Everyone moves out of my way when they see us coming.
Smart.
I pay no mind to all the idiotic people here in my house as we pass by all the bedroom doors. I stop once we reach the end of the hall and push my door open, her hand falls from mine. My arm extends to offer for her to enter first and her body barely brushes mine. And it feels like electricity shoots through me.
Fuck, I need this girl in every way possible.
I step through the threshold and close my door behind me. The music fades behind the wall that separates us from the raging party. Tate is standing there looking all out of place and nervous as I lean back against the door.
“Guess this is your first time playing this game?”
Her head whips to me. “Um. No. I’ve played before. It’s just been a while,” she says with a nervous smile that she tries to mask with a confident smirk. Her fingers play with the end of her wet shirt.
She’s full of shit.
“Come here, then.”
She instantly goes still, her eyes widening, but she quickly masks her face once again. “I—” she starts, but closes her mouth when she notices my raised eyebrow.
I watch her make her way over to where I am standing. She stops when she’s in front of me, but I circle around her so I’m standing with her back to my front, not caring if I get wet fromher shirt. Our clothes will be off soon enough, anyway. My hands wrap around her hips as I pull her back into my chest.
“Out of the many ways I’ve pictured you in my room, this isn’t how I imagined your first time would be,” I tell her.
A short breath escapes her lungs, and she lightly jumps as if my presence frightens her. That alone makes me even harder, which I’m sure she can feel pressing into her lower back.
My lips grow wide with a smile. “Why are you so jumpy?” I question against her neck, but she doesn't answer. “Is this okay?” Tate nods, her breathing becoming deeper the more my hands move on her hips.
Moving my hands off her hips and under her shirt in the direction of her stomach, I feel her skin break out in goosebumps. I lower my mouth to the crook of her neck. My lips barely touch her, but I can feel her skin flush at the contact.
The delicious aroma of warm vanilla mingled with a hint of honey fills my senses, making me want to get impossibly closer to her. She tilts her neck to the side to grant me better access. Without any thought, I rub my dick against her ass, causing her to let out a small gasp.
“Such a sweet girl,” I murmur against her skin.
Her body relaxes into me like we’ve been lovers for years.
The feeling of her ass pressing back against me lets me know I’m not overstepping. “You like that, Angel?” My teeth sink into her neck, and she groans as she begins squirming against me. “You gonna be a good little slut for me and let me fuck you tonight?” I whisper into her ear.
She stiffens at my words. But just as fast, she relaxes against me once again.
“Answer me, Tate.”
“Yes.” Her eyes focus on mine as she looks over her shoulder.
Chapter Six
Tate
Damon kisses me with so much need. The feeling of his gentle lips on mine sends a wave of desire straight between my legs. The wetness soaks my panties as he leans forward, moving lower as he kisses down my throat again until he reaches the hem of my collar.
“Take this off,” he demands, pulling at the ends of my shirt to lift it over my head.
He groans deep in the back of his throat when he sees me in only my bra. His scent swarms around me, and I involuntarily breathe it in.
The next thing I know, Damon is moving us in the direction of the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and he lightly pushes me onto my back. My body sinks into his soft bed as his eyes move up my body before he leans down and trails his mouth along my exposed skin.
Strong fingers hook into my pant loops before he starts lowering them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my matching bra and panties. Damon moves so he’s on his knees in between my legs, giving him a perfect view of my barely covered pussy. Eyes that have been growing even darker make their way up my bare body.
“Your pussy is so wet for me,” the words leave his lips as his fingers lightly graze over my swollen clit, leaving trails of fire on my skin.
