My stomach tilts and turns merely looking at his chest, his coiled, tight stomach, and his mouthwatering square jawline. This is the first time I’ve felt anything even remotely similar to what everyone tells me love is. Confusing it with lust was a concern until I realized I was holding myself back—standing in my own way. I perceived him as a jerk in the beginning because that’s what I labeled him. My self-doubt wouldn’t let me believe a man likeTahoe would choose a woman like me. Here we are, though. His body inches away from mine, my pulse echoing inside my ears, and my hands reaching up to his shoulders to pull his body against mine.
I want him. I choose him.
“I need to see you naked,” he says, breaking the kiss to push up on his arms, his eyes telling me it truly is aneed. Naked. Naked. Naked. The word ricochets around my mind as the realness of this hits. He senses the panic, shaking his head. “I can hold myself back. I’m not a complete caveman, Caroline. We’re not having sex tonight. Not yet.”
Biting my lip, the fear slips out. “Why not tonight?” I ask, admiring the veins pulsing on his biceps, and then focus my gaze on his.
“We defined this,” he says, sitting back on his knees, pulling me to sit in front of him, “as something we wanted to take slow. Raise your arms,” he says. Lifting them above my head feels strange, but the feral smile on his face tells me this is going to be fun. He slides my dress over my head in one fluid movement. He tosses it on the chair in the corner of the room without taking his eyes off my body. I planned for this, knowing something like this was going to take place tonight. The bra and panties are matching—a cotton candy pink set.
“You’re perfect,” Tahoe rasps, trailing his fingers over my shoulders and down my arms, his gaze following in their wake.
“But not perfect enough to have sex with?”
He sucks in a noisy breath. “That’s what you think?That I don’t want to rip off those tiny panties and fuck you until you can’t walk straight for a week?” He shakes his head, a wide smile on his face. “That’s why I can’t have sex with you tonight, Caroline. I need to ease myself into you. Us. Literally. I want you terribly.”
“Oh,” I say, swallowing hard. “I just assumed you were used to having sex whenever you wanted.”
He slides the bra straps down my arms until my breasts spring free. “I’m not used to having sex with you,” he replies. “Can I kiss you?” His gaze darts up to meet mine. It’s a plea.
I grin, but then his blue eyes dip down to my panties, and I understand his meaning. “Yes,” I squeak out. Talk about rounding the bases at warp speed. Tahoe leans over and kisses one nipple and then another. My whole body shudders in pleasure, even my lips tingle. The way he reaches behind my body and unclasps my bra with one hand sends a flood of wetness between my legs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. This is a trait I want in a man. Need in a man. His confidence will rub off on me, and I’ll feed off it.
The bulge in the front of his jeans is protruding large and in charge. He’s adjusted it at least half a dozen times since we’ve been in my bedroom. The curiosity is almost too much to bear. “Lay back,” he orders, putting a huge palm on my chest to ease me down.
As he edges nearer, I let my fingers trace the dark blue tattoos etched on his chest and arms. He watches the movement with interest, but I see the goose bumps riseon his skin. “You’re a magician,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss a freckle on my stomach, and then the other two close by. “You do things to me I can’t explain.”
I try to keep my head in the conversation, but with his lips searing against my skin, it’s hard to think about anything except what I want. More. More of him. All of him. All over me. Inside me. However I can get him. His kisses make me greedy. “That feels so good,” I say, letting my eyes close.
“Keep them shut. It will feel even better,” he orders.
“Can I touch you?” I ask on a sigh, imagining what he looks like without pants. “I want to touch you too.”
He groans, and my core clenches with need. “Not now.”
When he sucks my nipple, the intense feeling of floating hits me in dreamy waves. His tongue flicks the other nipple before closing over it in a lavish kiss. I arch my back and spread my legs further—begging for his attention elsewhere. “Your skin tastes so good,” Tahoe growls, and then trails his fiery kisses up the side of my neck to my ear. “I’ll never get enough of it.” His tone is a low, raspy promise of pleasure.
A tiny noise escapes my mouth, and I have to open my eyes. I need to see him right now. His face is close to mine, so I take it with both of my hands and bring his lips to mine, pulling him on top of me and in between my legs.
His smile against my lips encourages me more. Raising my hips, I press myself against his steely shaft.It’s hard, and although I’m still wearing panties, in this moment, it feels like I’m bare, exposed in every way. “I haven’t kissed you yet,” he says, taking his skin away from mine. The calculating gaze he wears as he touches my legs ties my stomach in knots. Leaning back on his knees, he hooks two fingers into the side of my panties.
I swallow hard and lift my hips as the perfectly selected underwear skim down my legs and land on the floor next to my bed. I hold my breath as he exhales for what seems like an eternity.
“When you wear those tiny shorts, I think about what this might look like,” he says, touching me lightly, causing me to shiver. He goes on, “Because they leave so little to the imagination,” he admits, shaking his head. “Somehow seeing you right now, just for me, has exceeded all of my wildest dreams.” The dimples next to his smile pop. “Caroline, I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, but I’m glad you think I’m worthy.”
Even through my embarrassment of being naked when he’s not, I smile. “How could you possibly think you’re not worthy?” The question is simple, but my body has so many sensations sliding around, I’ve never been more confused or turned on in my life.
One hand splayed on my upper thigh, the other hand teases me between my legs, small, faint strokes against my clit. “Because I’m not,” he says, flicking his gaze up to meet mine. “As long as you know that.”
I’d tell him anything to keep his fingers moving against me. “I know,” I say, letting out a held breath.Tahoe places a wet kiss on my lower stomach and then further down. His tongue darts out, and I watch in awe as his face moves. “Ahhh,” I yell, as the sensation of his mouth on me settles in. My thighs quake with pleasure, and the warmth of his presence heats my entire body. The noises of him licking and his grunts of primal exhalation send my body into overdrive. I grab my hair and close my eyes. This isn’t what I thought it would feel like, it feels so much better.
My belly warms as his mouth works, and the tingles start enveloping me as a whole. The muscles in my stomach tighten and coil as the orgasm approaches quicker than I ever thought possible. It’s like he caught the scent of the impending waves, because he licks more furiously, and my toes curl, and everything below my waist explodes—ebbing and flowing in ecstasy. The fireworks behind my eyelids fade to black, and my quickened breathing slows. Leaning up, I look at Tahoe’s face, smiling, in between my legs, his lips shining.
“Perfect?” he asks.
I nod. “Brilliantly perfect,” I respond. He wipes his lips on the inside of my thigh before moving up my body.
“These lips. I want to kiss them and your pussy at the same time,” he growls and then closes the gap between us with a kiss. Clutching around his neck, I ride the waves back down to reality.
“So, how many times can you do that in a row?” I ask, grinning. He kisses me savagely, and we bump smiles. “I mean, an average.”
