And as I fall back against the pillow, I take all of this in.
Tate’s body is completely bare, and no matter how many times I see her like this, I feel as though I need to take the time to appreciate that she’s mine.
And every time I do, her cheeks turn a rosy color, and she bites her lip to cover up the embarrassment.
As if she doesn’t think she deserves to be admired this way.
But she does.
Every. Fucking. Time.
She takes her hand and runs it through her hair, studying me as she does.
I run my hands up her thighs before cupping her face and kissing her gently. My thumb brushes over her lower lip as I kiss my way down her neck and then over her collarbone until my lips graze over her breasts.
My teeth nip gently at her skin, causing her head to fall back.
“I know I’ve said it before,” her words are breathy, “but I wish I had given in to this sooner. So. Much. Sooner.”
“I don’t know.” I grin, flipping us back over. “Making up for lost time has been a lot of fun.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She raises an eyebrow, her eyes traveling down my body. “The playing field is currently a little unfair, and it’s kind of hard for you to be inside of me with your pants still on.”
I practically jump out of her bed and rip my sweatpants and boxers off in one fell swoop, bouncing around on one foot to try and get them off my ankle.
Her gaze follows me as she reaches into her nightstand and pulls out a condom. She grins at me, waving it slowly in the air, forcing me to climb over her body in order to get it.
I tear it open and slide it on.
Tate’s teasing smile grows as her hand grazes across me, causing my body to tense up to prevent myself from coming in thirty seconds.
“I swear if you do that again, this will be a lot less fun for you,” I mumble. Even though I was going to make this a quickie, I don’t want things to endthatquickly.
“Trust me,” she whispers. “That’s not possible.”
And without another word, I sink into her, watching her eyes roll toward the back of her head. I grab her leg, bending it just enough that I can sink into her even further, and when I do, the most beautiful sound spills from her lips.
I make a mental note to do this every time we sleep together because nothing will compare to the noise she just made.
I repeat the movement, and her mouth parts slightly; her eyes are closed as her hand holds my hand against her leg, her way of telling me not to shift us away from this position.
“Fuck, Fletch,” she moans, and I use all of my energy to keep it together, to make sure we get to that pointtogether.
I pick up my rhythm, and as I do, my lips find any and every inch of bare skin they can reach. Tate’s hands find their way into my hair, tugging gently at the hairs resting at the nape of my neck as my lips crash down onto hers.
Capturing each and every moan escaping her lips as we get further and further to our tipping point.
And once we get there—
We tip over the edge together.
thirty-five
Tate
April
Idon’t even know what to do.” Maia places a plate of fries and our milkshakes down in front of us before sitting in the booth next to me. “I’ve known her for over ten years, and she won’t even talk to me. That’s how I know it’s bad.”
