Page 63 of Great White
“You want to piss me off?” I place my hands on his chest, clutching his shirt.
He replies with a single shoulder shrug this time. “I like you a little bit feisty.”
“You don't have to call me darlin’ for that.” I push up onto my toes and press my lips to his. He welcomes them with a firm press of his own and a slow skim of his tongue.
“I have been waiting all morning for that,” Tate hums.
“How do I taste?”
Tate’s eyes flash with something sinful. “Like oranges and champagne and syrup. Delicious.”
“How long were you waiting outside my door?”
“Too long.” He drops his head and kisses me again. It’s a slow, indulgent embrace that caresses my core and lights it on fire. It burns with a need for him unlike any I have ever experienced before.
“Did you come here just to kiss me?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He traces his mouth along the curve of my neck and lets his lips linger there.
“Is that the only place?”
“Nope. I plan to kiss you all over your body. Every part. Every inch.”
“That sounds like it might take a while.” I run my fingers through his thick, wavy hair. It’s longer than when we first met. Messy, and sexy. A complete fucking turn-on.
“If we’re lucky, it will take the rest of the day and all night.”
“Good thing my calendar is clear.”
“Then we should definitely take advantage while we can.” He traps me against the kitchen counter with his body, and a spark of excitement catches inside me. I want him to put his hands on me. All over me. I yearn for his sensual promises, knowing full well what they can deliver — pleasure, unparalleled.
Tate skates his hands down my sides — down, down, down — until he’s crouching right in front of me. Delicately, like he’s savoring every movement as he creeps his fingers up my thighs, under the hem of my dress, and gradually, gingerly, almost maddeningly, slides my black panties down to the floor. He never peels his eyes away as he does, causing the erotic moment to magnify, and my heart to strike rapturous blows against my chest.
He parts my dress once the material is a distant memory and skims his tongue along the line of my slit. My knees weaken, and my breathing picks up. I part my legs a little wider, soliciting for more. Bracing myself on the countertop, Tate parts my folds the same way he parted my dress, and flattens his tongue against my flesh. A growl escapes me I couldn't contain even if I tried. Even if I fought with the heart of a Viking.
He has the power to dismantle me. Piece by piece, part by part.
“Tate,” I moan as he licks me languidly, breaking me down.
He moans in reply, keeping with the exasperatingly deliberate strokes.
Once I’m wet and so, so ready, Tate pulls his mouth away, licking and kissing the insides of both my thighs, leaving me pliable to mold any way he damn well wishes.
When he rises to his feet, those deep brown eyes of his are a storm of lust. Surging with starvation, demand, and desire.
Tate loosens the ties on my dress just enough to expose my breasts. He has hedonistically mussed me up for his sole satisfaction.
With a self-indulgent exhalation, he massages my breasts with both hands before leaning in for a taste of one of my nipples. Then the other, lavishing the little buds until they are straining and hard, yanking the strings directly linked to my flaming core.
“Let’s go to bed,” I breathe hotly in his ear.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Tate lifts me off the floor, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We kiss like possessed maniacs on the way to my bedroom, our lips and tongues engaged in a barbaric war.
Once inside, Tate tosses me onto the mattress and stalks up my half-naked body. I’m so ready for him. Ready for him to do whatever he wants, and ready to reciprocate.
I shove my hands into his pants, palming his erection. The pure male sounds he makes speaks to my arousal. It pushes me forward to pleasure him, wanting to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. Wanting to give him the freedom he has given me.
I stroke him firmly, causing him to come apart in my hand. He bites and sucks on my neck like a fevered vampire thirsting for blood.
