CHAPTER 6
Eve
I watched in horror as he reached down and grabbed the alien dick. I might’ve screamed. Rushing around the kitchen, I tried to grab the toy from him but he turned away with it. “Tate!”
“This toy did nothing wrong, Eve. It doesn’t deserve such a cruel fate.” He laughed and held the toy over his head when I twisted around him to grab it. “It’s special, after all. It introduced us.”
Any maturity I normally possessed was vapor at that point of the day. I jumped up, trying my hardest to grab the toy. “Not funny! That thing goes back in the trash.”
We struggled around the kitchen for it, with him holding it just over my head the whole time. I took to jumping to grab it but the whiskey killed my balance. He wrapped his arm around my back when I bounced into him and the next time I jumped and smashed into him, he locked that strong arm around me and pinned me to his chest. We were both breathing harder as our eyes locked. My chest brushed his with every rough inhale. What could’ve been five seconds or five minutes passed and something akin to a bolt of raw energy traveled down my spine.
I wasn’t sure if I moved first or if Tate did, but suddenly we were kissing. It wasn’t even so much kissing as it was trying to inhale each other. His stubble was rough on my face but his lips were full and soft against mine. He dropped whatever was in his hands and grabbed my ass, using it to lift me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my arms around his neck as he kissed down my jaw and throat and then back up to my mouth.
Tate stumbled over something on the floor and muttered against my mouth without bothering to break our kiss. He carried me over to the couch and sank onto it with me straddling him. His hands tangled in my hair and tugged at it before he ran his hands down my sides and back up to cup my breasts.
My own hands were a blur between us as I worked at the buttons on his shirt. When I couldn’t get them, I tugged the sides apart and buttons went flying in every direction. His bare chest was right there for me to touch, though, so I didn’t care about the buttons. I didn’t care about anything. I pressed my hands to his tanned skin and moaned into his mouth. I raked my fingers down his chest and rolled my hips over him at the feel of his coarse chest hair and flat nipples under my palms.
“ Fuck .” Tate gripped the bottom of my shirt and tugged at it, pulling the fabric up and over my head when I broke away from his mouth for as long as it took. His hands cupped my breasts and his calloused thumbs rubbed my hard nipples through the thin bra I had on.
I could feel his hardness pinned under me as I rolled my hips and I used it to get the friction I needed. He growled and dragged his mouth away from mine to press open-mouthed kisses down my throat and over my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me back enough to capture my right nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard and I clutched his head and cried out at the sensation. He sucked through my bra, leaving a wet spot when he moved to my other nipple.
“Off.” Tate glanced up at me, his blue eyes blazing, and licked his lips. “Take it off.”
I fiddled with the hook for barely a second before I just yanked the thing over my head, bruising the skin of my arms in the process. Before I could even toss the bra away, Tate’s mouth was on me again. His tongue teased my nipples before his teeth brought out a sharp pleasure I’d never experienced before. The stinging ache of his bite became a vibrating line of pleasure straight to my core.
I ran my hand down his chest and gripped his waist tight as I continued to roll my body over his, taking just as much pleasure as he was giving. Arching my back to give him more access to my breasts, I braced myself with one hand on his knee behind me and the other I wrapped around his neck. Grinding my clit into his denim covered hardness felt more important than breathing as I hurtled closer and closer to the edge.
Tate groaned against my chest and then leaned back to look at me. His eyes ravenously moved over my body and settled on my eyes. Biting his bottom lip, he moved one hand to cup my breast. “Don’t stop until you come, Eve. I want to see you do it.”
My entire body erupted in hot tingles at his words. The expression on his face made his command easy to follow. I couldn’t stop. I was chasing a high I never wanted to come down from. I gasped for breath and moaned his name.
Tate roughly teased my nipple as his body tensed. He was going to come, too. Knowing he was going to come in his pants because of me brought a smirk to my mouth. Tate saw it and bucked his hips up at me, throwing off my rhythm. “Come, Eve.”
My body tightened all over as pressure built in me. I threw my head back and sank my teeth into my lip hard to contain a scream as the bubble burst. Liquid heat coursed through my veins as my core clenched and my clit throbbed. When my movements slowed, Tate’s hands gripped my hips and he used my body to get himself off, the same way I had his. Through pleasure hazed eyes I watched his face as he came and I used the rest of my strength to stretch forward and kiss him.
My orgasm lingered and my clit pulsed in time with my heartbeat as every brush of my body over Tate’s sent another shiver through me. I panted against his mouth and then sank deeper into him with my mouth coming to rest at his neck. He smelled like soap and the sun and the melted part of my brain wanted to know if he’d taste like the ocean.
Tate groaned at the feeling of my tongue on his neck. His hands pressed into my back, holding me tightly against him and I could feel his heart thumping against mine. He moaned my name and slowly began stroking his hands up and down my back as we both caught our breath.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so relaxed in a man’s arms and with that thought came an unwelcome wave of fear and guilt. Swallowing both down as deep as I could, I sat up and slowly untangled myself from Tate. I held my arm across my chest as I searched for my shirt.
“Eve.” Tate’s voice was tinged with an edge of frustration. “Don’t freak out.”
I grabbed my shirt off Grandpa’s recliner, felt a wave of shame over the close proximity of what I’d done next that recliner, and kept my gaze anywhere but on Tate. “I’m not freaking out.”
He stood up and I could see him trying to button his shirt from the corner of my eye. “Damn. This was my favorite shirt.”
Yanking my shirt over my head, I pulled my hair from under the neckline and blew out a deep breath. “I’m not freaking out. I’m not. But you have to go.”
“Yep. I figured that was coming.” Instead of leaving, he walked toward me and gripped my waist, refusing to budge until I looked up at him. When I did, I saw he was smiling at me. “I didn’t mean for that to happen but I sure as hell am not going to apologize for it.”
I felt like a bug being drawn to a bright light as I stared into his eyes, too stupid to look away to avoid being zapped. “You don’t need to.”
“Did you ever do the rodeo circuit?” His lips tipped up in a wider smile. “If not, you should’ve. You would’ve been a fucking brilliant bull rider.”
My jaw went slack and my lips parted as his words registered. I made a shocked laugh sound and then shook my head while pushing him away. “Goodbye, Tate.”
“Not goodbye, Eve. See you later.” He left whistling a tune like he’d just been out for a stroll. Knowing he’d made a mess in his pants didn’t even take away from how attractive he was.
I retreated to my room and thought about calling Billie but I didn’t. My head was full of loud thoughts and I needed to get them sorted before I talked to anyone else. Especially since the loudest of my thoughts was shock at my behavior and guilt over a relationship that ended a year earlier.