Chapter 10- Allison
I hear occasional laughter and lots of loud footsteps signalling the boys are awake and will probably be ready for breakfast soon.
The team plane landed late last night or rather early this morning, so I expected Tate to sleep in this morning.
Today's the day before Christmas Eve and the annual team dinner.
I giggle to myself imagining Tate's reaction to the explosion of Christmas in his house just in time for the party.
There's also already an assortment of alcohol, games and small appetizers ready so all he has to do is barbecue.
I'm not actually sure how long all that takes.
I turn up the Christmas music on the kitchen speakers.
Santa tell me by Ariana grande comes through and suddenly my body is not my own.
I truly cannot help but sing and dance like I'm her on stage in some thigh highs and a ponytail.
Though I'm not as petite as her, I bet I could still rock the outfits.
I'm plating up two reindeer styled pancake plates and singing Merry Christmas Darling into the whip cream can when a strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me to him.
I startle but relax against him once his cologne hits my nose. I swallow as I blink up at him in surprise.
He takes the whip cream from me and sets it on the counter, keeping his intense gaze on me. His hands trail slowly from above my elbows, up to my wrist as he places my hands behind his head.
“Don't stop now, Darlin.” His voice comes out low and gravelly as his hands squeeze my soft waist gently through my sweater dress. “I was enjoying the show.”
I can't help the smile that escapes as we sway back and forth together.
Tate just sways at first but it's not long before he is twirling me under his arm and around his back.
My hair is flying around me as the song changes to something more upbeat.
I feel the damp sweat on my hairline as my breath comes in shallow pants. The biggest grin is glued on my face as Tate spins me out and twirls me back into him.
He can dance.
"Do you always break into a woman's kitchen to show off?" I say to tease him. Our faces close, sharing breath.
“My dad taught me right. If a woman is singing in the kitchen, you spin her around like it’s a dance floor.” He smiles then adds, “And I knocked. You just couldn’t hear me over the music.”
“Oh? Seems like a smart man.” I nod along as our bodies move together.
“Worked for him. He and my mother were happily married for twenty-two years.” He spins me away making the Christmas lights blur around me. He doesn’t stop dancing with me even as the song fades into the next.
I nearly squeal as he dips me low over his muscular thigh. One large, calloused hand rough over my shoulder blades in the cut out of the top of my dress, the other holding just above the outside of my bent knee.
I let my head tip back on a hearty laugh, feeling free.
His hand sliding up to the back of my neck has my breath hitching. My eyes widen and snap to his.
I watch his Adam's apple bob on a swallow. He looks between my lips and my eyes. My heart stops then tumbles over itself at the way his eyes darken with desire. My breath comes shallow now, the dancing forgotten.
“Tell me stop, Alli.” He whispers, those blue eyes flicking down to my lips again. He doesn't move closer and doesn't move away as he waits for my answer. I'm frozen for a moment as his breath tickles my lip. So close I can all but taste the mint of his toothpaste.
I should tell him no. This is so soon. Have some semblance of self-preservation. Self-respect even. I have an actual rule for myself for God’s sake.
And yet…
I give the slightest shake of my head as my voice comes out in a breathless whisper. “Don’t stop.”
Just like that, his hand slides up into my hair, and his lips meet mine in an all-consuming kiss.
Something in my chest explodes and sends shrapnel of pleasure down my limbs.
I run my hand up his solid chest, his neck and into his short, wavy hair.
I don't pull, just grip it tightly, making him groan against my mouth.
His hand squeezes my thigh tighter just below the hem of my dress.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, letting my teeth scrape softly. Hoping he can feel what I’m asking for. More.
That seems to snap something in him because he whips me back up without letting go of my leg. Instead, he hooks it around his waist and presses me into the counter behind me with his hips.
He licks the seam of my lips asking for entry and I immediately open for him, wanting– no needing him closer.
All thoughts and responsibilities fly out the window on the first stroke of his tongue against mine. It sounds crazy considering I was married for nine years but I had never been kissed with tongue. I had no idea what I was missing out on.
