Page 36 of Tell Me No Lies

It's also likely I know this will bring me one step closer to falling for him completely, and that thought terrifies me.

He already occupies so many of my thoughts. So much of my day. So much of my life. I'm coming dangerously close to letting him have it all. To losing myself. To being so consumed by him that nothing else matters.

But this is just a secret. Something no one else will know about, and that means it's almost like it's not even happening, right?

Right..

Slowly, I pull my hand from between us, giving him the access he's asked for. Anticipation curls in my belly as I wait for him to do something, but Tate’s eyes remain on mine. For a second I think he simply hasn’t noticed that my hand’s gone, but then he softly whispers, "Good girl."

Those two words melt my insides and light every nerve ending I have on fire, leaving me a burning, liquid pool of need.

I continue watching—even more unable to pull my eyes from him—as Tate’s mouth lowers, bypassing the area I just revealed to press against the inside of my thigh. The kiss is soft and sweet and gives me a second to breathe. He turns his head, placing another kiss on my opposite thigh in the same spot. I relax a little more, loosen the grip I have on the blankets under me.

His eyes come back to mine. "Ready?"

My throat tightens because he's being so careful. So considerate. Knows I'm nervous but also understands how much I want this.

I nod. "Ready."

His lips twitch, tipping into a little smirk. "You think."

That little taunt is enough to have me scoffing, the sound cutting off abruptly when his mouth meets my body. Changing to another unholy sound I can’t believe comes from me.

I’ve thought about this act. Imagined what it might feel like. How it might be. I wasn’t even close.

The slick, soft glide of his tongue steals the breath I still haven’t fully caught and has my thighs locking at his ears. “Holy shit.” My hands go back to grabbing at the blankets under me. I need to hold onto something, and I’m afraid if I grab Tate’s hair, I’ll pull every strand from his scalp.

Before when Tate and I came together it was frenzied and fast. Mindless and out of control. That’s not how this is.

Every move he makes is careful and precise. The second I suck in a breath or twitch, whatever caused the reaction is repeated until he has a whole arsenal of motions to use against me.

And then Tate attacks, circling his tongue around my clit as his fingers sink into my body, the new addition making my back arch away from the mattress.

He hums out a low, almost growly sound of satisfaction as his lips purse, the gentle sucking nearly making me come unglued as my pussy clenches around his stroking fingers. The flex of my walls makes him drag across something inside me.

“Ungh.”

The sound that comes out of me can best be described as a grunt and it lifts Tate’s eyes to my face. They stay locked on mine as his free hand releases my thigh and slides up to press against my lower belly, just above my pubic bone.

The next slide of his fingers drags against that spot even more and I fucking scream, unable to stop myself as the climax Tate’s been carefully building suddenly combusts, exploding through me with an intensity that seizes my muscles and steals any control I thought I had over my own body.

Because it’s not mine anymore. I think it might be his.

Tate’s motions slow, becoming leisurely and indulgent as I slowly come down, limp and pleasure drunk. As the length of his body eases up the mattress beside mine, a little of the haze clears and I roll toward him, ready to do a little touching and tasting of my own. I want to see if I can make him lose control as easily as he managed it with me.

I bet I can.

But when I try to slide my hand into his pants, Tate catches my wrist and lifts it to his mouth, brushing a kiss across the knuckles I foolishly put in his way before. “Not tonight.”

I start to argue, because that’s what I do. I argue. “But—”

Tate shakes his head as he loops my arm around his waist before pulling me close. “Just relax, Sugar. You’ve got a busy weekend coming up.”

I tuck my head under his chin, ear pressed to his chest, breathing deep as I listen to his heartbeat. I’m not sure how I feel about this evening being so one-sided, but it doesn’t seem like Tate is going to budge on that, so I try to relax like he requested. It’s not too tough since Tate’s tracing slow circles over my back, the slow drag of his fingers making my lids feel heavy.

“You never told me why you came over here.” His deep voice reverberates under my ear.

I blow out a breath, the weight of what we’re about to do coming back with a vengeance. “I’m nervous about tomorrow.” I’m not sure I would admit that to anyone but him. And I only do because it feels like we’re in this together. A team. “I’m afraid I’m going to fuck everything up.” I snuggle closer, the warmth of his skin just as soothing as his touch. “That I’m going to say or do the wrong thing and they’ll figure out I’m a heathen who colors her hair and shoots Jäger.”

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