Page 97 of Ace of Spades
“You know what you have to do.” He teased all around her sensitive flesh with his lips and tongue.
“You’re a bastard.” She pulled the band out of his hair, letting it drop to the floor.
He chuckled. “But I’m your bastard.” He flicked his tongue over her sex, and she fisted her hand around his hair, pulling hard.
“Please,” she begged.
“Say it.” He stroked his tongue over her. “Say it, Taylor.”
“Dammit, Nate, I love you.”
As much as he’d wanted to hear the words from her mouth, he hadn’t been prepared for the pure rush of pleasure that surged though him. It was a good thing he was already on his knees, because he would have ended up on them.
Maybe any other man would have taken offense at how she’d said them, but it had been perfect for them. She was for sure going to make his life interesting, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Giving her what she wanted, it only took seconds before she cried out. He loved hearing his name on her lips.
When she put her hands on his shoulders for support, he stood, scooped her up, and carried her to the bed. She watched him undress, her gaze lowering with each piece of clothing he removed. By the time he stood in front of her in nothing but his briefs, he feared he was going to embarrass himself.
“Turn around,” she said, echoing his earlier command to him.
He obeyed, then glanced over his shoulder. “Do I pass inspection?”
She quirked a grin. “Can’t answer that yet. You’re well on the way, but I have to touch the merchandise first.”
It occurred to him that sex had been on autopilot before her. Get in, get what he needed, and then get out as fast as possible. He made sure the women got their pleasure, too, but even that had been on automatic. Step A, step B, step C in a learned routine of what women liked.
But with Taylor, everything was different. There was fun—something he’d never experienced where sex was concerned—and there was ... He wasn’t even sure he could explain it if he tried. There was just more. Of everything.
“Touch away,” he said, coming to the bed after discarding his briefs. He climbed over her, bracing himself on his hands and knees. “Make sure the merchandise meets your approval.”
“Mmm.” She put her hands on his hips, then trailed them over his ass. “So far so good.”
He kissed her then, starting with one corner of her mouth, teasing her with soft nips until she wrapped her arms around his neck, opened her mouth and thrust her tongue against his. As was the way with them, their kisses became a duel, a battle for supremacy. He pressed his body against hers, his shaft finding its way to thevof her sex, seeking entrance. Gasping, he pulled away and grabbed the condom he’d put on the nightstand when he’d removed his pants.
“Hurry,” she said, as if the few seconds it took to roll it on was too long.
When he covered her body with his, she put her hands on his waist, sliding along his ribs, and then down his back, exploring every inch of him. He guided himself inside her, groaning as he slid home. Leaning over her, he braced himself on his elbows and stared down at her. Her lips were moist and swollen from their kisses, her eyes were that deep blue that made them shimmer like pools of water.
He withdrew, then slid back in, slow strokes as he watched her face, loving the way she looked back at him, as if there was nothing in her world but him.
“I love you,” he said, and her soft smile filled his empty heart and soul.
Taylor would never get tired of hearing him say that. “I love you, too.” He laughed, except it wasn’t really a laugh. More like a rusty sound of happiness. “That’s five,” she whispered.
“Five what?” He thrust deep into her.
“Oh, that felt good.” She lifted her hips, meeting his rhythm. “Five times I’ve made you laugh.”
Another thrust. “I laugh.”
“No, you don’t, or at least you didn’t used to.” She gave her hands free rein to explore, loving the feel of his body, of the hard planes and muscles and the firm roundness of his butt.
He buried himself to the hilt, and she moaned a raspy “yes.” She wrapped her legs around his thighs, urging him to go faster, harder.
“Talk dirty to me, Nate.”
“Sweet Jesus,” he growled. He lifted onto his elbows and stared down at her with glittery eyes. “I’m going to whisper dirty things in your ear, do more dirty things to you with my mouth, and when I’m done with you, you’re going to be ruined for any other man but me.”
She already was. He smiled then, a very wicked smile that had her toes curling. Oh, God, she knew that look. She’d freed the beast, and the beast was hungry. He put his devious mouth to work on her breasts as he moved inside her slow and deep.
