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WREN
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and my breath caught in my throat. He was so handsome. So sexy. The bastard smirked up at me and peeled my thong down my legs until I was standing there in nothing but my fuzzy socks.
“I fucking love these socks,” he whispered as he pressed kisses down my thighs. The towel he was wearing separated over his strong thighs. “But they have to go,” he said before pushing me back onto the bed gently.
I hadn’t thought this through. When I knocked on his door, I planned to just do a little twirl to show him my shirt and then go back to my room. But then he looked at me liked he wanted to devour me, and I couldn’t walk away.
I risked bruising my ego and walking away completely humiliated on a whim, and now suddenly here we were. Tate on his knees in front of me. I didn’t know what to think of that. Or how I felt about it. I only knew that I liked it.
I liked the way his eyes burned into mine. The way his hands and lips and tongue seared my flesh, branding me with his touch.
His confession that he’d been watching me for months rocked me. I never knew. I was equal parts embarrassed at all the stupid stuff he would have seen me do, and turned on knowing that even though he’d witnessed what was likely my least graceful moments, he was still here. He still wanted to reassure me. To cherish me. To... whoa!
Where did my socks go? And when did he move there?
I panicked. No one had ever been down there before. It was too intimate.
Embarrassing.
Instinct took over and self-preservation kicked in. Fight or flight. There was no way I could run. Not when my legs were melting. My insides liquifying. Fight. I had to fight. I couldn’t voice the words I needed to get him to stop, so I squeezed my legs shut...
And trapped him there.
His face pressed against my center.
Oh, my god.
How mortifying.
He tapped my thighs. “Wanna loosen your grip a little?” Tate chuckled, his voice thick and husky as it vibrated against my core.
And then he did the thing.
With his tongue.
I squealed.
Then I moaned.
My eyes rolled back.
My toes curled.
And I no longer cared that his face was between my legs. I just didn’t want him to stop. My fingers gripped his hair and held him there until I saw stars. Fireworks. Until my body was mush, boneless and my skin was covered in goose bumps.
Tate climbed back up my body, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Proud of yourself, huh?” I asked.
He shrugged, and pressing a kiss to my collarbone said, “I’m allowed to be proud of a job well done.”
I scoffed and challenged, “How do you know I wasn’t faking?”
“You couldn’t fake that.” His hands skimmed along my side and slid into my hair.
“I could have.” I felt the need to argue with him.
He shook his head. “You said fuck,” he whispered. His voice low, gravelly and the way he said fuck was sinful. I didn’t say it. There was no way.
“I did not.”
He chuckled and nipped at my skin. “Right before you moaned my name.”
“You’re that confident in your abilities?”
“You tell me?” he said and lowered his mouth to cover my breast. My traitorous body arched into him. “See?”
“I didn’t swear though.”
“You will. I promise.” He moved to the other before trailing kisses back up my sternum. His teeth bit into my neck and he pulled my earlobe into his mouth. Chills broke out over my body, and I dragged my hands down his sides before bringing them around his back and pulling him into me.
“Wren,” he groaned into my ear and then captured my lips with his, his tongue sweeping in and dominating my mouth.
My hands caressed his skin, feeling every muscle, every dip and crevice in his body until they came in contact with the towel that was miraculously still wrapped around his waist. My fingers fumbled, trying to grip the edge and rip it off.
Tate stood up and walked over to his suitcase where he rummaged through. I pushed up onto my elbows and watched as his shoulders slumped and head hung low.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He rose to his feet and closed his eyes. “What are the chances you came prepared?”
“What, like a boy scout?” I laughed.
He winced. “Like a fucking condom.”
“Oh.” I dropped my gaze, and Tate sighed taking that as a no. “Umm... Well, I mean, I’m on the pill?”
“Is that a question or are you telling me?”
“I’m telling you. And I’ve never not... You know?” I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger on one hand and then poked the forefinger on my other hand through the hole I made.
Tate bit the side of his cheek to stop laughing but failed. He laughed hard.
“Glad you find me amusing.”
“I’m sorry. But that was hilarious. Are you trying to tell me you’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before?”
My mouth dropped open. “You make it sound so crass.”
“Wren?”
I shook my head. My heart pounded in my chest and started a war with the butterflies that had taken up residence in my stomach. “Never.”
“Me neither,” Tate said and dropped his towel to the floor.
I licked my lips.
Forgot how to breathe. How to blink. How to do anything but stare at the man gloriously naked in front of me.
Adonis had nothing on him.
“You’re drooling,” Tate teased, and I reached up and wiped my mouth.
“Am not.”
He crossed the room and leaned down over me, placing his hands on the mattress beside me and pressing a wet, hot kiss to my mouth. Lifting a knee, he nudged my legs open and settled between them.
Holy moly he was hard. Firm. Smooth. Everywhere.
I snorted and my thoughts drifted back to earlier when we were both groomed for our photoshoot.
“Something funny?” he bit my bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth.
I moaned.
“Nope. Nothing at all.”
Tate’s hand gripped my thigh, bringing it up around his back. He pushed his hips forward, filling me completely.
Tate hissed out a breath. I groaned.
“So fucking good,” he whispered against my lips before reaching for both my hands and bringing them up beside my head. Linking our fingers, he pressed my hands into the mattress and kissed me long and hard until I couldn’t catch my breath.
My hips moved with his, both of us fighting for dominance. Power. Until I couldn’t anymore. All I could do was feel. My nerves were alight. My skin tingled everywhere our bodies touched.
My heart swelled and filled with emotion when Tate locked eyes with me. He held my gaze with such intensity that it scared me. I gripped his hands tighter and prayed I survived the aftermath, because there was no turning back after this.