“Wow, this is beautiful,” Tate exclaims, her head swiveling to look at the four-poster bed with sheer drapes secured back around it, and the balcony that overlooks the ocean.
“You can admire the view after.”
She turns and her eyes drop to my chest as I waste no time yanking off my shirt.
“Oh, right.” She bites her lip, lifting her heated gaze to mine. “It’s like that, is it?”
“Sure is.”
I step toward her, and our breath mingles in the hot, loaded air. For a few heartbeats, we just stare in longing, drinking one another in.
“Tate?” I whisper.
She licks her lips. “Sullivan?”
The trust in her eyes as she looks up through her lashes at me has my dick throbbing painfully against my zipper.
I stroke some strands of hair back from her eyes, groaningsoftly as I allow the back of my fingers to trace down the side of her face, over her neck where her pulse is fluttering beneath her silky skin, and to her collar bones.
“Am I fucking you or making love to you first?”
“I get to choose?” She bites her lip playfully, matching my low, raspy tone. I’m barely holding back from throwing her beneath me on the bed, tearing her panties out of the way, and burying myself to the hilt.
“If it makes you feel better, call it choice. But I’ll be doing both multiple times before the night is over. You can just decide how you want it first.”
Her eyes drop to the tented bulge in my pants and her lips curl up.
“You think you can do slow right now?” She wraps her palm around my shaft and squeezes.
“Fuck,” I hiss, gazing through hooded lids at her.
She strokes me through the material and pre-cum leaks so fast from my slit that a wet patch appears on the front of my pants.
“I can do slow,” I force out through gritted teeth.
With skilled hands, she slides down my zipper and pulls my heavy cock out. I let out a tortured groan as my balls hike up to my body, desperate to unload inside her.
“Are you sure?” she teases.
“Tate,” I warn. “I need you back on my cock, where you belong. So give me an answer I can work with.”
She tilts her face up to mine, her tongue darting out and swiping delicately at her plump lower lip.
“Fucking,” she whispers. “Fuck me first.”
I grab her face and crush my lips to hers, making her gasp in surprise. Maybe she expected me to throw her down and sink inside her straight away. And as much as my cock is begging me to do just that, I want to kiss herfirst.
Ineedto kiss her, because my brain is still processing the fact that she’s here.
And she’s staying.
She’s mine.
“You’re beautiful. So fucking sexy,” I pant roughly as I descend on her neck, assaulting it with kisses that I know might leave marks. She can wear them and show the world that she’s goddamn mine until I get a ring on her finger and call her mywife.
The thought makes the throbbing end of my cock leak all over her pale blue dress.
“I ruined your dress,” I grind out, baring my teeth to the swell of her cleavage as I bend to pull it into a biting kiss.
