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The curse tears out of him as she keeps working him until he’s well and truly fucked. When she gets to her feet, the smile on her face has his dick springing to life again. Without saying a word, he picks her up, then lies on his back on the bed, pulling her down with him. He gropes blindly in the bedside table drawer only breaking their kiss long enough to slip the condom on.
Both hands grip her waist, holding her in place as he pulls her down his length. She falls forward, resting her hands on his chest over the griffin’s wing. His hips thrust upward as he pulls her down, driving any remaining air from his lungs. She matches his thrusts, forcing him deeper into her. Her hand rests on his nipple piercing and she gives him a seriously sexy look as she twists it in her fingers. Tate throws his head back against the pillow and ups the pace, a feral need taking over. When she tugs on it again, he growls and she gives up trying to match him.
‘Don’t stop, Tate.’
No risk of that. He slips one hand down to circle her clit and she bucks against him. He gasps as she digs her fingernails into his chest, but it feels so fucking amazing. He holds her steady as he rams into her again and again until his back arches on the bed and he lets out a roar. Chloe shudders and wipes sweat soaked hair from her face.
‘Fuck.’
His laugh comes out as a snort but that’s her fault. He can’t catch his breath. ‘Yeah. Fuck.’
She slowly rises off him then collapses onto the bed. ‘That was nice.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘Fine, it was fucking amazing.’
He pulls her into his arms so he can kiss her. ‘Fuck I love when you say ‘fuck’ like that.’
She grins at him and his chest tightens.
‘I love you, Chloe.’
Chloe’s eyes go wide as she stares over at him.
His stomach drops a little. He hadn’t planned on saying that. The words just popped out. It’s the truth though. He loves her. Has for a few weeks, but with the whole kidnapping and relapse mess, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Seems his mouth decided to override his brain and all the second guessing. ‘Too soon?’
Then the smile comes back and she rests her hand on the side of his face. ‘I love you too, Tate.’
‘Really?’
She nods. ‘Hell yeah.’
Tate laughs and runs his thumb across her lips. ‘Hell yeah. I like that.’ His smile drops a little at the thought of having to say goodbye to her tomorrow. He’s looking forward to getting back to work again, but he’s going to miss her like crazy.
‘Now it’s my turn to tell you to stop thinking.’
‘Easier said than done, Chloe.’
Chloe smiles thinly as she looks at him. ‘I know. But we’ve got...’ she pauses talking to look over at the clock and scrunches her face up, ‘eight hours or so. Now I don’t know about you, but I can think of one or two things we can do to pass the time. Unless you’d prefer to sleep or course?’
He sucks in a breath as she takes his dick in her hand. ‘Not a chance. I can sleep on the road.’
∞
Tate quietly places his bag on the ground at the foot of the bed and watches Chloe sleep. He’s never been so torn up about going on tour before. On one hand he can’t wait to get back on stage. On the other, he’d love to crawl back into bed beside her and not go anywhere. It’s six weeks until he sees her again in Barcelona. Might as well be six months.
His phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and frowns at the screen. The car just arrived to bring him to the airport. He sits on the bed beside her and runs his fingers through her hair.
‘Chloe.’
She groans and opens her eyes. It takes her a few seconds to realise he’s dressed. ‘Did I sleep through the alarm?’
‘I’m heading a bit earlier than planned.’
She sits up and brushes her hair back from her face. ‘What? When?’
‘The car’s outside.’
