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He takes another sip and places the glass on the counter, settling himself before me.
“Plus, I have it on good authority that you like the way bourbon tastes on my lips. I’m a man who knows what my woman wants and is willing to give it to her.”
I let out a shaky breath. “I could really get used to this version of you, Rob. It’s more intoxicating than the liquor.”
“Kiss me, Tara.”
I bite my lip and smile. “Make me.”
Rob doesn’t make me kiss him at all. Instead, he places an arm around my back and another under my thighs and carries me to the bedroom. It’s not hard to find since it’s a small two-bedroom condo. His nostrils flare at the sight of my king-size bed. I have various dresses thrown across the bed, as I tried on a few more tonight even though I knew this was the perfect dress for me. I had to test it out just to be sure.
He places me on the floor, gathers my dresses, and lays them on top of my dresser.
I walk up to him and undo his shirt buttons. One by one, the taut flesh beneath his button-down comes undone. My eyes meet his as I push the shirt over his shoulders. His chest rises. I lean forward and place an open-mouthed kiss over his heart. I leave a trail of kisses on his skin as I move up his neck, his Adam’s apple, his jaw, and finally his mouth.
We kiss for what feels like an eternity. We’re entangled in a web of lust as his hands glide down my back, releasing the teeth of my zipper all the way down until my dress falls off my shoulders and pools on the floor.
I have nothing on but a pair of Spanx. Rob kneels down and slowly unravels my undergarment, kissing the skin of my thighs, knees, and calves as he makes his way to my toes. I step out and am completely naked before him.
Rob remains on his knees, looking up at me. His hands grip my hips as he stares up at me in admiration. The look takes my breath away.
I take his hand and walk him over to the bed. We stand beside it as I slowly unhook his belt and remove his pants, doing for him as he did for me—kissing his thighs, knees, calves— until he’s completely naked.
My hand rests on his chest. He mimics my movement. Together, we let our fingers feather down the front of each other’s body. Eyes locked, mouths breathing intensely in unison. I gasp when the tips of his fingers glide over my nipples. He moans when I let mine slide up his shaft and dance around the head of his arousal.
A wave of desire drops to my core, and I clench my muscles at the sensation. I step toward Rob and take his mouth in mine again. We hold each other, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, as we love each other with our mouths. I feel his erection pulsating against my belly. Together, we move toward the bed. I lie down against the pillows, and he settles himself between my thighs.
“We didn’t use a condom last time,” I state the obvious. “I know you didn’t ask, but I’m on the pill. You’re the first man I was with where we didn’t use a condom. I’m clean. God, this is so uncomfortable.”
He nods in understanding. “Do you want me to wear one? I have them with me. A precaution. We were foolish last time.”
“I think the question is, do you trust me?”
He knows what I’m asking. He was married for years while I have a promiscuous reputation.
“Do you trustme?” he asks.
I instantly nod. “With my life.”
“Then, that’s good enough for me.”
Rob rolls me onto my side, and we face one another. He takes my leg and lays it over his hip, angling his body so we’re wrapped in each other’s arms and as close as two people can possibly be. Well, almost.
Rob lines himself up with me, and I whimper when he slides into me. The feeling of him, hard as stone and pumping in and out against my every nerve ending has my gasping out his name.
We press our foreheads together and close our eyes at the sensation that is our union. I’m internally shaking yet I’m still, unable to move from how good he feels.
He moves his head and kisses me slowly as he flexes and pumps in deliciously slow yet potent strokes. “I’m crazy about you, Tara.”
I move my hips in unison. “I’m falling in love with you,” I dare to admit.
“Me too, baby. I might already be there.”
Our mouths come together again, and we are fully united.
There is no foreplay.
No power struggle of positions.
