freckle sat at the outer corner of her right eye. Her lashes were the same deep shade of red as her hair. They looked almost brown except where the light hit and turned them red.
“Tate.”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“If you’re having second thoughts . . .”
He smiled because she was adorable when she was nervous. “Third. Fourth. A thousand thoughts about what I want to do with you. Starting with this.”
Her face followed his for the kiss, but he dipped his head and kissed the spot just under her ear. He slid his hands down her shoulders and arms to her waist. He kissed his way down her neck, across her chest, up her throat, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He clamped his hands tight on her hips and pulled her snug against him. Her sweet little sigh whispered against his lips. He swallowed her moan when he dipped his hand over her ass, squeezed, and lifted her so her body fit to his. Her hands went up under his shirt the second his tongue slid against hers. He tasted her need at the same time her nails bit into his back.
He loved that she didn’t hesitate or hold back.
It made this transition from friends to lovers easier and less awkward.
He unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. She pulled his shirt off over his head. When he pulled her back in for another searing kiss and her skin met his, something primal went off inside him.
He backed her up to the bed and laid her out on it, trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, and finally taking one of those tempting pink nipples into his mouth. He smoothed his tongue over the tight bud. She moaned his name and slid her fingers into his hair and held him to her as he feasted with her thighs pressed to his sides. He left one perfect breast for the other and cupped the abandoned one in his palm, molding it to his hand.
God, she was . . . amazing.
Her hands dipped between them and attacked the button and zipper on his jeans. She slipped one hand around his hard shaft and squeezed, then ran her hand up and down his length. Lost in the buzz of lust running though him, he backed away from her and practically tore her jeans, panties, socks, and shoes off her. He pulled and tugged as she scooted up the bed and fell back, her hair in wild disarray around her beautiful face and shoulders.
He stared down at all that pale skin and swept his gaze up her legs, past her tempting sex, over her round pink-tipped breasts to the come-and-get-me grin.
“Damn, babe, you’re beautiful.” Now that he allowed himself to really look at her and see her, he couldn’t deny or miss the obvious: she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Don’t call me that.” The snap in her words made it clear she didn’t like that particular endearment.
He pulled off one boot and the other, never taking his eyes off her. “Shall I stick with Lizard?” He stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs, completely satisfied to see her eyes dilate and fill with desire as her gaze roamed down his chest, abs, and throbbing erection.
“Try again.” The breathless reply made him grin.
It was still there when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “How about sweetheart?” He trailed kisses up her thigh.
“Better,” she said on a sigh.
Her thighs spread as he pushed them up and planted his hands on the mattress beneath them. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he dipped his head and teased her soft folds with the tip of his tongue. “What about honey?” He planted his mouth over her and sank his tongue deep into her slick core. The taste of her on his tongue sent a bolt of heat through him that made his dick twitch and the need to bury himself deep inside her intensify to the point he could barely contain the need to do so right now. He wanted to take his time, but his body and heart wanted to claim her as his.
Her hips rocked against his mouth. Her hands fisted in the comforter.
He took her right up to the edge, slipped one finger into her tight center, licked that throbbing bud, and sent her right into oblivion. Her back arched and her body pulsed against his mouth. Head back in