Until You
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Don’t do this now, I begged silently.
“Let’s just get out of here,” I suggested. “I’m in the mood for more than a quickie.”
“Well, I’ve never had a quickie,” she taunted. “Unzip me.”
I sucked in a breath, throbbing in my pants and too ready for her.
As soon as I’d undone her dress, which fell down and sat at her waist, we were both at the point of no return.
“Where’d my good girl go?” I teased, but I loved it.
Bad only for me.
She was a drug, and I was higher than a kite. In no time at all, my hands were all over her smooth, heavenly back, and my lips were buried in her warm neck.
Her urgent fingers worked my tie and the buttons of my shirt, and I cupped her br**sts, eating up every little moan and gasp that came out of her mouth. She was so sensitive on her chest. I circled one arm behind her back and ran the other hand up and down one of her br**sts, feeling her nipple get harder every time I trailed across it.
“Jared,” she whispered, wrapping an arm around my neck and kissing me. “I really am a good girl, but tonight I want to be really, really bad.”
Goddamn. She was killing me, and I swear every time our lips came together, I was about to explode. I couldn’t wait until we got home.
Fuck it.
I ripped open my shirt, a few buttons flying off in the process, while I watched, half-dazed, as she peeled off the rest of her clothes, leaving only her nude-colored high heels on.
Wow.
My heart raced, my mouth went dry, and my breathing sped up. All of my blood rushed south, and I was harder than a f**king brick. I was definitely in a lot more pain than I’d ever been before.
I needed to get inside of her.
“Fuck, Tate.” I caressed as much of her as I could reach and kissed her hard. Tightening every muscle in my body, I had to force myself not to throw her on the goddamn bed. “I’m sorry. I want to go slow with you. It’s just so hard. Do you think in ten years I’ll finally get to where I’ll actually need foreplay to get hard with you?”
She stood there, brave and bold, knowing she had me under her thumb.
I took a condom out of my pocket, placed it on the nightstand and peeled off the rest of my clothes, sighing in relief when my dick sprang free.
Picturing what I wanted to do to Tate wasn’t nearly as painful as seeing her look at me. She looked down my body, almost like she wanted to take the time to study it or something. Reaching out her hand, I nearly jumped when she started stroking me.
I exhaled hard in short, heavy breaths.
This was something she hadn’t really done yet. Explored my body like this.
Her eyes seemed amazed and curious, and I didn’t want to miss this for anything. She watched me respond to her, how I grew and jerked at her soft but strong touch, and I didn’t think I could be on fire any more than I was.
Shit, baby. Now, now, now…
I couldn’t f**king take it anymore. It could’ve been the heels, her body, or the way she blew my mind just being herself, but I was done for.
Grabbing the condom, I tore open the wrapper and slipped the sucker on, not taking an eye off of her.
Pulling her close, I crushed her body with mine, feeling her hot, na**d skin melting into mine.
She broke contact and whispered in my ear. “My turn.”
What?
My eyes widened, not sure what she meant until she pushed my back on the bed and came down to straddle on top of me.
My dick was pressed to her warm, wet opening, and I squeezed her hips, almost growling.
“You’re perfect. Perfect for me,” I said, feeling the soft, sexy skin in my hands.
Goddammit, I needed her. Now.
Her blonde hair spilled around her, and she was an animal, looking at me like she knew exactly how to kill me.
Lifting up, she slowly came down as I guided my c**k inside of her. She was so small that we needed help, and I had no problem with that.
Pleasure swept over me like a wave of heat as I laid back and felt her warmth coat me. I put a hand on her breast and another on her hip, touching and guiding.
“Tell me you like it, Tate.” I had to know that she loved this. That she was going to come back for more.
That she was my girlfriend.
I never wanted to give anyone that title, because I thought I wouldn’t be able to make the commitment.
That wasn’t it.
I already had a girlfriend. All along, even though we were enemies, no one could take Tate’s place.
Tell me, baby. Say it.
“I…” she gasped as she moved her h*ps in a wild, you-better-do-that-all-damn-night motion that had me breathing hard.
I jerked my h*ps up, pushing deeper inside of her. “Say it.”
Her eyebrows pinched together in the good kind of pain as she stumbled over the words. “I love it.” She smiled. “I love it with you.”
I shot up and wrapped my arms around her back and buried my face in her chest, taking a firm breast in my mouth.
“You taste like candy,” I whispered against her skin as I dragged out a nipple between my teeth. “You’re not getting any f**king sleep tonight, Tatum Brandt. You know that, right?”
“Do you?” she shot back, taking my face in her hands.
Such a handful.
“There’s something I didn’t tell you last week when…when we were in your room.”
We laid underneath the covers, na**d and happily exhausted, staring up at the ceiling.
I caressed her arm as she rested her head under my chin.