Page 40 of The Situation
He groans, the sound starting deep in his throat and shaking as it passes his lips. I fight to keep my eyes open as my third orgasm of the night sweeps through me.
Tate’s Adam’s apple bobs as the vein in his temple pulses like I saw on the plane.
He pounds into me harder and as deep as he’ll fit, as sweat drips from his forehead onto my chest. He groans again, his face turning red as the climax reaches him.
“Dammit,” he says through gritted teeth.
He sinks into me all the way, holding himself there as he fills the condom with his seed. My body heats as I hold my chest in both hands and moan his name. Back arched. Eyes closed. Pussy firing on all cylinders.
“Does that feel good?” I whisper, squeezing my muscles around him. “It feels so good to me, Tate.”
Finally, he blows out a breath as the last bit of my orgasm fades away. I open my eyes to find his waiting for me.
“Wow,” I say.
He grins in return as he pulls out of me. “I was going to ask you if that was as good for you as it was for me, but there’s no way.”
“Oh, there’s a way.” I giggle. “You’re three for three.”
He laughs. “So you were reminded that you enjoy oral, doggy style, and missionary?”
“No.”
His brows pinch together.
“I discoveredI loveall three of those things when delivered like you just did,” I say as he lies beside me. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
He presses his lips together and withholds whatever’s going through his mind. It doesn’t matter. I know he’s pleased with himself—as he should be.
“You said you wanted a bath with candles after dinner,” he says, lightly drawing a line down the center of my chest. “I have a bathtubandcandles.”
“So prepared.”
“I do aim to please.”
You do a damn good job of it.
He hops off the bed and removes the condom.
His body flexes—taut, tanned, and strong. He’s a total work of art.
When will I ever get to do this again? When will I ever find myself in bed with a man nearly half my age who is not only willing but also eager to do things to me that no man has ever done before?
I take a deep breath, fighting the uptick in my heartbeat.
“I’ll get a bath running for us,” he says, stretching his arms overhead. The candlelight casts a sexy shadow over him. “But don’t come into the en suite until I tell you, okay?”
“Hey, Tate?”
“What, gorgeous?”
Fuck it. “How about we forget the bath and see if you can go four for four?”
His smirk is sinful.
A delicious shudder heats my body, and my heart flutters wildly.Madly. This is the romance-novel passion I’ve dreamed of experiencing. It’s intense and passionate—potentially destructive, but that’s a dark moment I’m willing to push off until later.
The climax issoworth it.
