Tabby made a small tortured sound before she cupped his face, guiding his gaze to hers. Sadness he felt, bone-deep, dulled the usual happiness in her eyes—or was it the lighting? His question was answered when she began to speak.
“Wanting you isn’t the problem. I’ve always wanted you, Reece. But I don’t know if I can do this and then walk away like nothing happened between us. It’s too h-hard.” The cry of honesty in her voice sent shivers up his spine.
For a moment, he stood paralyzed. He swallowed, knowing that he stood on a pivotal point. If he let her go tonight, she would be lost to him forever. It was in her moist eyes, the somber way she looked at him, and the anguish in her tone.
A heartbeat thrummed before he said, “You’re mine.” He was surprised by how easily the declaration flowed from his mouth, but it felt right.
The rest would have to fall in place.
Tabby made a soulful sound, somewhere between a whimper and a laugh. “Are you sure? Because I can’t—”
He crossed his lips over hers. Her mouth met his with a hunger that sent fire surging through his veins. He angled his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue plunging in and out, sliding against hers, until she sucked hard, pulling him farther inside. Her bold action increased the pressure in his jeans, forcing him to surrender to her caress.
For some time they feasted upon each other, each of them unable to get close enough. When they breathlessly parted, her lips moved to his throat, a soft caress that left him feeling needy, achy.
“Touch me, Tabby.” The request was a desperate plea. He had to feel her hands on him. Know that she felt the same way he did.
As if she knew what he needed, she slid her fingers between his jeans and his abdomen. A sharp intake of air filled his lungs. Her hand slipped farther inside, her fingers curling around his dick, causing his flesh to harden even more.
When she squeezed him, he quivered. “God. That feels good.”
“Take off your shirt.” Her demand sent another shiver up his spine.
Using her free hand, she worked the button of his jeans loose, and then tugged. His zipper hissed, freeing him. In seconds, his pants and boxers pooled around his boots and ankles, and he stood before her naked and heavily aroused. His cock was dark and engorged, the bulbous head damp with precome.
Tabby dropped to her knees, gazing up at him through thick, shuttered lashes. “I want to taste you.” Her lips parted, her tongue making a slow, sexy slide between her lips.
His pulse stuttered before it soared in anticipation. Just the thought of her taking him this way made him impossibly harder. When she barely touched the end of his cock with her pink, moist tongue, his heart nearly stopped and his knees threatened to buckle. Yet that was nothing compared to how he felt when she licked a slow, seductive path along the underside of the head, and then she smoothed her tongue over the top, removing the pearly drop with a flick.
He trembled as if caught in a snowstorm, but it wasn’t the chilly night having this effect on him. It was the woman who smiled up at him with such sensuality, before she took all of him into her warm haven.
Groaning, he stabbed his fingers through her silky hair as she moved up and down his shaft. The feel of her mouth gliding over his flesh was heaven and hell. The pleasure was so exquisite he thought for a moment he’d lost his friggin’ mind. He couldn’t quite grasp that Tabby knelt before him, with desire burning in her eyes, as she fucked him with that sassy mouth of hers. It was so like her to tease him, switching from firm to gentle strokes, then to slow and fast ones, and then back to slow.
His cock throbbed and pounded to a rhythm of pure ecstasy he had never felt before. He was sure the damn woman was trying to kill him when a fiery rush of blood slammed into his balls, drawing them up tight against his body. A tickling vibration began at the bottom of his shaft.
He tensed.
Not yet, his mind screamed as his body struggled with the intensity with which his climax threatened.
“Stop! Oh. God. Tabby, stop.”
Bent over in near pain, his palms splayed on his thighs, he groaned, long and low. When he could finally breathe, move, he eased out of her precious mouth. His erection glistened with her saliva beneath the soft glow of light.
“If you keep doing that, it will be over before it begins.” Despite the urgency beating furiously inside him, he chuckled. “Besides you have too many clothes on.”
Tabby licked her lips, rising. “That would just mean we’d have to start all over again. And I can take care of the too many clothes.”
He waited until she reached for the button on her jeans before he toed off his boots and socks, shedding his pants and briefs. Still breathing hard, he sprawled upon a pile of pillows to enjoy the view.