Page 23 of Then and Now (The Edge of Retaliation 3)
“I would have died before I let that fucker hurt you, and that still stands, do you understand me? I won’t let them get their hands on you.”
I swallow, and reach up, cupping his cheek. He’s got a few days growth on his chin, and he is still battered and bruised in the face, but he’s without a doubt the most incredible looking man I’ve ever seen. I lean down and brush my lips across his, an electric jolt running through my body upon contact.
It feels better than I ever imagined it would.
I want to remain here for the rest of my days, feeling this exact feeling.
He deepens the kiss, sliding his hand around to the back of my head and pulling me closer with a fistful of my hair. My heart leaps and my stomach feels like it’s filled with a thousand little butterflies. Our tongues dance and our mouths move in perfect sync, the best damned kiss I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing in my life.
I whimper against his mouth and our movements go from deep, to frantic, like suddenly we can’t get to each other quick enough. His hands move to my hips and slide up my top, running along my skin with such careful precision, it feels amazing, and my skin prickles in response.
I’m not wholeheartedly sure we should be doing this, but I do know I can’t stop myself. Everything inside me wants this man. Even past the guilt over the fact that I only just left my husband and I’m already seeking another. I can’t seem to make myself feel like that’s a good enough reason to stop.
Patrick doesn’t want me; he wants the status.
I’m convenience for him. I’m what makes him picture perfect on the outside.
If only they knew what he was really like, beneath it all. Cold and insensitive, caring only about himself and his money.
Tatum’s hands bring me back to now when they left my shirt up and over my head. He tosses the shirt, his lips finding mine again, and I melt into him, coming back to the moment we’re in and relishing in every damn second of it. His lips move away from mine and slide down my neck while his fingers undo my bra.
His cock is hard beneath me, and with one slow twist of my hips I can feel the impressive length of it against my pussy. It’s big, it’s thick, and it’s ready. My heart does a little flip flop when my bra goes flying and I’m sitting on him in only a pair of shorts. He stops trailing kisses down my neck and leans back, taking me in.
My cheeks redden.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “I’ve been thinkin’ about this moment for so fuckin’ long.”
Oh.
Lord.
“Me, too,” I whisper.
Tatum lowers his head, capturing my nipple in his mouth. He sucks slowly, swirling his tongue around the hard nub. Everything inside me feels like it’s going to explode upon contact, and I have to force myself to refrain from crying out in pure joy. Joy because I haven’t felt pleasure in … God, such a long damned time.
I start a slow rotation of my hips against his cock, rubbing my pussy up and down the hard length as he devours my nipple. His pleasured growl lets me know he’s enjoying every second of it. A warm feeling starts to build in my core as I rock my body against his, and with every slide I get closer and closer to orgasm.
His sucking becomes frantic on my nipple, and he changes between nipping and sucking, until I can’t hold it back any longer. I cry out his name as an orgasm rocks my core, my body trembling in his arms. It feels so fucking good. I bury my face in his neck when he pulls away from my nipple, inhaling his masculine scent and loving every second of how he smells and how warm his skin is.
“Fuck,” he rasps into my ear, “that was fuckin’ hot.”
“I want more,” I murmur into his neck, pressing my lips against the skin and kissing the soft spot there.
“That wasn’t even the warm-up, honey.”
He moves me quickly, flipping me so I’m on my back on the sofa. Without warning, he takes my shorts and has them and my panties down my legs before I can even gasp. He tosses them aside, leaving me completely naked beneath him. I look up at him and watch as his eyes slowly travel down my body, taking in every inch of me.
“Your pussy is wet,” he growls. “Fuck, I can’t wait a second more to taste you.”
He moves down, positioning himself between my legs and bringing them up over his shoulders, then his mouth is on me, hot and soft all at the same time. His tongue glides up the length of my pussy, taking in all my arousal. He lets out a pleased groan and his tongue gets to work, making my entire body come alive in a way I didn’t know it could.
