Rekindled (35 page)

“My turn,” I say, sliding off the dresser, stumbling slightly.

“Easy there, Sweetness.” He chuckles, as he catches me in his arms.

“You are way too overdressed right now.” Reaching out, I grab the hem of his shirt and begin to tug it upward, letting him finish the motion when my arms stop short of being able to pull it over his head. He drops the shirt next to his feet and I swallow at the sight of him. The man is like one of those Calvin Klein underwear models you see on billboards in Time Square, except better, because he’s Tate.
My Tate.

My fingers fumble a bit when I try to undo the button to his jeans, but feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, I focus on my task, determined to unwrap my present. I swallow again when he steps out of his jeans, standing before me in just a pair of boxer-briefs with a full and
huge
erection
.

“Jesus!” I hiss, and he grabs the edges of his underwear and removes it, letting his erection spring free.

His expression shifts from amused to lethal as soon as I wrap my fingers around his thickness. His eyes smolder with desire as I apply pressure to the base and begin to stroke up and down in long, slow movements. Base to tip. Tip to base. Feeling brave, I kneel before him and let my tongue flick the tip, causing him to jerk his head back while closing his eyes.

“Fuck, Callie.” I run small circles over the head with my tongue before taking him in my mouth.

His fingers run through my hair, tugging at the ends, spurring me on. I part my lips wider, allowing me to take him deeper as his hands move to my shoulders, his fingertips digging into my flesh as I increase my pace. His hips buck against my mouth in the rhythm I’ve set, and when I glance up at him from beneath my lashes, I see the muscles in his jaw clench tight as I continue letting my hands stroke him, following the path of my mouth. I can tell he’s straining to keep control, and when he lets out a deep growl, I know he’s on the brink of splintering into a complete mess. But just as I think he’s about to let go, I feel his hands push against my shoulders, and he removes himself from my mouth.

“Not yet.” He pants with ragged breaths.

He takes my hand in his and leads me to the bed, where he gently pushes me back until I’m lying across it. “I told you,” he says, as he places kisses on the top of my knees, making his way up my thighs to my stomach, “Our first time, I want to take my time exploring every inch of your perfect body.”

His tongue traces along the rim of my belly button, slowly torturing me as he kisses his way up my stomach to the curve of my breasts where he takes one of my nipples between his teeth and lightly pulls on it. Delicious tingles shoot down my spine when he releases it and sucks on the other one. I’m not sure how much time passes, but he makes good on his promise of taking his time exploring my body, until I can no longer take it.

“Tate,” I breathe against his mouth as he hovers over me, his lips barely pressed against mine. “I need to feel you inside of me. Now.”

He chuckles. “Sweetness, you have no idea how much I love hearing you say that.” He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, teasing me with his tongue.

I can still taste myself on him, the distinct flavor of femininity and ecstasy, making me feel dizzy with need. He disappears from the bed and there’s the sound of a wrapper tearing. When he returns, he plants his hands on the bed, next to my body as he hovers above me. Needing to touch him, I run my hands along the bulging muscles in his biceps and drape my arms over his shoulders, tugging him down to me.

I can feel his erection pressing against me, and I moan when he reaches down with one hand to guide himself inside. I cry out when he pushes the tip in. My body isn’t used to this, especially not with someone so huge. The acute feeling of pain mixed with pleasure immediately rolls through me when I spread my legs further, urging him to go deeper. He pushes himself so that he’s inside of me just a little bit more before pulling all the way out.

“Tate,” I beg. “Please.”

He laughs and seals his lips over mine as he enters me again, this time going a little bit deeper. His hips gyrate, and the movement sends delicious shockwaves radiating through my core. My body arches, needing to feel more of him, but instead, he pulls back out again. My breath hitches when he slowly enters me again, pulsing himself in and out with short strokes until he finally slides all the way in, filling me completely.

“Yesssss.” I hiss in satisfaction as my hands fly out and grip his ass, pulling him down into me as I try to grind myself against him.

“Fuck, Callie, you’re so tight,” he says into my neck, as he moves slowly, allowing me to get used to his size.

Our breaths become a chorus of grunts and moans as our mouths meet, teeth clashing in a primal frenzy, because no matter how close our bodies are, it’s not close enough. I will never be able to get enough of him. My legs curl around his body, and he slides one hand along my hip, snaking it around my back to help lift me closer to him with each thrust. My body bucks against his and he buries himself inside me to the hilt, his strokes becoming harder and going deeper, causing me to cry out with pleasure. Our rhythm becomes wild and untamed, and I drag my fingernails down his back and over his ass, needing to touch more of him.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, our chests heaving off-beat from one another as we suck in breaths of sticky air. Everything feels so heavy, and yet so light at the same time. I can feel myself getting lost, drowning in the tidal wave of pleasure that was on the brink of crashing over me.

“Oh, God, I’m so close.” I let my eyes fall shut.

