Chapter 25
Tate throws me on my bed, and my comforter feels like a cloud. His hands feel like heaven.
“Do you know what it was like to work in your bathroom, staring out into your bedroom?” He climbs over me, his strong arms caging me beneath him. “What it’s been like to walk past your bed and imagine you in it, day in and day out for the last month?”
“Tell me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need.
My fingers itch to touch him, and for once, I don’t stop myself.
I’ve been craving this man’s touch since the moment I laid eyes on him, and I don’t think I can wait a moment longer.
I push my hands underneath his shirt, and he hisses out a breath of air as they glide across his abs.
His smooth skin is like silk beneath my touch, and I wonder if he’s that soft everywhere.
“Torture.” He drops his mouth down and nips at the shell of my ear, soothing the sting with his tongue before he whispers, “I drive home picturing you wearing those fucking dresses and the way they cling to your body. How soft your skin looks when it glistens in the sun. Every night I fall asleep thinking about what it would feel like to wrap your long curls around my fingers. I dream about pulling you to me and not letting go until you come apart beneath me.”
Shivers run down my spine as flames burn hot in my stomach.
“Is that so?” I drag my fingernails down his back and pull him toward me, pushing my hips into his. I nearly unravel when I feel his arousal between my legs. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“Well then,” he says. His hand moves to the back of my head, and his long fingers twist my curls until I can feel the gentle ache between my thighs. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Moonlight pours in through my open window beside my bed and bathes Tate in the faint silver glow.
From this close, I can see the moment his restraint snaps and the man he’s been hiding from the world steps out of the shadows.
His jaw sets with determination and his grin turns devilish.
The need I feel reflected in his liquid black eyes is the last thing I see before his mouth is on mine.
His soft lips claim mine, gentle, yet demanding as our tongues twist together. He swallows my groans as I drink him in, getting drunk off his taste. I kiss him like I’ve never been kissed before, biting his full lips while I claw at his back, but it’s not enough.
I don’t know if it could ever be enough with him.
“Jesus, Luna.” He pants against me. “You’re everything I’ve dreamt about. Everything I never thought I’d find.”
My mouth goes dry. My already racing heart combusts in my chest and the pieces scatter in the night, rearranging themselves until my heart only beats for Tate.
“Tate, I—” I start but he cuts me off with a kiss. The lingering taste of the bourbon he had earlier melts into my mouth and mixes with lust, concocting the most intoxicating cocktail.
“Not yet,” he whispers, and his gruff voice sends shock waves through my veins. “We’ll talk later. Now is the time for play.”
Even if I wanted to argue with him, I couldn’t. Not when he steals my ability to speak with a single touch.
His grip tightens in my hair. He pulls my head back to expose my neck and doesn’t wait a moment before dropping his mouth to the sensitive skin that has a direct dial to my nipples.
My back arches as he bites down, nipping and sucking—marking me—until our heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the quiet of this perfect Texas night.
I thrust my hips toward his, needing the pressure of his groin against mine and too desperate to pretend to have decorum.
“Please.” I claw at his back. “I need more.”
My head is swimming and the room is spinning and I don’t recognize my own voice. I’m not usually this forward, but I’m too desperate to feel him everywhere to pretend otherwise. Too overcome by wanton desire to let embarrassment deter me from the thing my body is crying out for.
His locs brush against my skin and I’m wound so tight that even that light touch is enough to send goose bumps racing up my arms. I don’t remember the last time I was with another man, but even if I did, the point would be moot because nobody has ever made me feel the way Tate has.
“We’ll get there.” He peppers kisses down my neck and across my chest, leaving a trail of scorched skin in his wake.
“I need to commit every second of this to my memory. The next time I fall asleep without you beside me, I want to remember the way you looked spread out beneath me. I want to see the way your curls are fanned out across the pillow.” He lets go of my hair and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift move.
