The idea of going slow went out the window. I lifted her chin and slammed my mouth over hers, flattening my palm against her ass and pressing her closer. Her tongue stroked mine again and again, and that lightning bolt I mentioned earlier? My bones hummed like I’d been plugged into a power source.
“Amazing,” I murmured between kisses, unable to keep from voicing how damn good she tasted and felt. I bent my knees and lifted her, setting her on the kitchen island. She squeaked in surprise.
“I do have a bed,” she said.
“C-counter.” It was the only word I bothered to say. The rest I’d show her. I took off her dress and tossed it over my shoulder, loving when she didn’t cover her body. She hadn’t hidden from me since the first time I’d stripped her in my bedroom. We’d come a long way. Under the bright lights of her kitchen, she didn’t act a bit shy.
“You are beautiful.” I stroked her hair and her eyes went soft. It was what she needed to hear, but it was also the truth.
I unhooked her bra and freed her breasts, cradling those smooth, pert globes in my hands. She threw her head back when I tugged, teasing her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.
Her hands went to my jeans, wrestled my fly open, and then she was stroking me. “Cade, please. Take me to bed.”
It was the “please” that changed my mind.
I lifted her from the counter and set her on her feet. She looked crazy sexy standing there, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, wearing naught but a pair of microscopic panties.
“Run,” I commanded. I swatted her butt, then chased her the short distance to her bedroom.
When I reached the doorway, she was backing away from me toward a very big, very plush-looking bed. I yanked my shirt off, then reached for my jeans. Her smile ebbed, that sweet, tender look on her face again.
Eyes locked with hers, I shed my jeans and kicked off my shoes. Socks went next. I stood in boxer briefs, her in a scrap of white lace. Her thumbs hooked the edges of the thong and my mouth went dry.
There was nothing like Tasha naked.
The air between us contained enough heat to ignite the entire building. My erection throbbed against the thin confines of my underwear when she shimmied her hips and slipped the panties down her legs. She came to me, dark intention in her eyes.
Her hands went to my briefs and she dragged them down my legs, sinking to her knees in the process. Fingers dashed along my legs and thighs, whispered over my cock. I watched her, she watched me, and there in the silence of her bedroom we breathed each other’s air for a few seconds and we just…were.
She skimmed my body as she stood, pressing her belly against my hard-on. I bent my head and took her lips in an insistent kiss, cupping her hips in my palms and backing her toward a big bed that looked like heaven on earth.
Then I dropped her onto the blankets and realized it was. Because there was no real earthly place where I would have Tasha Montgomery begging me with her eyes to sleep with her. This had to be heaven—or some crazy virtual reality.
Covering her with my body, our skin melded as our lips sought. Breaths and groans filled the air. My mind spun, eager for the slice of paradise she promised.
“Condom,” she said around a kiss, “in my”—another kiss—“nightstand.”
No need to track back to the kitchen for the box I’d bought, then. Nice.
I crawled to the right.
“The other nightstand,” she said with a giggle, her nails rasping my stomach.
I switched course and dug out a condom. Straddling her thighs, I rolled it on. Tasha’s tongue darted out to wet her lips and I was over her, my eyes burning into hers, a second later.
With a tilt and thrust, I slicked her entrance. Her fingertips pressed into my ribs, her mouth dropping open with the same anticipation boiling in my veins. But I wasn’t going any further. Not yet. I needed to hear, more than anything, that she wanted me. I needed to hear it before I pounded us both into sweet oblivion.
“T-Tasha” was the only word I managed before she covered my lips with hers, dug her heels into my ass, and pulled me inside her.
I took that as a fucking yes.
Tasha
The feeling of Cade moving inside me, the way he watched me, tasted my lips during each long thrust, made my heart ratchet up one notch followed by a thousand more. Something explosive was happening between us. Something I couldn’t get enough of. More than sex, though I had no idea what it was.
I ran my fingers along the colorful tattoos scattered down his arm. His muscles flexed with each forward movement. I shifted to meet his eyes, light brown gone dark while he made love to me with a single-mindedness I’d never experienced.
He saw me. Really saw me.