My ass landed on the basin and my legs wrapped around his hips.
One arm tight around my back, his other hand roamed as he kissed me and I kissed him back. His hand slid over my side, my ribs, up and in, he found my nipple, caught it between thumb and finger and rolled.
I gasped into his mouth, my h*ps shifting on the counter to gain better access to his.
His hand instantly left my nipple and went between us.
“Fuck, please, be ready,” he growled against my lips as his hand worked his jeans.
“I’m ready, honey,” I breathed against his.
He kissed me again then he was inside me. I gasped in his mouth and my legs tightened around his hips. He leaned in, I went back and he braced one hand against the basin, the other arm still wrapped around me and he pounded in deeper and, better still, harder.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His arm around me jerked me slightly out from the basin so he had better access and I moaned as fire shot through me because this meant he could go even deeper and drive in way, way harder. I knew because he did just that.
He f**ked me and kissed me as my hands moved on him, all over him, every inch I could get, fast, feverish but when I was close, one hand sifted in his hair and clenched as my other arm went around his back and squeezed.
“I’m there,” I gasped.
“No shit,” he muttered, I vaguely felt his mouth smile against mine but I was paying a lot more attention to the fact that I was coming.
He lasted a long time, I held him tight and he built it again so I cl**axed again before he finally groaned in my mouth.
Except during my recuperation and after the cosmetic procedures, this hadn’t changed. Tack was always hungry for me. I was always greedy for him.
No. It had changed. It kept getting better and better.
His lips were working my neck and my hands were sliding over his skin when I turned my head and asked, “So, I’m taking it that was Kane ‘Tack’ Allen’s way of communicating he’s happy he knocked me up.”
Tack’s head came up and his lips surrounded by is badass biker goatee were smiling.
“Yeah, babe. That’s my way of communicatin’ I’m glad I got you knocked up.”
“Good,” I said softly.
His smile faded as his hand came up to my neck, palm under my ear, fingers in my hair behind it, thumb moving out to sweep the apple of my cheek.
God, I loved it when he did that.
His eyes watched his thumb move then they came to mine and I held my breath at what I saw.
“I got there,” he whispered.
“Where, baby?” I whispered back.
“God wouldn’t ‘a given me you and all you could give me growin’ inside you if I was not redeemed.”
My heart tripped and my belly flipped as I breathed, “Handsome,” lifting a hand to curl around the side of his neck and moving my head so my forehead was resting against his.
His soft words brushed against my lips and it was the sweetest touch he’d ever given me when he said, “I love you, Red.”
“I love you too, Tack.”
We held each other close, connected and savored the moment before he lifted his head and announced, “We got a party to get to, darlin’.”
He was not wrong.