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She should stop whatever is happening between them before it goes any further. But she doesn’t want to. If anything she wants so much more. More of Tate and more of what he’s doing to her. Before the sensible part of her brain can talk herself out of it, Chloe takes hold of his hand, guiding it down her body to where she wants it.
Tate stops kissing her and looks around them. ‘Summer house?’
‘Summer house.’
He pulls her to her feet and uses the key over the door to unlock and re-lock it once they’re inside. Tate looks at her and Chloe can feel every nerve ending in her body tingle in anticipation. She squeals as he picks her up and lies her down on the couch against the side wall of the summer house.
He takes the bottom of her t-shirt in his hands and Chloe lifts her arms above her head. She wants to feel his hands on her skin and clothes aren’t going to help that. When he pulls off his t-shirt, Chloe groans out loud. She knew he had an impressive body but seeing it up close is a different story. Every inch of his upper chest, neck and both arms are covered in intricate Celtic tattoos. She runs her hands over the hard muscles tracing the ink that extends up each arm and across his wide chest. ‘Wow.’
He smiles and pulls her nipple into his mouth through her lace bra. ‘What do you want, Chloe?’
He nips at her other nipple as she tries to string together something that sounds coherent. ‘I want you to touch me.’
She kicks off her shoes while Tate opens her jeans and pulls them down her legs, followed by her panties. He kneels on the floor beside the couch and moves down her abdomen, sucking, kissing, and biting every inch of skin. He stops and looks up at her. Chloe reaches down and tugs at his hair, directing him where she wants him to go. He smirks and she gasps as he buries his tongue inside her. Chloe’s head rolls back and her grip on his hair increases. What the hell is she doing? She doesn’t do stuff like this. She barely knows him, but all she can think about is getting so much more of what he’s doing.
‘You taste fucking amazing.’
She makes the mistake of looking down at Tate and groans. He’s looking at her, his dark blue eyes refusing to let her out of their spell as he licks and sucks on her. Chloe drops her head back against the couch and buries her hands in his hair. He grips her waist in his hands, the ink on his skin curling around her as he pulls her towards him.
‘Oh God, Tate.’
He rests one hand on her stomach, holding her in place as he moves his other hand lower. Her back arches off the couch when he slides a finger deep inside, but he holds her steady, keeping her body where he wants it. His tongue flicks over her clit, teasing her with a mind-blowing combination of sucking and massaging. She gasps as his finger presses deep, finding that perfect spot inside, sending shudders through her body. He keeps up a steady pressure, rubbing back and forth as his tongue slowly drives her insane.
Tate sucks her hard as he plunges his finger deep sending her flying. Chloe tries her hardest not to scream but fails miserably. The tremors work from her toes through her body in waves but Tate doesn’t stop. He keeps working her until she has nothing left. When Chloe eventually opens her eyes, Tate is looking down at her, one arm to each side of her body, putting his chest right in front of her.
‘That was... Wow.’
Tate smiles down at her. ‘That’s two ‘wows’ in the space of a few minutes. I’m on a roll.’
‘Believe me, that deserves so much more than a wow. I’m just struggling to think straight.’
‘Glad to hear it. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.’
Chloe frowns up at him, trying to keep her eyes from travelling down his body. ‘You have?’
He lowers towards her and kisses up the side of her neck. ‘Too fucking right.’ His hand runs over her body again and she sucks in a breath. ‘You’ve been driving me crazy.’
‘Me? How?’
Tate straightens his arms and licks his lips as he looks at her. ‘By chewing the tip of your pencil when you’re thinking about what to draw. By using that coconut shampoo or whatever you use on your hair. By having that maddeningly addictive dimple on your right cheek. By tucking your hair behind your ear when you’re nervous or embarrassed.’ He runs his thumb over her lips and tilts his head to the side. ‘And by being fucking gorgeous of course.’
As hard as she tries not to, Chloe blushes. She’s never had anyone say things like that to her before. Especially not someone like Tate. ‘Really?’
‘Yes, Chloe. Really. Even soaking wet with grass sticking out of your hair I’m attracted to you.’
‘Oh God. I was hoping you didn’t notice that.’
‘Didn’t want to embarrass you by pointing it out after only knowing you a few minutes. And like I said, you still looked gorgeous.’
When he hits her with one of his smiles, the heat rises in her body again. Tate brings something out in her she didn’t know existed. She wants to do things to him. Things that required him to be naked, but she’s not sure about taking that step with him just yet.
She wasn’t exactly shy when it came to sex, but she was very much in the vanilla category. It was always nice, but she’d never been with someone who distracted her as much as Tate does. Even looking at him has her mind heading off on an unfamiliar tangent. It’s not helping that his chest is right in front of her, begging to be touched.
She traces her fingers along his chest, loving how his muscles shift under her touch. His body is incredible and even though she had never been a fan of tattoos, they emphasise every curve and dip of his toned chest and arms. Tate straightens his arms, giving her an unobstructed view of him. Her fingers move down his chest to the waist of his jeans, but Tate takes hold of her wrist and moves her hand away.
‘Hang on. I’m sorry, Chloe. I can’t.’
