“I need you,” she whispers. “I need you to kiss me all night and never stop. I need you to never let me go.”
“I don’t want to let you go,” I confess.
Her breath hitches and our eyes connect again for a fraction of a second. But it’s long enough for me to see everything. To see exactly where we’re heading together.
“Tate—”
Her mouth crashes to mine, pleading and urgent. Begging me for what she needs.
I wrap her in my arms and give it to her.
I give her everything I can.
“Bedroom,” I rasp into our kiss, before breaking it long enough to stand from the stool with her in my arms and carry her away.
The journey there takes far longer than necessary because I keep pausing to lower my mouth to hers and kiss her.
Her chest rises and falls with gentle puffs as I place her onto my bed, climbing up over her. She reaches for my shirt buttons, and as her delicate fingers undo them, I sink my face into her neck, peppering kisses over her silky skin.
The small whimper that slips from her has me moving back to kiss her, stealing it for myself.
It’s mine. She’s mine.
The trace of salt from her tears hits the tip of my tongue and I screw my face up, holding her in place by her neck and deepening our kiss until she’s writhing beneath me, desperately pushing my shirt from my shoulders.
“No more tears, Baby,” I say into another searing kiss.
“No more tears,” she pants.
“Good girl,” I breathe. “It can all be fixed. Now, all you have to think about tonight is lying back and letting me do everything, okay?”
“You want to do everything?”
I squeeze her breast, groaning as her hard nipple pokes through her shirt against the pad of my thumb.
“Everything,” I rasp. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing.”
I unbutton her shirt, sliding my hand up over the warm, soft skin above her ribs as I kiss her. Her perfect breast spills into my waiting palm as I pull her bra down.
“I’m taking control, Tate. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
My gaze zeroes in on her puckered pink nipple before I swoop on it, sucking it past my lips.
“Oh God.” She arches up, pushing against my tongue. I pull the other side of her bra down and nip the sweet flesh where her breast is its fullest, before sucking that one past my lips too.
“So, so, good,” she whines, stroking the back of my neck as I look up at her, watching her every movement. The softening of her brows, the slackening of her jaw. The flutter of her lashes as my teeth graze her.
“I’m going to undress you,” I tell her, swirling my tongue around her nipple. “And then I’m going to bury my head between your legs until you’ve soaked my face.”
Her eyes widen as I bare my teeth, nipping her breast gently. The resulting intake of breath she makes has my dick leaking in my pants.
“Then I’m going to take my clothes off and spend the night inside you, until the only thing you feel is pleasure, okay?”
She nods.
My voice drops to a low husk. “I’m going to take care of you, Baby.”
She needs this. She needs to be worshipped, and to know that despite today’s blow, it isn’t all gone. She still has a future. She can still follow her dreams.