“I want to remember the way your flushed skin looks under the glow of the moon. I want to remember the sounds you make when you’re too overwhelmed to talk.
The sounds you make when I touch you here…
” He slides down the cup of my bra and rolls my already hardened nipple between his fingers.
I arch off the bed and into his hands, a needy whimper falling from my mouth as my breathing turns frantic.
Chills dance across my skin and beads of sweat form behind my neck.
“Tate.” His name is a plea, but I don’t know for what. All I know is if he stops touching me, I might die. “Please.”
“Shhhhh,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
I don’t have a chance to process what he says before his mouth closes around my nipple and his hands drift down to unbutton my shorts. My eyes snap shut and my head pushes into the mattress. I squirm beneath his expert touch, needing more even though it’s already too much.
His hot skin is a sharp contrast to the cool air-conditioning blowing down on us.
His taste lingers and my mouth waters for more.
My loud breathing is overwhelming yet sounds a million miles away at the same time.
All my senses are on overload, but when his hands slip into the stiff denim shorts I somehow let Millie convince me were a good idea, time freezes and the entire world goes black.
“Fuck, Luna. You’re so wet.” His deep groan brings me back to earth as his hand moves against the thin cotton separating him from where I need him the most. “This is all for me?”
It’s a statement. A question…
A knowing.
I nod in the darkness, my words trapped behind the moans struggling to get out. Under his touch, I come apart like I’ve never done before. It’s as if Tate—and only Tate—holds the key to my body and he’s unlocked something inside of me I didn’t know existed.
“I want to hear you say it.” His hoarse whisper vibrates across my skin before his mouth lavishes my other breast. “I want to hear that you want me as much as I want you. That I’m not the only one fantasizing about getting lost inside you. I want to hear you say you’re mine.”
My heart beats so hard it bruises. The sound of my pulse radiates in my ears, drowning out the rest of the room as his words echo in my mind. Say you’re mine. My nerves are set aflutter at the rightness of those words, at how much I want them— No. How much I need them to be true.
“I’m yours.” The words are ripped from the back of my throat—the bottom of my soul—and they extinguish the final embers of Tate’s self-control.
The loud rip of my underwear cuts through the room, and Tate’s mouth replaces his hands between my legs.
As competent as he is with his hands, they have nothing on his mouth.
He leaves no part of me untouched, his tongue teasing at first, soft and gentle, his quiet hums of appreciation making my toes curl until he’s had enough.
I can barely process what’s happening as the first waves of my orgasm lap against the base of my spine.
His mouth finds my clit and he latches on, sucking and nipping until I’m shaking.
My hands fly into his hair, twisting his long locs around my fingers, unsure if I want to pull him closer or push him away.
It’s too much. Too fast. Too hard.
Too good.
Pressure builds deep in my stomach. Electricity splinters into every ounce of my being until my skin is alight with sparks and only a single match could set the world on fire.
“Tate—” I cry out, but I don’t get any further.
He thrusts two fingers deep inside of me, curling them to hit the spot and sucking my swollen clit into his mouth at the very same time.
I don’t stand a chance.
I explode around him and the world disappears.
The stars I gaze at every night appear behind my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure slams into me.
He continues to work me with reckless abandon and rips another orgasm from me the second the first one ends.
A sharp cry claws from the back of my throat, and I hold on to him tighter, positive that I must be levitating.
Pinpricks cover my entire body when Tate’s mouth finally disappears and I drift back down to earth. My lungs fill with fire as I try to draw in a breath. Sweat glistens across my naked skin.
“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect,” Tate says against my mouth, his lips still wet with my taste. “I could spend every day eating you, feeling you come around my fingers.”
Nobody has ever talked to me like this, and I can’t believe how much I like it. Wetness pools between my legs, and even though I’m still tender from my last two orgasms, I already want more. I feel empty, and there’s only one thing that can fill me up.
“I need you inside of me.” I twist at the fabric of the shirt he’s still somehow wearing. “Now.”
