Chapter 13

Tabitha gave in to her emotions and pressed her lips to Bram's. Not a little tap, either; there was urgency now. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. At one point, she yanked at the material and sent some of them flying but she was finally able to touch his skin. He was hot and hard. Even though he had that delectable beard, he had a smooth chest. All hard muscle. He cupped her face and met her gaze all need.

"Tabby cat, are you sure?"

She nodded. "So sure."

She wanted everything. He let her get the rest of his shirt off and he went back to kissing her like he couldn't get enough of her. He tugged on her T-shirt, getting it over her head in no time.

His lips sucked on her breast over her lacy bra. The sensation sent her brain cells into overdrive.

Her jeans and his came off in a flash of quick moves. She gave him all the credit because, at the moment, she could barely think straight with the way he was swirling his tongue over the valley of her breasts. Her blood hummed with need.

They switched positions. Now she was the one sitting on the sofa, naked and unashamed. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. His eyes were bright again, and god, he licked his lips. A lock of hair fell forward, softening his features.

The palms of his hands were warm and strong as he got down on his knees and spread her legs, inhaling deeply.

"Ah, Tabby cat. You smell like honey," he said softly.

"Really?"

"Yes, sweet, delicious honey."

Gliding his hands up her thighs, he brought his face close to her sex, his gaze never wavering from her own. The hammering of her heart in her ears would make it nearly impossible to hear anything he had to say.

He lifted the corner of his lips and planted a kiss on her inner thigh. A shiver raced down her back, making her grip the cushions on either side of her.

"So sensitive."

She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.

He sat back on his heels. She didn't expect him to slip his arms under her legs and grab hold of her, pulling her butt forward and up, almost off the sofa. Her sex was inches from his face. "Let's see how sweet you really taste."

He took a long lick from her entrance to her clit, sucking the tiny nerve bundle into his mouth.

A loud moan filled the living room. It came from her. "Oh, Bram."

He chuckled loudly and stopped. She blinked repeatedly, her gaze refocusing on his face. "I guess you like that, huh?"

"Yes!"

He winked and she almost came then and there. "Let's see what else you like."

Another lick and her toes curled on their own. Heck, her heels pressed into his back, pushing him closer to her sex. She moaned and another lick came, faster. He rolled his tongue over her clit, sucking, licking, and grazing his teeth on it. Her breaths were short and fast.

"Bram…" she gasped.

He slipped his tongue inside her and she lost her mind and all control. Her mind became a mess of moans, groans, and breathless gasps as he slipped his tongue in and out of her.

The cushions at her side were forgotten and she gripped his hair and rocked her hips. She neared the edge of her climax.

He swirled his tongue on her pleasure center and she almost jumped out of her skin. "Let me taste you, Tabby cat. I want your honey on my tongue."

He licked at her, faster, harder, with a loud gruff growl as he did. Her sex grew slicker at the animalistic sounds he made. She liked him like this. So…out of control. He flattened his tongue on her clit and flicked it back and forth like he had a battery on it.

She clung to his hair, her body growing tense. It was over in an instant. One hard breath and her world shattered. She moaned his name. It was amazing.

She was still shaking when he lowered her legs and sat back on the carpet in front of the fire. There was no way she could walk at the moment, but she'd crawl to him. They had to keep going. She needed him in her.

Crawl to him she did. When she got to him, she pushed him back on the floor and handed him a cushion for his head. Then she marveled at his beauty. He was big, thick, and strong. His body was so sexy. Every inch of him made her want him for keeps. But for right now, she'd take tonight.

"Like what you see?" His heated gaze made her ache to have him inside.

"So much." She licked her lips and straddled him, not giving him a chance to take control just yet. Holding him in her grasp, she lowered herself until he kissed her entrance.

"Tabby cat, you're driving me crazy." His voice was a deep rumble that made her nipples tight.

She smiled. She should feel bad, but it actually empowered her to know he wanted her this badly. This desperately. Gazes locked, she lowered until he was deep inside her, stretching her and filling her like no man ever had.

A soft gasp fell from her lips. She wiggled a little and took him even deeper. The sensation of being full was surreal but perfect. It felt right. He was exactly where he should be. He bent his knees and lifted his hips off the ground.

The action pushed her forward. She planted her hands on his smooth chest and dug her nails into him as she held on. He gripped her hips, lifted her, and proceeded to drop her right back down.

Her eyes widened at the sensations. He rubbed her insides with each thrust and retreat.

She rocked back and forth. The sounds of his grunts and groans wetting her sex further. She licked her lips and dropped harder, pressing into him.

"Bram…you feel so good."

"We're more than good, love. We're perfect."

He was right. They were perfect. How could she have doubted this?

He gripped her hips and lifted and dropped her harder. Faster.

She was so close. So close. "Please, Bram. I can't hold on."

His fingers bit deep into her hips. "Don't hold on. Let go, love."

He was the one in control and she was along for the ride. With a rough slam down, she came hard and fast. Her nails clawed at his chest with the force of her orgasm. Bram joined her. While she rode her pleasure wave, he tensed, a loud growl of something she didn't understand came out of his lips. Then he filled her with his heat. He lay his legs flat and she fell on his chest, both breathless and still shaking from their climax.

"This changes things," she mumbled breathlessly.

"This changes everything, love. There's nothing fake about us."

A smile spread over her face. She liked this turn of events.