Page 44 of Revelry
My breath hitched, mind flashing back.Do you want to kiss me, Tate?
I shook my head. “No Tate. I’m not asking you again.”
“Yes, Gertrude, you will.”
“Tate,” I sighed, desperate for him to close those final inches between our mouths. But my stubborn pride wouldn’t let me.
“Trust me,” he murmured, sliding his tongue across my lower lip. “Please.”
My body tightened with arousal, on edge and the only thing that would tip me over was if hedidn’tkiss me right now.
It wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
He swooped down, sealing his lips over mine. They were hard and unyielding but I coaxed and softened them with my own, showing him how it could be, not how it had to be.
I felt the moment he gave in. His body slumped against mine like he sank into me, and he huffed into my mouth in surrender. I swirled our tongues together and he cupped my jaw, tilting for a better, deeper angle.
It wasn’t so much a battle as a defeat.
He fed me kiss after breathtaking kiss. My lips chasing his each time he pulled back because I hadn’t had enough, not even close. I’d never kissed like this before. Like this was the main event, not the build-up, not the foreplay before the finale.
And Tate kissed like he did everything else, with a dedication and thoroughness that had me melting into a puddle of mush at his feet.
He pulled away, nipping his way down my neck, his hands running up my thighs, hitching my dress higher.
“This fucking dress,” he growled. “Giving me a heart attack all night. I know you did it on purpose to mess with me.”
I made a noise in the back of my throat as he gripped my ass and hefted me onto the countertop. I didn’t disagree. I couldn’t say I hadn’t wanted this. Maybe I had wanted to get him all riled up. See what broke his façade.
And now I knew. It was me.
He tugged me to him forcefully, my core hitting him and sending pleasure through me.
“Wider,” he grunted, tapping my knees. I spread my legs and he fell into the cradle. My hands tangled in his hair as he sucked on my pulse. He was going to leave a mark but I didn’t care. I wanted everyone to see what he’d done to me.
He kissed his way across my jaw and covered my mouth again, pushing his tongue between my lips and I sucked hard.The low rumble coming from the back of his throat had me whimpering.
“Goddamn, the noises you’re making are going to finish me off, sugar.” His rough words teased against my skin, made me needy. I rubbed myself against him, desperate for relief.
I whimpered again. I couldn’t help it.
“Undo my belt,” he commanded. My pulse pounded, my clit throbbed. My hands fumbled with excitement. He was going to fuck me on the kitchen counter, and I couldn’t wait.
Thisis what I’d needed. I already knew this was going to be the best sex of my life and my eagerness had me shaking with need.
I unclipped his belt and looked up to see him watching my hands, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with lust. His cock was hard beneath his jeans and I ached to feel the sheer length of him inside me. I tugged his belt free but it caught on the last loop so I pulled harder. The end of the belt whipped out and hit the box of baking soda on the counter, knocking it on the floor.
“Oops,” I giggled and lifted my head, desperate for another kiss but Tate was looking at the floor. I tilted forward, following his stare and saw the baking soda spilled out everywhere. He removed his hands from my waist, his expression stricken again.
“Tate?” I shivered, now cold from his warmth not consuming me.
“Such a mess,” he murmured. “Not perfect.”
“What?” I reached for him, and he pulled away from my touch, his rejection stinging me.
“I need to clean this up.” He grabbed a broom and some floor cleaner from under the sink.
