Their lips met, and instantly, his entire body burned. Like the first time, their kiss was more than desire—it was need. His tongue slipped into her mouth, owning it, touching every corner and marking it as his. The exact way he wanted to slide his dick deep into her body, driving them both to find that place that only existed with her. But first, he needed to taste her because she was a woman who deserved all the world’s pleasures. And he was the man who wanted to give them to her.
Her hands snaked up under his T-shirt. Every brush of her delicate fingers was like an electric spark. He needed to feel all her sweet skin pressing against him. He reluctantly let go of her ass to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. The touch of her palms moving up his chest felt like a branding.
“So completely perfect,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her forehead against his.
“So completely yours,” he answered.
Her eye roll said she didn’t believe his words, so he set out to prove it.
He pressed a kiss just under her jaw, smiling against her skin at the hum of pleasure rolling through her. Moving lower, he kissed her neck, shoulder, and collarbone. Slowly, he popped two buttons of her dress, his lips chasing his fast-working fingers. He paused to release the clasp of her bra and free her tits, letting them surround his face like soft pillows. The curve of her small breast kissed his cheek, and he couldn’t resist running his tongue over it. As he teased the peak of a tight pink nipple, he glanced up to watch her.
Her head fell back, and a moan slipped past her lips. “Please.” The almost silent plea ripped through him like wildfire, and he pressed his hips hard against her. He needed to make her feel good like he needed his next breath.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
After the last of the buttons was undone, the dress spilled onto the counter, leaving her covered in only white lace. He groaned, appreciating the perfect buffet laid out for him.
Her breath caught in the best way as he blazed a trail up her inner thigh, teasing the soft skin.
“Damn, you’re already wet,” he said as his thumb traced the white lace.
“Don’t sound surprised. You know what you’re doing.” She lifted her hips, forcing his thumb to press tighter against her slit. She whimpered when he gave it a slow, firm circle.
He couldn’t help but smirk as he dropped his mouth to kiss her stomach, his tongue sinking into her belly button. He kissed both sides of her pelvis as her hips rocked up off the counter, begging him to show some attention to the place she wanted him most. He hooked the panties on his fingers, removing them so his tongue could lap over her.
The reward was a deep groan that would forever live in his fantasies. Between the sweet, breathy moans and the taste of her on his tongue, his control was hanging by a thread. But he needed to take care of her first. His tongue slowly lapped against her, but she wasn’t having that.
“Please, Corey,” she begged and grabbed his hair. He zeroed in on the bud of sensation that made her arch off the counter.
Damn, the way she rocked and moaned had him slamming hard against the counter just to keep himself in check.
“Corey.” His name slowly dragged out of her lips, and he sucked as she convulsed on his face. He worked every drop of pleasure from her before grabbing the condom from his pocket and dropping his pants.
Taran still lay on the counter in front of him, and he separated her legs, pulling her closer. Her hair was a mess from her head thrashing as she came. Her cheeks had a hint of red from the scrape of his beard. Her dress lay half on and half off her arms, and her pussy glistened, waiting for him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, watching her spread out in front of him.
“You’re horny,” she replied and lifted to her elbows.
“No, you don’t. Lie back; I like this view.” He moved slowly into her tight wet heat. The groan ripped from deep in his chest as he sank in, watching her eyes roll back with every inch. She gripped him like she was his home. Like she was made for him. She arched up and closed the last distance so he bottomed out inside her.
Fuck. She felt incredible, and he worried this would be over too soon, but he needed to move. He swiveled his hips.
“Yeah,” she moaned, urging him to do it again.
Once, twice, he pulled back to thrust deep into her heat.
“Harder, Corey.”
Her wish was his command, and he pumped in and out. Instinct took over, leaving him rutting into her, hard and demanding. He was too close, so he dropped her leg to rub a tight circle on the bundle of her nerves, and she detonated. His heart raced as his control snapped while she milked his dick, gripping him like a tight wet fist. His stomach bottomed out, and he had to lock his legs so they didn’t give out as he came in a burst of white-hot pleasure. He dropped her other leg and crashed onto his forearms above her.
“Holy shit, Taran,” he huffed.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” she answered. She was looking at him with those sparkling mist-green eyes, and without warning, something inside him cracked.
The decision seemed like a no-brainer at the moment, and the words spilled out of his mouth. “I have to go to a wedding in three weeks, and I’d really like you to be my date.”
She tensed for a millisecond but relaxed quickly. “You want me to come to Mel Holly’s wedding with you?”
“Yeah,” he said. But the truth was he was starting to believe he wanted her everywhere. On his lap at beer night, on the sofa playing Diablo, on his counter while he cooked, and in his arms to sleep. Everything was better when this little spitfire was beside him. It was going to be a long nine days on the road without her, and who knows what their schedules would look like when he got back.