Page 51 of Whiskey and Whispers
And it was home, here in his strong, warm arms.
Tate's hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and dip of her body as if he was trying to memorize her with his fingertips. Silly, because this wasn’t their first time. They’d seen all there was to see of one another, but it had been so long. They could pretend that it was the first time between them, discovering all the ways to bring pleasure to the other.
Cat fell back on the pillows, arching her back and inviting him closer, craving more of his touch. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making. The fire flickered and the rain beat on the roof, but they could have been anywhere on the planet.
Her hands roamed over his strong shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles underneath the cotton of his shirt as he pulled her even closer. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the heat between them. Tomorrow they’d have to ask all the right questions, but she didn’t care about any of that now. She wanted his bare skin pressed against hers, the weight of his body above her. She already knew how delicious he would feel.
Urgent fingers tugged at their clothing, tossing them haphazardly aside on the floor. Neither of them cared, intent only on getting as close as humanly possible.
His head dipped, his tongue tracing her nipple before moving to the other side to give equal treatment. She writhed underneath him, her nails digging into the skin of his arms. His name escaped from her lips, and it seemed to arouse him further, his hard length pressing against the softness of her belly.
When she’d been younger, she’d been shy and tentative with lovemaking. She truly hadn’t known what she was doing, andwas terrified of “doing it” wrong. She’d been rather passive, afraid to give in to her own strong desires.
At this point in her life, she had a bit more experience, and there was no way she could stop herself from touching Tate, too.
Her fingertips slid up his arms and over his wide shoulders before taking a trail down his ribcage. His skin and body, so different than her own, fascinated her completely. She wanted to know every inch of it, burn the images and emotions into her brain so she could call them up decades from now and remember it all.
Pressing her lips to his stubbled jaw, she could taste the tang of salt on her tongue even as she breathed in his heady scent. Her deep need for this man should have deeply shocked her, even scared her, but it all seemed right and natural. Perhaps the universe had always known that they’d end up together.
It was only Tate and she who hadn’t had a clue. A couple of oblivious idiots.
Tate’s lips traveled down her torso, dipping a tongue into her belly button and dropping butterfly kisses onto her hips before gently pushing her thighs apart.
Oh.This.They hadn’t done this before. They’d done plenty of exploring, but not this.
With the first touch of his mouth and tongue, Cat’s world shattered into a million pieces, the shards dancing in the firelight as fireworks exploded in her brain, short-circuiting any lucid thought she might have had.
She could only feel. That was it. Nothing else.
“Tate, now.”
She barely recognized her own voice, as if a stranger were pleading with him. But there were only the two of them, and he seemed to understand her raw urgency.
“Are you ready for me, Kitty Cat?”
He hovered above her, his weight on his hands as he looked down at her with such a tender expression it almost made her want to cry. How on earth had she gone so long without him?
“Yes. Now.”
Her hands tugged him closer, his cock nudging at her entrance. Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, she closed her eyes in bliss as he slid into the hilt, rubbing at deliciously sensitive spots on the way.
Like two pieces of a puzzle, they fit together perfectly.
Tate paused for a moment, bending his head to give her a breathtaking kiss, his tongue delicately tracing her lips before capturing them with his own.
They began to move together, awkward and unsure at first, but eventually found the right rhythm. Their gazes locked as his strokes sped up, neither one of them wanting to look away for even a second. She didn’t want to miss a moment of his expression as he moved closer to orgasm.
Her own climax was building again, a coil of arousal tightening in her abdomen with every thrust. At one point, he slightly changed angles, and it was sweeter than she’d ever known it could be.
“Yes, there. Tate, yes,” she chanted between pants of breath. It was simply far too good to last, though. She was so close, and she could feel Tate tensing as well, his body rigid. “Yes, faster.”
The temperature in the room felt like a sauna, and a fine sheen of sweat covered their skin. Cat opened her mouth to urge him on further, but instead her climax slammed into her, leaving her speechless with its force and intensity.
Forcing her eyelids open, she watched as Tate’s orgasm had him throwing his head back, the veins on his neck standing out in sharp relief. It didn’t seem possible, but he was even more sexy and gorgeous than she’d ever seen him before.
His teeth snapped together and his jaw tight, she heard her name spoken softly right before his head dropped and he collapsed onto the bed, pulling her into his side.
Everything had changed. There was no going back, only forward. If it didn’t work out with Tate, she didn’t have any idea what she was going to do.
