Lara’s heart skipped a beat. “No hope for me either,” she whispered huskily. “I think I fell for you from the moment you saved those waffles for me at the buffet,” she told him lightly. “And I’ve just kept falling until I know I can’t escape.”
Luckily, now that she knew he loved her, she didn’t want to escape. She just wanted to wallow in Tate.
“You love me?” he asked incredulously.
“So much it hurts,” she answered with a sob, swiping at her tears.
Tate wrapped his muscular arms around her body, squeezing her so hard against him that Lara could hardly breathe, but she didn’t care. Her arms snaked around his neck and she inhaled the scent of him, drowning in her love for him.
“Why didn’t you tell me, baby? Jesus, I love you so damn much,” he said in a harsh tone.
“I was afraid. I thought love was a burden you didn’t want.”
“Have I ever made you feel like a burden?” Tate growled in her ear.
Lara thought for moment and answered candidly, “No.” She’d been a burden to her aunt and uncle, but Tate had never made her feel that way. “I think it was my own insecurities. I’m sorry. I almost left without telling you. I shouldn’t have cared if you could love me back. I should have said it.”
“It wouldn’t have been the end,” Tate told her firmly. “I would have come after you, used everything I had to make you want to be with me. Somehow, I would have worn you down eventually,” he finished confidently. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed you, baby. I would have lost my mind if there was no hope.”
Her heart was so full of love that Lara thought it would explode. “I love you, Tate Colter.”
“Christ, baby. I worship you. I adore everything about you. I don’t know how you couldn’t have known how I felt about you.”
She leaned back and looked into his eyes. “Maybe because I was so head over heels in love with you. Fear is a powerful motivator.”
“I wouldn’t know,” he teased. “I think the only thing that’s ever truly terrified me is you leaving me.” He grasped the back of her head, pulled her into him and crushed her mouth with his.
He kissed her as though he were making a vow, as if he’d never let her go. His tongue swept into her mouth and he slanted his mouth over hers again and again, until Lara was out of breath and panting.
“I need to be inside you, Lara. Now,” he demanded as he pulled his mouth from hers. His breathing was rough and heavy.
“Yes.” She fumbled with her jeans frantically, needing him so desperately that it was painful. “Please, Tate.”
They stripped at what was probably a record speed, a tangle of legs and arms, as they tore at their own clothes and each other’s.
Lara’s heart beat frantically, her breathing hot and panting as she looked at Tate, completely nude. She put her hands on his shoulders and ran her palms all the way down his chest and abdomen. “God, you’re a beautiful man.” She brushed her fingers over his hard, heavy cock and wrapped her fingers around him. “I can’t believe you love me.”
“Believe it,” he answered in a low, desperate voice. “You’re mine, Lara. You’ll always be mine.”
She couldn’t argue with his arrogant comment. Her heart would always belong to him. She squeezed his cock gently. “Does that mean this is mine?” she asked seductively, loving the way his eyes flared as she teased him.
“Everything. This whole body is yours, flaws and all,” he rasped. He slid his fingers down between her thighs and stroked through the wet heat that greeted him and groaned. “Mine. All mine,” he said greedily.#p#分页标题#e#
“Then take it,” she begged him, needing to feel him, be connected to him.
He kissed her hard on the mouth before he turned her body and placed her hands on the arm of the couch. She closed her eyes as she felt Tate cup her ass, and stroke over it roughly.
“Hold on, baby. I don’t think I can hold back right now,” he warned her in a husky tone.
“No holding back,” she demanded, wanting him to take her rough, make her his.
She gasped as his fingers plunged between her thighs, stroking through her folds to tease her clit. He moved through her heat possessively, covetously. Two of his fingers dipped into her channel, curled around the sensitive place inside her that made her go completely insane. “Tate,” she whimpered, needing him to make her come. Her body was tight and she trembled.
“Tell me, Lara. Tell me.” He kept up his rough, sensual assault.