Dying to Date(62)

“I didn’t have a choice,” he said, crawling over her. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you every minute. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes,” she breathed, reaching one hand up to touch his cheek. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

“I haven’t apologized to anyone in decades.”

“If you want to get laid, you’ll get over that rule,” she said, reaching around her body to the clasp of her bra.

“Coercion,” he argued as she stripped the straps down her arms.

“I have no idea what you mean.” She let the bra drop over the side of the bed.

A grin flashed over his face as he ran his hands down her bare arms. “I’m sorry. I wish things had played out differently.”

“That’s much better,” Melissa said, arching up to him.

“Vixen.” His lips came down to claim hers in a fiery kiss.

Melissa closed her eyes and gave herself up to his touch. His lips teased hers, tasting, intoxicating. She wanted more, yet every time she parted her lips to deepen the kiss, he pulled back.

She moaned in frustration, her nails digging into his biceps.

“Did you miss me?” he whispered against her mouth.

Melissa groaned, falling back onto the comforter. “Turning the tables, hmm? My feelings for a decent kiss?”

“Yes,” he said, tracing his mouth over hers.

Shivers ran down her spine as she returned the simple touch.

“I missed you,” she acknowledged. “And dreamed of you. Every damned night.”

His mouth pressed down on her in a dominating touch. Wrapping her arms around his back, she gave herself up to his expert touch. If Tarian was ready to get serious in their game, who was she to protest?

She clung to him as he drugged her body with endless kisses.

His hands wandered over her skin, pausing to caress and tease. Tarian pressed one thigh between hers and rubbed the rough material of his trousers against the sensitive silk covering her slit. She bit her lip as her thighs wrapped around his. Rocking her pelvis, she pressed her body against the enticing hardness.

“I need more than PG-13 touches,” she said, undulating under him.

“Your wish,” he murmured, undoing the zip of his slacks. “My command.”

Melissa watched as he kicked free of his pants and tossed his boxers over her head in a triumphant show.

“One last thing,” he said, hooking a finger around the edge of her black panties.

Melissa lifted her hips as he pulled them down her legs. The silk dropped from her ankle, but Tarian wasn’t done. His burning hands pressed against her legs, tracing the smooth lines from ankle to knee.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, leaning down to press his lips to the inside of her knee. He kissed his way up one thigh as his hand glided along the other.

Melissa threw back her head as she tried to hold her body still and wait until he reached the good parts. When his hot breath glided along her inner thigh she nearly arched from the bed.

“Tarian,” she protested.

“I’m a man of my word,” he said, one hand finding a home on each thigh. Rolling his eyes up to meet hers, he pushed her legs apart.

The first lap of his tongue along her slit sent pleasure shooting through her extremities. As sensitive as she was right then, the slightest touch built her desire. His name rang inside her head as his mouth continued its sensual torture. He made a study of every fold of her anatomy before centering his attention on the small, tight nub of her clit.

“Tarian,” she cried when he pulled the bulb into his mouth. Her hands cast out for purchase as she fought the need to drive her hands into his hair and push him closer. Instead she fought for control as he teased her with calculated touches. Every lap of his tongue sent her higher. Her body wound tight like a drum, waiting for the final touch that would release her.

“So close,” she panted as he worked between her thighs. “Tarian, I want you.”

She tried to pull him up, tried to communicate that she was on the edge, but he ignored every word. Instead, his grip tightened on her thighs and held her open as he plundered the most intimate parts of her.

“Yes,” she breathed as her orgasm built. Just a little more. Another touch. Another lick.

His teeth scraped across her clit, and she screamed as her climax crashed down on her.

Pleasure swept her away. She bit her lip as her body spasmed. Every nerve ending exploded as she rode the sensations streaming through her body.

When the waves finally subsided, she fell back against the bed, satiated.

“Wow,” she said.

“One,” he replied. He pushed her legs open and nestled between them.

“You’ve got to give me a minute here,” she said. “Mind blowing pleasure requires a moment of—”