Faker - Sarah Smith Page 0,112

I open my eyes to check on Tate. He sports that half-lidded, dazed stare complete with bulging jaw muscles.

“You have the most adorable turned-on face.” I chuckle. He grunts.

Finally, I let my hand fall between my legs. Before, I needed more than just a hot body to get me going, and Tate is so much more than a hot body. He’s sweet, caring, and protective. And the way he stares at me, the entire sky in his eyes, makes me dizzy with want.

The ache strengthens. My breath turns rapid. It’s silly, but the squeals I let loose make me self-conscious. I shouldn’t be. We spent last night naked in his bed, and I made all the noises. But we were together then. Now it’s just me, the spotlight’s on, and I don’t want to disappoint him. I want him to watch, to savor, to draw pleasure from every moment.

“Fuck, Emmie,” he growls. “I don’t know how much longer I can sit here and watch.”

“A little longer.”

The pleasure my hand brings is nice, but it’s nothing compared to Tate. Even as I work myself into a tizzy, I wish it were him instead.

Heat builds at the center of my core. My hand moves faster and faster until my chest heaves and my mouth falls open. No words leave me. Only desperate, carnal moans.

I sling my leg over the side of the tub, barely missing Tate’s towel-clad thigh. Both his hands grip the side of the tub with iron strength. I can almost feel how hard he’s pressing into the porcelain.

My toes curl and my leg quivers.

He places a hand on my calf, and our stares meet. “I want you. Now.”

“Then take me. Now.”

The word “now” is barely out of my mouth before Tate jolts up and pulls me out of the tub. Soaking wet, I must spill a bucket of bathwater onto the tile floor when I stand up. He doesn’t seem to care, though. Instead he yanks the towel from his waist and half-heartedly dries me off. Scooping me up, he carries me back to his bed. I’m unceremoniously dropped in the center.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” he growls.

With gentle hands, he touches me. There’s urgency in the contact, but it’s not rough. It’s full of intention. He takes his time caressing, kissing everywhere. He starts at my neck, then trails down my chest, my breasts, my stomach. When his mouth reaches between my legs, his tongue works in slow, steady circles. I’m reduced to breaths and moans, just like I was last night.

It doesn’t take long before I’m screaming in pleasure, and I know why. There’s something more behind the dirty deeds we commit now. It’s not just arousal; it’s emotion running deep within me, within him. All the feelings of my early-morning revelation surge ahead. So this is what it feels like when you have sex with someone you love.

When I come down, he lifts his head up. The half smile he greets me with makes the butterflies in my stomach dance once more. He moves quickly and smoothly, sheathing a condom over himself before sliding in. That full feeling hits. That delicious, heavy, complete sensation will never, ever get old.

I mutter something about wanting to use my mouth on him, to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.

“Next time.” He leans forward, speaking through a moan. “Right now, I want this. And I want you.”

My back arches the instant he hits that deep spot. I can’t help but howl. Over and over he hits it, and again it’s not long. My brain is a fuzzy mess, trying to process every single second of this heaven. It’s the off-the-charts physical pleasure combined with what I feel for him that must be responsible for this level of intensity. Sex has never been this good, this fulfilling, this stripped down. Love is a game changer for me, it seems.

Tate’s body tenses above me, and I wrap all of myself around him. My legs and arms cocoon him as I come down, hopefully giving him the same comfort and satisfaction that his body gives me.

He collapses on top of me, tucking his head at the side of my neck. He moans. “I want to stay in bed with you all day.”

“Me too.” I run my fingers through his damp curls. “But your nana.”

Moist breath hits my neck when he laughs. Twisting to the nightstand clock, I see that he has less than an hour until he’s due at