“Open your eyes, Callie,” he demands as he relentlessly slams into me. “I want you to look at me when I make you come.”

As if his words wouldn’t do it alone, I see one of his hands disappear between my legs, and I feel his thumb circle over my clit. I’m so overwhelmed with sensations and emotion, I feel like I’m about to combust. He begins to rub my swollen nub until he presses down on it and I fall apart. My eyes stay locked on his as I fall into the velvety abyss of pleasure, my entire body quaking in rapture while my world explodes into a million beautiful stars.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He kisses me gently as he slowly rocks into me, easing me down from my climax.

He begins to pick up his pace again, nailing me down to the bed as he drives into me with wild ferocity. Pleasure begins to ripple through me with each of his thrusts as he grips my ass in his hands, tilting my hips upward as he grunts and throws his head back.

“Fuck, Callie!” He pumps his hips in long, hard strokes until his body stiffens against mine.

I watch in awe as he climaxes. I’m riveted to the way his jaw clenches and the way his stomach muscles flex as he milks every last second of his orgasm. I’ve seen men get off before, but never has it looked so beautiful. There is something so raw, and so honest about the way Tate’s features contort with pleasure, and knowing that I’m the one who brought him to that, touches me in the darkest parts of my soul.

Pulling himself off me, he unrolls the condom and heads to the bathroom to toss it out. By the time he emerges, I’ve thrown on a shirt and panties and snuggled underneath the covers. Tate crawls beneath the covers with me and wraps his arms around my waist, letting his breath fan against my neck.

“You’re incredible.” He peppers kisses along my neck and shoulder blades as his fingers draw lazy circles along my hip. “How did I get so lucky?”

I turn so that I’m facing him and he gently runs his fingers over my hair as his eyes roam over my face. The tender look in his eyes has me on the verge of tears. “I’m the one that’s lucky.” I take a deep breath and let my index finger run over his scruff, enjoying the roughness against my skin.

He reaches out and takes my hand in his. “Callie, I love you. I know we haven’t been officially together for all that long, but when it comes to you and me, time doesn’t matter. It can be hours, days, weeks, months or years, and it won’t change a thing. My love for you is timeless. I’ve loved you since we were seven when you stole my treehouse and my heart along with it, and I’ll love you well beyond my last breath. It’s always been you, and it always will be you.”

“I love you, too. So much,” I say.

“Oh, yeah?” he chuckles and wraps his arms around me, rolling us until I’m lying on top of him. He places a quick kiss on my shoulder. “Well, actions speak louder than words, so why don’t you show me?”

“What are you thinking about?” Tate’s voice seeps through the darkness as we lay in bed, his body curled up against mine as his thumb strokes the side of my arm.

“Nothing, really,” I say, staring at the sheer curtains blowing gently in the breeze.

We spent the past three hours making love, and after we finished, we took a candle-lit bath in the claw-foot tub where he let me wash his hair and he made me come for the fifth time that night. My body’s never felt so deliciously spent. After our bath, all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and let him hold me, which is exactly what he did after he opened up the balcony doors so that we could see the half-moon hanging in the night sky.

“Have you thought anymore about what you want to do for your birthday?” he asks.

“It’s not for another three weeks.”

“I know, but I want to do something special for you.”

“I think I’d just like a quiet evening with you and Jonah,” I say, grinning when I feel his lips land on my bare shoulder. “All I need is you and my son and it’ll be the perfect birthday.”

“Mhm, you know Mari’s never going to agree to that.”

“I can’t believe Mari even remembers when my birthday is. I swear the girl’s got the memory of an elephant.”

He chuckles against my skin, sending vibrations tingling down my spine. “Oh believe me, I know. That girl has been a constant pain in my side the past week, emailing me about your birthday.”

I let out a groan and turn so that I’m facing him. “Please tell me she’s not planning some big surprise party.”

“I swore I wouldn’t tell you what she’s planning.”

“What if I offer my services in exchange for information?”

“And what kind of services would you be offering, Miss Winters?”

I glide my hand along the taut muscles of his stomach, dipping below the waistband of his boxers until I feel the thick mushroom head, letting my thumb brush over the hole at the tip before running it around the ridge that runs along the bottom of the head.

“Fuck.” He exhales as he spears me with a heated look. “She’s going to kill me if I tell you. I gave her my Scout’s honor.”

I slide my hand down to the shaft and make one long stroke, down to the base and back to the head. It feels like velvet against my fingers and when I do it again, this time with a little bit more pressure, I feel his dick begin to harden in my hand. He closes his eyes and I begin to alternate my pace and grip, watching as his chest rises and falls heavily with each breath he takes.

“You were never a scout.” I grin as I press my thumb against the tip and rub in circles.

“Thank fuck for that,” he says, as he flips me over so that he’s on top of me and his erection is pressed up against my panties. “Because I have every intention of taking you up on your offer.”