He drew her jeans off, already inhaling the sweet smell of her desire.
“You wet for me?”
She looked up at him. “All I’ve been doing is thinking about you, dreaming about you. All I want is for you to f**k me until I come.”
He left her only long enough to get a condom, tossed it onto the table, but first he needed to taste her. He drew her panties off, her moisture glistening in the overhead lights. He used his thumb to trace the seam of her pu**y lips, loving that she shuddered at his touch. When he slid his finger inside her and bent down to capture her clit between his lips, she cried out, bucking against him.
“Oh, God, Mick, I won’t last long.”
He didn’t want her to wait. He wanted her to come, wanted to taste her as she let go and came against his mouth and tongue. He pressed down with his tongue against her clit and dragged it across her soft lips, keeping his finger inside her pumping away, then brought his lips over her clit and sucked.
“Oh, God, oh, God, Mick.” She rocked against his mouth while he lapped up her come, removing his fingers to suck up all her juices while she shuddered against him. Then he pulled away only long enough to drop his pants and put on the condom. He spread her legs apart and inched inside her, needing to f**k her hard but needing to savor this moment, because he loved her now, and it was like the very first time.
With Tara, it would always be like the first time.
It was perfect.
TARA WATCHED THE PLAY OF EMOTIONS ON MICK’S FACE, from passion to near pain as he entered her. She was so filled with love for this man she could barely contain her joy. The pleasure he brought her held no bounds. She lifted against him, still pulsing inside from the orgasm he’d given her. Her pu**y tightened around him, gripping him as he swelled inside her and dragged impossible sensations from her with every thrust.
She held on to his arms as he moved slow and easy at first, then quickened the pace, rolling his hips over her clit and grinding against her until she climbed that precipice again. He took her right to the edge, then pulled back, giving her that wicked smile that told her he knew exactly where she’d been, but wouldn’t let her go just yet.
“Bastard.”
“You love me.”
“Yes, I do. Now let me come.”
He dropped down on top of her and kissed her, a bone-melting kiss, his tongue sliding over hers, his fingers buried in her hair, his body connected to hers in the most intimate way. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t touching her, from his c**k to his mouth to his heart.
It was perfect.
And when she came, she cried out against his lips, and he groaned against hers, and it was the sweetest sound of love that left her laughing and crying and thinking life was just so damn good, and she’d almost thrown it all away.
After, they ate pizza and curled up together on the sofa.
“You want a big wedding?”
She turned to look at him. “I have no idea. I’ve never thought about it.”
He arched a brow. “You’re a woman. All women think about stuff like this. And besides, you’re an event planner.”
She shrugged. “I just never thought I’d get married.”
“You’re getting married. Plan a big wedding.”
“I don’t have any family. Except Nathan, of course.”
“You have my family. They’re now your family. And they’re huge. And then there’s the team. Also huge. And lots of friends.”
“Guess I should start a guest list.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Guess you should.” He grabbed his drink and took a long swallow.
“Do you really want a baby?”
He shifted his gaze to her. “Do you?”
She smiled at him, remembering the feel of the baby she held. “I’ve thought about it.”
“I’d love another kid like Nathan. Or maybe a little girl like you.”
Her heart warmed, and she snuggled against him. “I have no idea what I did to deserve someone like you.”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
She shoved her shoulder into him, and he laughed.
“I’m the lucky one, Tara. I have you; I have Nathan. I have the perfect life. Thank you.”
She lifted up and kissed him, a long, lingering kiss.
“Mmmmm, pepperoni. Perfect, indeed.”