Page 19 of Edge
I gasped, every muscle in my body tightening at once. The threat should have made me bristle. Instead, it sent a bolt of desire racing through me.
His gaze dropped to my parted lips, then lower still. He noticed. Of course he did. The man never missed a thing.
“You like that.”
I shook my head on instinct, but it was weak, betraying me.
“Liar.” The word rumbled out of him as his hand slid up my thigh and squeezed, just shy of indecent. “Your body is telling a different story.”
“Tatum…” I breathed his name like a plea.
That broke whatever restraint he had left. He moved fast, one arm hooking around my waist, dragging me across his lap.
A shocked sound escaped me. “Wait?—”
“Not waiting.” His voice was molten steel. “You wanted to know if I meant what I said about you being mine? You’re about to learn I don’t play games with you, baby.”
The first smack landed quick and sharp over the thin cotton of my panties. My whole body jolted, a cry catching in my throat. He rubbed the sting away with a slow caress that made my head spin.
“That’s for doubting me.” His hand smoothed over the curve of my butt, deceptively gentle. Then another smack followed, harder this time, the sound echoing in the room. “And that’s so you don’t forget again.”
My skin tingled, and my breath came shallow. I should have been mortified. Instead, every nerve felt alive, strung tight, and aching for more.
He bent low, lips brushing my ear. “You belong to me, Callie. Every inch. Every breath. Mine.”
A shiver tore through me, sharp and unstoppable. My thighs pressed together, desperate for relief.
He noticed that too. His laugh was dark and satisfied. “Knew it.”
Before I could gather my thoughts, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the couch cushions with his weight. His mouth claimed mine in a brutal kiss. I whimpered into it, clinging to his shoulders, already lost.
“Gonna fuck you so deep,” he growled against my lips, “you’ll never question what you mean to me again.”
“Yes,” I gasped when he ground his thick length against my core.
I shivered as Tatum caught me around the waist, pulling me up with him. His strong hands lifted me effortlessly, and when I met his gaze, my breath caught—his eyes were filled with heat that made my heart race. Before I could speak, his lips crashed onto mine, fierce and hungry, as he started to carry me toward the bedroom.
We didn’t make it that far, though. Instead, he hoisted me onto the kitchen island, his hands firm on my butt. Heat surged through me, my body responding before my mind could catch up.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and when he yanked me to the edge of the counter, pressing his hard length against my core, a moan escaped me. I wiggled closer, desperate for more of him.
His lips left mine, trailing fire down my neck to my collarbone, each kiss igniting sparks under my skin. Then he whipped the shirt I’d borrowed over my head, leaving me exposed in just my pair of pink panties.
His eyes darkened, a growl rumbling from his chest. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
My breasts heaved under his gaze. His mouth latched onto one stiff nipple, and I melted back onto the cool island, moaning as his tongue licked while his teeth nibbled. My hands tangled in his hair, my back arching to offer more of myself to him, craving every touch.
He moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, and I felt the ache between my legs grow unbearable. His tongue traced a path down the valley of my breasts, circling my belly button, pausing at the waistband of my panties.
Unwrapping my legs from his waist, his hands glided from my hips to my ankles and back, sending shivers through me.
“These are so damn sweet and hot as fuck, baby.” He yanked the cotton material down my legs. “But I like you even better when you’re completely naked for me. And only ever me.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, blinking through the fog of lust clouding my mind as he slid his hands under my butt, lifting me higher. His head dipped, and his tongue ran up the center of my pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“So wet,” he groaned, his voice vibrating against my skin. “I can never seem to get enough of you, baby.”
“More,” I moaned, my voice breathy and desperate. “Please, Tatum.”
