Billionaire Untamed - Tate(44)

Tate’s eagerness emboldened her. The way he sounded, the way he talked to her made her feel as if she were a goddess, as though he was lucky to have her. She felt like the most desirable woman on earth. Probably because she thought Tate was the hottest man on the planet, and he wanted her.

“I can’t grant wishes,” she told him teasingly as she grasped his cock and placed it against her sheath. “I’m not magical.”

“To me you are,” Tate grunted as he guided her down onto him. “Ride me, Lara. Take what you want, whatever you need from me.”

Her heart raced as she looked down into his tumultuous eyes, molten with desire and one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Her breath caught as he urged her all the way down, completely seating himself inside her.

“I’m feeling very needy.” She rocked her hips.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned. He grasped her ass and rocked her against him again.

Lara started to move, using her bent legs for leverage and balance, and wrapped her arms around Tate’s shoulders. She closed her eyes; she absorbed his essence, let her body undulate with his erotically, satisfyingly, and let him fill her senses completely.

They moved together as one, and Lara savored the slow build of heat, the intimacy of having him inside her, the feel of his hand running up and down her back soothingly. This was no race to the finish line. The urgency was there, but it was as if neither one of them wanted it to end.

Her hands speared into his hair; she brought her mouth down to his and tangled their tongues together in a sensual, intimate dance while she moved harder, faster.

He groaned into her mouth. Tate stroked her ass, finally grasping it as though he had snapped, and lifted his hips to intensify the strength of his entry inside her, fucking her as though he needed her, had to possess her completely.

“Mine,” he ground out as Lara lifted her mouth from his. “You’re mine, baby. I’ll never let you go.”

His dominant words triggered her climax; her body echoed his declaration as she ground against him, trying to claim him as her own with her body.

She wanted.

She needed.

She was desperate.

She was…his.

“Oh, God. Tate.” She panted as ripples became massive waves that crashed over her. She clung to him, threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm tore through her body. She felt Tate shudder against her and follow her over the edge with a groan of ecstasy.

He held her against him covetously, one arm around her waist and the other on her ass. “That was a hell of a lot more than a mile high.”

Lara smiled as she held his head against her breasts. “Definitely,” she agreed, still in a daze, her body limp against his. Still flying above the clouds, Lara wondered whether she’d ever come down again.#p#分页标题#e#



“My boss sent me a text. He wants me back in DC soon. We’re shorthanded and he needs me back to work,” Lara told Tate quietly as they ate dinner together later that evening. “I was hoping I’d have more time, but he’s insistent.”

Tate nearly choked on his pasta as he inhaled to protest. He coughed and took a sip of his beer, looking at her before he spoke. “Don’t go back.”

Jesus. I can’t stand the thought of her leaving. The house would be empty without her. I’ll be empty without her.

She looked up at him and placed her fork on her plate. “You know I have to go back home. I have a career, and so do you. I don’t know what you’re still doing with the government, but I know you work a lot with the fire equipment company, developing new products. We both have our own very different lives.”

“I don’t travel much anymore, and I work with research and development in Denver for Colter Fire Equipment. I’m not there every day. I have professionals doing that job. I just give my input, and try to come up with new ideas.”

Shep whined at Lara’s feet, as though he knew what they were discussing. Hell, even his damn dog adored her. She couldn’t leave.

“I take my career seriously, Tate. I’m not a billionaire. My parents weren’t exactly prepared to die at such a young age. I got my degree from my inheritance, but I couldn’t go beyond a bachelor’s degree.” She took a sip of the white wine that she loved she’d found in his wine cellar.

Tate had already put in an order for several cases of the same wine.

“Is that why you joined the FBI?” he asked her huskily.

“Yes and no. I wanted to do something I was passionate about. Obviously I’m passionate about terrorism. Working for the FBI was a reasonable choice.”