I still can’t get enough. His muscles are rigid beneath my greedy hands as I roam. I want to touch him everywhere. My core clenches as I imagine him with more than just his shirt off. He’s hard beneath me as I grind against him, desperate for any sort of friction I can get. I’ve never been this turned on. I picture him filling me. Slamming into me over and over. It’s obvious he’s large just by what I can feel beneath his pants.
“Fuck, Joy,” he grinds out.
Even the sound of his voice has my pussy clenching, desperate to be touched. I stutter out a breath. “Tate.”
He shifts his weight and lowers me onto the sofa without removing his mouth from mine. His hands roam my body. Stroking and squeezing. Slipping a hand under my borrowed shirt, he strokes my skin and lets out a low groan when he reaches my naked breast.
“Please,” I murmur, unsure what I’m even asking for.
I gasp and writhe beneath him when he teases my nipple. He doesn’t stop until I’m trembling. My nerves are on fire, responding to every touch as his hand slides down, only stopping when he reaches the hem of my borrowed underwear.
“Please,” I repeat. I want his hands on me.
Finally breaking the kiss, he pulls back to look at me. Everything stops as his warm brown eyes search mine. I could get lost in those eyes. They may be darkened by lust, but they tell me I can trust him. That he won’t hurt me. I give a small nod and, finally, he slides his hand beneath the elastic waistband and grazes his fingers across my throbbing clit.
“You’re soaked. Have you been waiting for me to touch you? Did you come out here looking for me?” His voice is a low growl, sending a shiver down my spine.
“No,” I breathe.
“No?” His movements stop.
“I mean yes. I want you to touch me. But that’s not why I came out here.”
He resumes his movements; slow and leisurely. His fingers easily slide against my slick heat, drawing me nearer to the edge. I buck my hips, desperate to feel him. Desperate for release. Returning his mouth to mine, he swallows my cries as he slips two fingers into me while massaging my clit with his thumb. That’s it. That pushes me over. My vision fades as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through me and my pussy pulses around his fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes.
He places a kiss on my lips. My cheek. My neck. All the while he resumes his slow torturous movements across my sensitive slit while I continue to ride out my pleasure. The way he says those words is soft and gentle. Like he means them. Like I’ve given him something precious. It causes a warmth to spread across my chest as I lay there catching my breath.
“You should get to bed. You have work tomorrow,” he says.
“But you didn’t—”
“You should really get to bed.” His voice is strained, and he lessens the sting by placing another soft kiss on my lips.
I hope it isn’t regret causing him to send me off to bed. First of all, I’m an adult. And next, he is the one who initiated things. And those things were glorious.
I pull back but make no moves to get up. “Bed? Are you going to tuck me in?”
His smile looks sad as he shakes his head. “Not this time, sweetheart.”
“Okay. Goodnight.” I still make no moves to get up.
He lets out a short rumble of laughter before standing and pulling me to my feet. The sadness in his eyes combines with regret after he gives me another quick kiss. And then he sends me on my way, aroused and hoping there will be a next time.
Chapter 13
Joy
Somehowitfeelsasthough I’m living through yet another Monday. The man beside me is consuming my every thought, but I’ve been trying to avoid him since I woke up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t very well avoid him when I needed him to drive me to Boulder Ranch because the water is still too high. So, here I am sitting completely rigid in the passenger seat of his truck, terrified that he’ll say something but desperate for him to do so.
“You okay?” His gruff voice pierces the silence.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie.
He spares the briefest glance in my direction before focusing on the rearview mirror as he backs up and turns around. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow despite my disappointment. But as soon as I woke up, I began replaying the events over and over. I was so turned on I wanted to beg Tate to fuck me. I felt how hard he was beneath me, so I know he’d been into it at some point. The only explanation for why he turned me down is that I did something to change his mind.
“Listen. Last night…”
