Page 47 of Safe With Me
A bright smile lit her face. She reached for the hem of her tank and stripped it off. My heart fucking stopped. She was . . .
I cupped the curve of her jaw, playing with the shell of her ear. “You are so damned beautiful.”
So damn pretty, from the line of her bare shoulders to the plump breasts, her nipples furled and tight, over the soft plane of her belly and hips. Simply fucking gorgeous, and I wanted to touch her all over. For so long, I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting for this, so I made myself take my time.
With my other hand I traced from her hip to waist to hip again, testing the silkiness of skin against the smooth fabric of her leggings. On a purr of approval, she shoved her waistband down.
“Wait.” I laid my hand over her, stopping the black fabric’s downward trajectory. Wait? While she was getting naked with me? I’d lost my motherfucking mind.
Hannah stared at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t want you to regret this.” I trailed a knuckle along the edge of her waistband, over the slight rise of her hip. Those curves . . . man, they deserved a slow exploration, like a lazy drive on a backroad. “That’ll come back to bite me in the ass later.”
“Tate, I’m able to separate emotions from sex.” She sat back on her butt, eyeing me with a slight frown. “I know how to not catch feelings.”
My brows dipped so hard my forehead stung. Iwantedher to catch feelings for me. Not love per se, but enough she didn’t want anybody else.
“Tate.” Her voice was a little breathless. “Stop overthinking. I want this and I won’t be mad later. I want to forget a little while.”
Something about that poked and nagged at me, a mosquito on a summer evening, but I gave in anyway. Hannah Hall was half-naked with me, and I hadn’t lost my motherfucking mind after all.
I cupped her breast with just the tips of my fingers. “Here or the bed?”
An odd hesitancy flitted over her face and was gone. Curling her fingers into the waistband, she shoved her leggings down and peeled them off. “Here.”
She went for my button and zipper while I explored the soft rise and fall of her ribcage. A finger slid over my obliques, sensation zinging out over my nerves, and I hissed in a breath.
With a grin, she pushed at my jeans. “Take them off.”
Standing, I shucked them and kicked them aside. Her gaze fell on my dick, the head bobbing toward my belly. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this hard, and when she licked her lips, looking at me, fuck if I didn’t get harder.
Bracing a knee on the couch, I cupped a breast in each hand – fucking perfect, round and soft and overflowing my palms. Her tight nipples pouted, and I thumbed them, smiling when she moaned and arched into my touch.
I went to my knees and pressed a kiss above her navel. Muscles fluttered under my mouth. Still playing with her nipples, I moved lower, nipping above her bush.
“Oh.” She laughed, a husky sound full of arousal I felt all the way to my soul.
“I’m clean,” I growled against her lower belly.
“Me, too.” She gasped, undulating under me when I tweaked a nipple harder.
Dragging my nose through those raw silk curls, I tasted her, swirling my tongue around her swollen clit. She buried a hand in my hair, tilting her hips up. I lost myself in the sweet fucking scent of her, warm and musky and so, so perfect.
How the hell hadn’t I known I was waiting for this?
She was soaking, completely wet for me. I abandoned one of her breasts and brought those fingers to trace through the wetness. Suckling, I dipped a pair of fingers inside. Fuck, she was hot and soft and wet. And needy, her flesh gripping me while she tilted into my hand.
“That’s good.” She pulled my hair, and I scraped my teeth over her clit, grinning when she jumped and tugged harder.
“Are you on anything?” Her skin muffled my voice, and I licked her, once, twice.
“No.” She was breathless, holding onto my head, sliding against my face.
“Shit.” Walgreens was right next door, but I really didn’t want to make a run. “I don’t have anything on me.”
“Wait.” She shoved me back and scrambled off the couch to run naked to her bedroom. Her ass and thighs jiggled, muscles flexing. My Lord.
The return view was just as good, breasts bouncing, and the sway of those hips and thighs again. She dropped a strip of two or three condoms on the coffee table. I was a jealous fucker, so I didn’t want to think about why she had a supply of condoms in her bedroom.
