused his attention on the aching need between her legs, a groan tore from her throat.
He glided his tongue over her skin, and her breath came in short bursts.
“God, you taste amazing, Lys.” His murmured appreciation tingled through her mound.
With each pass, he drew closer to her clit, but never made contact.
Impatience won out, and she couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up.
He closed around her swollen sex, and her entire body jolted at the contact.
Her hips thrust in time with his sucking, and climax built inside.
When he shoved two fingers inside her, rough and hard, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming his name. She arched her back, and clenched around him when she came. He pushed harder and faster, still pumping her, until she shuddered from the pleasure.
Euphoria danced in her thoughts, and she wasn’t ready for the encounter to be over. She stood, wobbling on unsure legs.
He was on his feet in an instant, steadying her. “Careful.”
She used the opportunity to spin him so his back was to the couch, and press her frame against his. His erection dug into her stomach through his slacks, teasing her. She slid her fingers under the waistband of his slacks, and fumbled with his belt for a moment before finally unhooking it.
“What are you doing, Lys?” A note of warning lined his question, but he didn’t move to stop her.
She undid his button and pulled down the zipper. “Returning the favor.”
“You don’t have to….” His words melted into a sigh when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and freed it from his boxers.
“Nope, I don’t.” She fell to her knees, gaze locked on his, and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, licking away a salty drop.
He bucked against her face, penis jerking in her hand.
She stroked slowly, enjoying his every groan and sigh.
When she took him into her mouth, she had to keep her hand wrapped at the base of his shaft to keep him from pushing too deep.
He thrust in time with her pumping, eyes never leaving hers.
The attention made her juices flow again, coating the inside of her legs.
Watching him enjoy himself was turning her on all over again.
His grunts grew more frantic, and his speed increased. “Your mouth feels incredible on my cock.” His stuttered breathing punctuated the words. “I’m so close.”
If he meant for her to stop, or if it was supposed to be some kind of warning, she didn’t care.
She pumped harder, and caressed his wrinkled sac.
He tensed under her touch, and a long shudder ran through him.
Salty warmth hit the back of her throat in spurts, startling her.
She’d never done that before, but for him she’d do it again.
No, wait. Reality was sinking back in. She wouldn’t, because there was no second time for them. She’d promised.
Her thoughts evaporated again when he pulled her onto his lap.
Hand on the back of her neck, he kissed her hard, claiming her mouth.
That he wasn’t bothered by tasting himself on her lips turned her on as much as anything.
Mouth still pressed to hers, he slid his free hand between her legs.
She gasped when he found her tender clit and rubbed hard and fast. He swallowed her groans, stroking and pushing her past the limits of her pleasure.
Climax tore through her, snatching away her reason.
She shuddered as his touch became too much, and pulled away.
She grasped his wrist, and raised it to her mouth, holding his gaze as she sucked one finger clean.
His lips parted slightly as he watched her run her tongue along the pad before moving to his next finger.
She let go of him, and leaned into his chest, still struggling to catch her breath. That had been amazing, and she wasn’t sure if it was just the things he’d done, or if it had as much to do with the fact it was him.
He trailed his fingers through her hair, heart hammering against her ear.
This was too nice. She could get used to this.
The moment the thought passed through her head, she pushed away.
The last thing she could allow herself to do was get used to cuddling up to Tate.
She pasted a smile on. “We’re on a deadline, right? ”
A flat mask passed over his face, before a pleasant expression flitted back in. “Right. Of course.” He extracted himself from her couch and handed over her clothes. He turned away as she dressed, and she couldn’t completely squash her disappointment at the heavy air that had settled in the room.