Chapter 33

CHAPTER33

SCARLETT

The moment his tongue touches my sensitive flesh, I feel like I’m about to shoot off the bed. It’s like this every single time. The moment his fingers or mouth find me there, I’m lost. Overwhelmed.

Desperate for more.

He licks me from ass to clit, leaving no spot of me untouched. I shamelessly rub my pussy against his face, sucking in a sharp breath when he slides a finger inside of me, keeping it still for a moment. Letting me get used to it.

I’m already used to it. I want more. My whimpers make that obvious.

He adds another finger, his lips finding my clit, sucking it. Gently he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, his pace slow at first. Patient.

But I’m completely impatient. I want more. I want to come. And when he increases his speed, his fingers moving faster, his tongue circling my clit over and over, I draw closer to the edge.

Closer to bliss.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my voice strained, my hips lifting, seeking more.

He reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers, our palms pressed close together, and I squeeze his hand, that now-familiar overwhelming sensation sweeping over me, sending me spiraling.

The orgasm rocks into me, leaving me breathless. Weightless. I’m shaking, his name falling from my lips, and too soon he’s pulling away from me, reaching for that condom and tearing the wrapper off. I watch as he settles onto his haunches, rolling the condom onto his erection, and the remnants of my orgasm fade.

Replaced by a trickle of fear.

He’s big. And he’s going to somehow enter me? A couple of Tate’s fingers don’t compare to the size of his dick.

His gaze finds mine, and concern flickers in his eyes. “You look terrified.”

“Sorry.” I wince, and a relieved sigh leaves me when he settles on top of my body, covering me completely. He’s so big and hard and warm, and I love lying with him like this.

I feel safe. Protected. Maybe even . . .

Loved.

I’m probably getting way ahead of myself.

“Don’t apologize.” He kisses me, his lips soft, his tongue teasing. “We can stop at any time if you need to.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want to.” His mouth is on mine once again, deepening the kiss, making me moan low in my throat. “But I think you’re ready for me, Scar. You’re wet and loose after your orgasm.”

I nod when he lifts away from me slightly, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it then.”

When I lift my gaze to his, I see he’s smiling. Shaking his head. “You act like we’re about to embark on this . . . tough project.”

“I’m just trying to prepare myself. It might not be pleasant at first.” I bite my lip, hating that I said that. I just want everything between us to be good.

Perfect.

“It’ll get pleasant.” His smile grows, and he kisses me yet again. “More than pleasant.”

“I hope so,” I say, sounding full of doubt.

He kisses me for long minutes. Slips his fingers between us so he can stroke me. He’s right. I’m wet. Tingling with anticipation, the dread slowly going away the more he kisses me. When I feel his erection poking at my entrance, I tilt my hips up slightly, the head of his cock brushing against my clit.

Tate groans, pausing in his movements, like he needs to regain control of himself. I reach for him, running my hands down the front of his sweat-dampened chest, wishing I could rub my body all over his. I want to smell like him.

Okay, I am seriously in way over my head about this man.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” He braces his hand on the pillow beside my head, his other hand wrapped around the base of his erection. “Try to relax.”

I exhale slowly and close my eyes, automatically tensing up when I feel him broach my entrance. He slips just inside of my body, stretching me wide, and I release a breath, absorbing the feel of him shifting deep. Deeper.

Until he’s completely inside of me.

Tate is still, though I can hear him breathe. He’s trying to keep it together, I can tell, and while it doesn’t necessarily hurt, I do feel overwhelmingly full of him. I shift beneath him, making him groan, and he leans in, his forehead against mine, and I open my eyes to find his tightly closed.

“Are you okay?” I can’t believe I’m the one who’s asking that.

His eyes open, and he lifts his head away from mine. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

“You seem like you’re in pain.” I run my fingernails up and down his back lightly, and he shivers.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he admits.

“It’s all right,” I whisper, wiggling beneath him. I’m not in pain, but it does feel different. In a good way.

He shifts, withdrawing almost all the way out before he plunges back in, and my breath hitches in my throat. “I want to move faster.”

“Then move faster.” I drift my hands down, sliding them over his ass and giving him a not-so-subtle push. “I’m not going to break, Tate.”

That seems to be what he needs to hear, because he starts to move. Slow but steady at first, letting me adjust and get used to the sensation of him being inside of my body. His restraint is commendable. He’s trying so hard to be gentle.

But I’m realizing that this doesn’t hurt at all. The friction with his every withdrawal and push forward is delicious. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his hips, and we both moan when it sends him deeper.

“Jesus, Scarlett,” he bites out, the corded muscles in his neck standing out as he strains against me. “You feel so good.”

“Go faster,” I encourage, and he doesn’t hesitate.

We’re moving against each other faster. Harder. Soon the sound of our sweat-covered bodies slapping against each other fills the room. He grunts with every thrust, and at one point, I crack my eyes open so I can just stare at him.

Only to find him watching me. His gaze is soft, his face is flushed, and when he dips down, his mouth finding mine in a tongue-thrusting kiss, I know.

I’m in love with him. It happened so quickly. Like an unstoppable force. And maybe I’m rushing things or I’m completely overthinking it, but I love him.

And I think he might be a little in love with me too.

“Are you close?” he asks me once he breaks the kiss, his gaze locked on mine. There’s a glow in his eyes I’ve never noticed before.

I slowly shake my head, running my hands down his chest, fingernails drifting across his abs. “Not really.”

“Shit.” He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit, and he rubs it as he continues to thrust, fucking me harder. Faster.

Tingles sweep over my skin, and he grabs hold of me with his other arm, adjusting my position so he somehow sinks even deeper. All of it is too much. Not enough.

Without warning the orgasm sweeps over me, my mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. My inner walls milk his erection, rippling along his shaft, and he groans, collapsing on top of me.

I hold him as he comes, running my hands over his shoulders, almost like I’m comforting him. Soothing him. Savoring the feel of him on top of me, crushing me into the mattress.

“Am I hurting you?” he finally asks when he finds his voice once more, making like he’s going to lift off me.

I clamp my arms around him tighter, keeping him in place. “Don’t leave yet.”

“I, uh . . . need to get rid of the condom,” he admits, chuckling.

“Just give me another minute.” I sink my fingers into his hair, stroking the back of his head.

He lifts away just a little so he can look into my eyes. “Why?”

“I’m enjoying this.” I smile at him. “Holding you.”

Tate slowly shakes his head, the expression on his face almost wondering. Like he can’t believe what I’m doing. “You are something else, Scarlett Lancaster.”

“Is that a compliment?” I lift my brows.

He grins. “Definitely.”