“Bossy.” A cocky smile pulls at the corner of his competent mouth, but that’s all he says before his shirt is on the floor next to a pile of my discarded clothes. “But I think I can do that for you.”
He stands up at the side of the bed and his hard body is all I see as he pulls a foil wrapper out of his wallet.
Strong hands, the whisper of which can still be felt deep inside of me, make quick work of his pants.
He pulls them down with his underwear until he stands naked in front of me, like the portrait of a god.
Brown skin still glistens in the dark of my room, the shadows only making the muscles all over his body even more evident.
His abs flex above the deep V of his hips pointing to the most impressive cock I’ve ever seen standing long and thick between his powerful thighs.
My legs squeeze together involuntarily, and my stomach knots with anticipation knowing that soon, I’ll know every inch of this perfect man.
“You can’t look at me like that,” he says as he rolls the condom down to the base.
I force my eyes to meet his. “Look at you like what?”
He climbs back onto the bed and brings his mouth back to mine, kissing me gently despite the fire raging between us.
“Like you’ll never be happy again until you feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you.” He positions himself at my entrance. “Like you want me to live inside of you, making you come over and over again until the day I die.”
I suck in a sharp inhale of breath and my body quivers as I wait for him to push into me.
He lowers himself until the tip of his cock rubs against my clit. Everything is still so sensitive that even that is enough to have me jerking beneath him.
“Is that what you want?” he asks again.
I’m too aroused to contemplate my words, too needy to care about anything other than feeling Tate so deep inside of me that I forget where he ends and I begin.
“It’s not what I want.” I thrust my hips upward. “It’s what I need.”
Firm hands latch on to my hips, and he kisses me softly, a wicked glint in his eyes as he whispers, “Hold on.”
I don’t have time to follow directions.
He thrusts inside of me in one smooth motion, and I levitate off the bed.
Colors explode behind my eyes and the world freezes.
My moans turn into screams as he works me like a fucking fiddle.
Moving inside of me with expert precision, deep and hard, slow and gentle, then back again.
Building me up and letting me down until I can’t think straight. All I can do is feel.
And I want to feel all of him.
“Please,” I moan over our frantic breathing. “Harder.”
He slows down.
“I didn’t hear you.” The subtle strain in his voice is the only indicator that he’s just as close as I am. “How do you want it?”
“Harder, Tate.” I claw at his thighs. “Faster. Harder.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. Pulling me to my knees and wrapping my curls around his fist, he locks me exactly where he wants me before he slams back into me exactly how I need him.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout my room. Tendrils of another impossible orgasm begin to wind around my spine, anchoring me to Tate as he thrusts into me over and over again, never slowing or tiring.
“That’s it, Luna,” he groans out, sliding his hand from my hip to between my thighs and pinching my clit. “Come for me.”
I don’t have a choice but to obey. I thought the first two orgasms were incredible, but they were simply an appetizer to what he’s serving now.
My insides clutch him tight as I ripple around him.
I scream out, half cry, half moan, as white light explodes behind my eyes.
The blinding orgasm rips the world from beneath me and catapults me straight to the heavens, and pleasure reverberates throughout every inch of my body.
My limbs give out, and I collapse onto the mattress a moment before I register Tate’s weight pushing down on top of me, his breathing ragged from his own release.
He traces my spine with kisses as we slowly drift back down to earth.
“Wow,” I say once I regain my ability to speak. “That was…”
Otherworldly? Life changing? The best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life?
“Yeah,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his side. “It was.”
He touches his lips to the top of my forehead and keeps them there as his breathing evens out. I lie awake beside him, waiting for the onslaught of thoughts that find me every night. But instead, wrapped in the comfort of Tate’s arms, sated and blissful, sleep pulls me under without a fight.
And the only thing to find me are dreams of Tate and an impossible future that all of a sudden is so close I can almost taste it.