He shakes his head. “I’m more interested in messing up this flat of yours.”
“Then let me lead the way.” Stepping out of his arms, I grab his hand and lead him towards my bedroom.
It’s not overly large, but the bed is brimming with pillows and a soft duvet. It’s welcoming with pinks and yellows against the grey wall. It’s my sanctuary.
In the soft light of the room, Tag looks hungry. Like he wants to devour me. The entire walk home all I could think about was getting his mouth on mine.
“Sit on the bed.”
“What?” he asks, looking a tiny bit stunned.
“I believe you heard me.”
“Look at you.” His warm hand doesn’t leave my side as he takes me with him, plopping down on the side of the bed. “Taking control.”
“I know what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
Stepping between his spread legs, I cup his cheeks and press my lips against his. His response is immediate, opening for me as I slide my tongue against his. He tastes like the gum he’s been chewing. I’m not sure when he ditched his, but I’m greedy. Sucking on his tongue and drinking him in.
Liquid heat flashes through my veins as his fingers slipunder the hem of my satin top. How can a kiss be even better than I remembered it?
Lust fogs my head as I get swept up in his kiss.
Strong hands pull me down onto his lap. A gasp escapes my lips at the feel of his hard cock between my legs.
“Tag.”
“Do you know how good you taste?” He purrs against my neck. “I can’t fucking wait to taste your sweet, sweet pussy again.”
“I want to taste you.” I throw my head back as Tag’s lips trail a warm, wet path down my chest.
“I think I can make that happen.”
Tag’s cock twitches between my legs as he wraps an arm around my waist and tosses me down onto the bed.
“Oh!”
Towering above me, Tag’s presence fills my vision. His hand rubs over his hard length before deft fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. Sitting up, I pull the camisole over my head.
Before I can unfasten my bra, Tag stops me with a hand to my chest. “That’s my job, baby.”
His hands drift upward, finding the hook and flicking it. I let my bra slide down my arms as Tag’s eyes take in my naked chest. My nipples are tight under his slow perusal.
“It seems unfair that you’re not getting naked too,” I tell him.
“I’ll get there.” One lone finger drags a trail up the center of my chest, tracing the bare skin there. “I’ve been dreaming about your body since that night.”
“Yeah?” I squirm under his intense stare, needing more relief than he is giving me.
“I love how responsive you are to me.” His fingerspluck my nipple. “How I know exactly what to do to make you wet.”
“I’m not wet.”
It’s a blatant lie, but if it moves things along, I’ll be happy. I’m aching and want Tag.
Covering my body with his, Tag whispers in my ear, “Now why does that sound like a lie?”
