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Tate’s fingers reached between them and undid his button and zipper. She helped him shimmy his pants down his hips until he could kick his feet free. She tucked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and shoved them down his hips as quickly as she could. His cock sprang free and pushed heavily onto her clit. He rocked his hips a few more times; the only thing between them was the skimpy fabric of her cotton shorts and the matching cami.
His lips kissed along her jaw, then lower, until he’d grazed a nipple with his teeth. She loved the feeling, hated there was anything between them at all. She pulled on her top until it exposed her breasts to his lips and teeth, and he repeated nipping at her breasts. The cross between pain and pleasure had moisture gathering between her legs as he moved from one breast to the next.
She sighed as his whiskers skimmed along her skin. He was rugged, strong, smart and fucking amazing. He sucked in a breast, as much of it as he could suck into his mouth and she gasped. His tongue flicked a few times and the intensity between her legs grew stronger. Needy. She was desperate right now, and she wanted Tate. In her.
Wriggling her body to let him know she was ready, he surprised her by rearing back and in one swift movement, he pulled her pajama bottoms off her legs, then bent down and instead of sliding into her, his mouth found her wetness. He licked her and moaned. His tongue found her clit and flicked a few times, but she wanted pressure. She tugged his head close, but he held back, teasing her. He flicked his tongue repeatedly over her clit but withheld pressure. She tried bucking, but he imprisoned her thighs in his firm grip. Her fingers dug into his hair trying to pull him down firmly on her but he chuckled and resisted.
“Tate.”
“Am I driving you wild, Lara?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He kneeled on the bed, lifting her bottom as he did. She was so glad the sliver of light from outside lit the room enough to see him stroke his cock a couple of times, then lead it to her entrance. Once seated, he entered her with a thrust of his hips. It was swift, thrilling. His muscles bunched and moved as his arms held her lower body up to his. He smiled as he watched his cock disappear into her and it was the most exhilarating moment of her life.
He thrust in and out a few times, watching the show, then his eyes landed on hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lara.”
“So are you.”
His arms slid from under her and he rearranged himself so he was on top of her. Their bodies joined together. His was muscular and firm, hers soft. The contrast was beautiful and exciting. Each time he pushed himself into her he groaned lightly in her ear. Then he kissed her lips. Firmly, then gently then passionately. The entire dance was erotic and amazing.
He kissed her ear and whispered, “Lara.”
She loved the way her name sounded when he said it. Especially when he was inside of her. “Lara.”
He ground his hips against her, and she gasped, “Tate.”
He repeated that movement over and over until she felt the pressure build to a point of explosion. Her arms pulled him tightly to her, and she whispered, “Tate. I’m going to…”
His mouth covered hers as she shattered. He continued to pump into her, to dance their erotic dance. His movements grew in intensity and pace as she wrapped her legs tighter around him and enjoyed the sensation of Tate filling her in the most intimate way possible.
When he exploded into her, he groaned into the pillow near her ear. “Lara.”
She dozed, remembering Tate calling out her name over and over as he came inside of her. Her heart beat wildly as she replayed their lovemaking in her mind.
Chapter35
Tate woke to the sweet aroma of—cookies. Oh, what a way to wake up.
He knew instinctively that Lara was no longer in bed. No one in this house could bake and he’d felt her absence in some weird way when he’d rolled over earlier. In his sleepy mind, he knew, but now that he was coherent, he knew!
He showered and dressed and practically ran down the steps and toward the smell of vanilla and sugar. As he entered the kitchen, Lara was pulling a freshly baked pan of cookies from the oven and he leaned against the doorframe and watched her. Beautiful. Graceful. And sweet.
She turned and smiled as she set the hot cookie sheet on a rack on the counter to cool.
“Good morning,” she crooned.
“Good morning.” He stalked forward and pulled her tightly to his body. He smelled her freshly shampooed hair and enjoyed how her body felt pulled tightly into his.
“I didn’t hear you get up.”
She chuckled. “I’m used to getting up at three in the morning. I laid awake for a while, but in the end, I hoped you’d all like something fresh-baked this morning.”
He chuckled. “I’d like nothing more.”
She giggled. “Let me oblige you, then.” She tilted her head up and he kissed her lips.
