Page 59 of Safe With Me
“Hot damn.” I stepped in to cup one cheek of her curvy little ass, bared by the way her pink panties were cut high. I flicked a camisole strap down her arm, so the fabric slid down the curve of her breast. “Sugar, you are fucking gorgeous.”
Pleasure glinted in her eyes, drawing me in, and I cupped her cheek, holding her mouth under mine. Desire settled in my gut, drawing the muscles there as tight as my balls, my dick pressing against my zipper.
I pulled away to unzip and jerked my chin. “Get on the bed.”
“You are not in charge here, Tate Edwards.”
Bending to tug off one boot, then the other, I shoved down my jeans. “Get on the bed, Hannah.”
She didn’t move – of course, she didn’t move. On a rough sigh, I leaned down, wrapped an arm about her knees and lifted her, ignoring her squeal but wincing when she dug her nails into my arms. Hell, that was much more pleasant when she clawed me when we were both in the middle of an orgasm.
I dumped her on the bed, and she scrambled up on her elbows. Holding that hazel gaze, dark and glimmering with desire and intrigue, I hooked a finger on both sides of those pink panties and slid them down. Once I had them off, I tossed them over my shoulder. She stared at me, chest flushed, lips parted. Grabbing one pretty ankle, I tugged her toward the foot and went to my knees. She froze, and I planted a palm on her belly, nudged her knees apart with my shoulders, and lowered my head to draw my tongue through the wetness already gathering there.
“Oh.” Above my head, she sighed, a breathy sound, and I grinned, running my hand up over her calf and thigh to open her to me, all pink and pretty and wet.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I murmured against her, and her belly quivered under my palm. I wanted to show her how perfect she was, how important. This was all about her. I tasted her, teasing her clit, tonguing her and sucking, nipping a little. With a couple of fingers, I spread her wetness around, lapping and stroking, drinking in every little moan. I slid a couple of fingers inside, thrusting, pressing against that spot I’d learned with pinpoint accuracy.
“Tate.” She grabbed my hair and rubbed against my face. My dick twitched, bobbing against my stomach. Fuck, she was hot, and I was so damn hard for her I ached.
I swirled around her clit, pressed a little harder, and she exploded, contracting around my fingers, bowing against my palm, coming all over my face with a sharp cry.
Chuckling, I brought her down, gentling her, and pulled back to grab my wallet. I’d started carrying my own condom, not wanting to use what she’d bought for some other guy. Not too proud to admit I was a territorial asshole when it came to her. I ripped the plastic open and stood up, my legs a little shaky with anticipation. Hannah slid to sit on the edge of the bed, hands all over my thighs and belly. She cupped me while I rolled on the condom, and I hissed at the raw surge over my nerves.
“Come on, baby.” An arm about her waist, I hauled her up the bed and came down between her thighs. She gripped my ass when I sank into her, one long stroke that had me groaning. “Fuck.”
“Yes.” She arched under me. “Please.”
I laughed, pulling out to thrust back in. Lord help me, that slow, wet slide, the way she gripped me like she never wanted to let me go. I kept us just that slow, drawing it out, because I never wanted to leave her, either.
Head thrown back, she lifted her hips, grinding into me. “Touch me.”
Not like I wasn’t going to oblige her. Planting a hand by her head, I reached between us, circling her clit while I pushed into her.
“Umhmm.” She pressed her nails into my ass. “Oh, that’s good, Tate.”
Watching her pretty breasts bounce, pleasure flushing her chest and neck, I tried to breathe, my chest tight with emotion. My spine tingled, and I gritted my teeth. Wanted her to come again before I did. I flicked at her clit and thrust a little harder, faster. She locked her feet around my thighs, panting.
“That’s it, baby.” I ground into her, rubbing into her clit, and she came apart, nails scoring me, that sweet pussy fluttering and grasping at me. I held on for two more strokes until the orgasm barreled up my spine, whiting out my vision. My hips pumped forward, a yell ripped from my throat while I spilled into the condom.
Shaking, I collapsed, forearm by her head to keep my weight off her. She gasped beneath me, belly sliding against mine. With a lazy little laugh, she slid her fingers up from my ass to my lower back then along my spine, and I shivered in her arms. My fucking scalp tingled.
“Hannah,” I breathed, face buried against her neck, her sweet, fresh scent blending with the sharp smell of us together, all over me. I sucked in a harsh breath, trying to get my brain in working order. Eyes closed, I turned my mouth against her skin.I love you.
Shit.
Holyfuck.
Chapter Sixteen
Tate
Hannah’s elbow dug into my ribs, and I winced, shifting a little to the right. Hands behind my head, I stared at the ceiling fan, whirling on the lowest setting in the early morning sunlight. I’d slept like shit, probably due more to my tangled up feelings than Hannah being a bad bedfellow, although she was a restless sleeper.
My head was a mess. ThatI love youhad pressed against the inside of my lips, burning to get out. I didn’t really feel that, right? I cared a lot about Hannah, and we were fucking hot together. That could make a guy feel strong things, but it didn’t mean I loved her.
Because I’d promised myself I wasn’t going there.
I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. Next to me, Hannah stirred, tracing an easy caress down my stomach. “You snore.”
