might embarrass myself tonight."
Resting me on the sofa, he dropped his pants only
enough to free himself. I watched as he tore t he packet open, pinched the tip and rolled the
condom down the length of his cock. He glanced at me then, smiling.
“Are you ready?" The question was rhetorical. He rose to his
knees, tugged me forward until my hips rested on the edge of the
sofa, then thrust into me hard and fast, just like he ’d warned .
" Oh
God !" I gasped. Closing my eyes, I steeped in the sensation.
The fullness. The thrill. The delicious tingling of his harsh
entry. My arms and hands trembled beneath me.
He stilled, his hand sliding
between my thighs. I raised my head, watching as he circled his
thumb just over my core, fingers splayed over my belly. His thumb was callused from the strings of his guitar, but
not so much that it was abrasive. Just the opposite, it was
arousing.
G lanc ing up, Tate caught my eye. "You like?"
"Ungh," was my response. I
liked , d efinitely liked.
"Good. Come for me, babe. I’m
almost there already." He withdrew until I was almost empty then
thrust in again , hard and fast. I cried
out, my knees tightening around his hips, almost in tears from the
shock and pleasure of it. “That’s it, babe,
scream for me.”
His hips moved faster. Harder. Heat coiled in a building wave
and I climaxed, exhilarated over the effect I had on him. I could
get high on the oaths escaping his lips ,
t he guttural sounds rumbling from the back of his throat. It
wasn't just me. He was lost too.
"Fuck. Oh fuck. Yeah.
Jesus."
His force increased, his hips slapping my thighs with bruising
vigor. His muscles tightened, face contorting, fingers digging deep
into my waist . A deep growl escaped him,
loud and unrestrained. He froze, buried deep inside of me, seizing,
trembling from the force of his climax. Every
muscle strained beneath the surface of his golden skin.
I could’ve watched him for hours.
Recovered enough to move again,
he grasped my waist and pulled me down with him as he collapsed to
the floor. "Fffffuuuuuuccckkk."
I snickered , shifting my weight so that I lay half
atop, half against his side.
“Laugh,” Tate chastised,
slipping the condom off and tying it in a knot. “Go ahead. Laugh.
As if I haven’t just emasculated myself with the faste st sex in the history of the world. I think I may
have set new records. I never even got my clothes off.”
“Well, you may have emasculated
yourself—your words not mine,” I assured when he lifted his head
and stared indignantly . “We both
accomplished what we intended. Do I look dissatisfied?”
“No,” he replied, dropping his
head to the floor. “You look deliciously disheveled. Ripe and sweet
and edible. My strawberry girl.”
“Deliciously disheveled. Say
that ten times fast.” He did, causing another round of laughter.
When we fell silent again, I explained. “I was going to say you
empowered me. I liked thinking I had that affect over you.”
“Babe, you have that affect on every man. I mean… look at you.” Rolling, he pinned me
beneath him. Lifted his weight. His eyes travelled over the length
of me, devouring every inch. I felt myself blush from head to
toe.
When he reached down and traced
the scar from my cesarean, I all but
stopped breathing. I hadn’t given it much thought. Much thought? I
hadn’t given it any thought. A mistake on my part. God I was
such a moron. His eyes drew up, meeting mine. My mouth pulled into
a frown.
“How old is he? It’s Levy,
isn’t it?”
“Almost two.”
“Where is he—with his dad?”
“No. He’s next door. My
neighbor watches him while I wait tables.” I supposed the cat was
out of the bag. No reason to delay the inevitable. “His father
doesn’t know he exists.”
Sliding
out from beneath him, I stood, grabbed the throw from the
back of the sofa and wrapped it around myself. This wasn’t what I
had planned ; explaining my past. I hoped
we could part ways on even