I make the split-second decision when he intrudes my mouth again to experiment, and I give his tongue a gentle suck.
He actually growls– I thought that only happened in books and I never imagine it sounding that sexy– and rocks his hips into me. And holy mother of– I can feel just how much he's enjoying this.
My core throbs with need as he does it again, his cock pressing against the seam of his jeans creating the perfect friction against my center through the thin fabric.
I'm so worked up when he does it a torturously slow third time, we are panting into each other's mouths.
My lower belly coils tight and my pussy pulses around nothing.
I'm thankful for the loud music that covers these new sounds he's pulling from me.
"T-Tate..." His forehead is pressed to mine while I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders. I hang there on the edge, tense as hell, as I wait for him to grind into me again. When he doesn't, I let out a low whine chasing him with my hips.
He grins against my lips.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, do you?” He mumbles, not moving his mouth away from mine.
His tongue dives into my mouth at the same time his thumb easily finds my clit through my cotton panties. He rubs slow, tight circles.
I gasp.
Tate takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss.
I probably should be embarrassed about the wet spot already on my panties, but I can't find it in me to care. Not when he’s making it so hard to think. Not when it’s been so long since I felt this good.
I let my nails scratch a bit when they trail down his chest. I push them up under his shirt, needing to feel more of him.
His abs are sculpted with deep grooves that make me want to put the can of whipped cream to use.
He plants open mouth kisses in the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet, down my collar bone and the V of my dress.
My back arches into him, head falling back. Is this actually happening right now? Did I fall and hit my head?
His finger teases the crease of my thigh and pauses along the seam of my panties.
“May I?” I melt into him even more at his southern drawl.
“Yes, please.”
He expertly slides a thick finger past the side of my panties and gently teases my entrance with a slow circle before pressing it in deep.
“Fuuuck,” Then he flattens his tongue and licks up the curve of my neck. His teeth drag lightly on my earlobe. He pumps his finger in and out a few times before adding another.
I clench around him.
He groans low and buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deep. His mouth comes down on that sensitive part of my nec
“You're squeezing me so tight, baby.”
Then he does something to me that makes my vision explode with white before I can't take it anymore and let my eyes squeeze shut. His fingers are crooked upwards, massaging me in a place I thought was an urban legend.
I'm whimpering and moaning and falling apart in Tate's arms. He holds me up whispering sweet encouragement in my ear, as he continues to massage that magical spot. He's reduced my entire being to two fingers and the pad of his thumb.
“There you go. You’re doing so well, baby.” His voice is a rumble in my ear, sending me careening closer to the edge. “Fuck, you’re soaking my hand.”
My orgasm crashes over me so hard that an actual tear falls from the corners of my eye. My toes curl. My hands are digging into him, holding on for dear life.
I have no idea how long he holds me there, wringing every bit of pleasure from my shaking body.
I start to come down from the high, blinking up at him as he slowly withdraws from me and moves my underwear back into place.
He lets me down but stays pressed to me. My mouth falls open in lustful shock as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. His eyes close like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted and he wants— needs to savour it.
His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, followed by a lick and a soft nip.
“That was…” I don't know what to say and although this was rather sudden it doesn't feel awkward. I can't help but look down to where he's still harder than my granite countertops. I lightly brush my hand over the bulge.
His head tilts back on a sigh.
He's big, bigger than I’ve had before from what I can tell. I'm going over the ways I could try to please him when the doorbell rings. Once. I keep touching him hoping whoever it is will go away. I'm not expecting anyone. Then twice.
I meet Tate's gaze apologetically but still determined to ignore them, I give a little tug on his shirt, so he comes down for a kiss.
He does. My taste on his lips is intoxicating.
It rings three more times.
I let out an annoyed sigh. His lips are tipped up in an easy smile as he brushes the hair from my face with both hands. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“It's okay, Darlin. The boys will be down soon anyways. And…I need a minute to calm down while you open the door.”
I straighten my dress and run my hands over my hair before stomping to the door like a petulant toddler.