Page 95 of Fighting for Scarlett

“You are all those things, Scarlett. All of them and so much more.”

“Only to you,” she said, but the smile on her face told him it was enough even before she said the words. “But that’s all I ever needed. You're all I’ll ever need.”

Those words should terrify him considering everything he’d thought he hadn't wanted, but they didn't. Instead, they warmed him and stoked the fire of his desire for this woman who so bravely bared her heart and soul for the world to see, regardless of the consequences.

“The bedroom,” she said.

“Your wish is my command. Forever, Scarlett, not just for tonight,” Tate promised as he stood, lifting her with him. “I’ll always do everything within my power to make you happy. To make you feel treasured. So you never again feel alone and unwanted.”

“I know you will.”

With her legs wrapped around his hips, her hot center was pressed against the bulge in his pants, and when she began to rock against him, Tate groaned as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. They hadn't had sex since before Scarlett was kidnapped the second time, and because he knew what she’d been threatened with, he intended to make sure she had complete control over what happened between them.

Despite her assurances she didn't have any fears about sex, he wanted to make sure that was true. After all she’d been through, he wanted tonight to be perfect for her. Wanted everything in her life to be perfect from here on out.

In the bedroom, he set her on her feet but stopped her when she went to reach for the hem of her sweater. “Let me undress you, baby.”

Her smile was sweet and shy, and utter perfection. Scarlett let her hands drop to her sides, and he pulled one arm from the sleeve, touching a kiss to her palm, and then the inside of her wrist, kissing his way up to her shoulder. Then he repeated the process with her other arm, taking his time, keeping the kisses featherlight, enjoying the way tiny goosebumps broke out on her petal soft skin.

With her arms free, he quickly tugged the sweater over her head and tossed it aside, then stripped off her yoga pants and panties, leaving her perfectly naked before him. There wasn’t a single part of her delectable body he didn't want to kiss and touch. Those long lean legs wrapped around his waist as he sunk into her tight, wet heat would be pure bliss, and those perfect breasts of hers were practically begging to be licked and sucked.

“Umm, Tate? I can't help but notice things are a little uneven,” Scarlett said, voice husky with desire, indicating her naked body and his fully clothed one.

“Then we better rectify that, hadn't we, sweetheart?” Pulling his T-shirt over his head, it quickly joined her clothes on the floor as did his sweat pants and boxers.

After trailing along his pecs, and abs, Scarlett’s gaze landed on his erection and stuck there. She did that cute thing again where her tongue darted out to sweep across her bottom lip, and right now it sent every drop of blood not already headed south zinging straight there.

“The things you do to me,” he murmured as he scooped her up and laid them both down on the bed.

“What do I do to you?”

“The craziest things. I didn't know I could feel like this,” he admitted as he rolled onto his back so Scarlett was on top.

“I didn't know either. It’s almost too much, and yet at the same time, the fullness feels like … perfection. Happiness. Belonging.” As she spoke she lifted her hips so they were right above his hard length and sunk down just enough to take the tip of him inside her.

While he was certainly no teenage boy who came before his girl did, just the smallest feel of Scarlett around him was almost enough to make him come.

Not that he had any intention of hurrying her.

Tonight was Scarlett’s night, and he was going to let her do whatever she wanted. Even if it was the most exquisite torture.

Instead, as she sank down slowly, one inch at a time, and her head fell back in delight, he claimed one of her breasts that was thrust forward as his other hand found her bud and began to work it over. Her pebbled nipples and bundle of nerves responded to his touch, and he could feel the pleasure beginning to hum through her body in the small tremors that rippled through it.

Each tug of a nipple, each swipe of his thumb across her bud, elicited another moan from her lips. His length jerked and pulsed as Scarlett took more of it inside her, and by the time he was finally buried deep, he was clinging to control so he didn't grab her hips and began to thrust into her, pushing both of them over the edge.

Staying in the moment, focused purely on the expression of bliss on Scarlett’s face, he held onto his control as she began to rock her hips, finding a rhythm that worked for her. Lifting her hips until only his tip remained inside her, she sank back down again, then she’d roll her hips bringing him dangerously close to coming, before lifting up again.

Their breathing began to grow choppy as they drew ever closer to the inevitable.

Desperation had his fingers working faster, pressing harder as he tweaked her nipples, and rolled her bundle of nerves between a thumb and forefinger.

“I'm so close, Tate, but I can't … I can't get there,” Scarlett whispered in a tortured voice.

“I got you, sweetheart, always.” Grabbing her hips, he positioned his hands so that with every thrust, his fingertips would graze her bud and set a faster pace, a harder pace, shoving everything he felt for her into each thrust.

Her internal muscles began to quiver, each breath more a pant, he felt her getting tighter, and then all of a sudden, she snapped. Her head fell back as a scream of pleasure tore through her and his name tumbled from her lips.

Allowing himself to hit his release it exploded through him with a ferocity he hadn't been expecting, although he probably should have.

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