Sweet Hill Homecoming (Sweet Hill 1)

Tate struggled to breathe. His lungs heavy and his chest tight. “I have a similar problem.”

She raised a brow. “Then I guess I have just one question to ask you, Deputy. Do you still like your black and white? Right vs. wrong?” She traced his belt with her fingertip. “Rules?”

“Yes…” he said a little shaky because between

the sinister look in her eyes and her fingers progressively going south, it made his whole body turn on.

“Too bad. I had an idea but I think it falls into a gray area.”

Tate raised a brow. “Oh?”

She nodded and Tate glanced down to realize she hadn’t just been tracing the buttons on his shirt, she had been undoing them.

“Being with you feels right,” she said, untucking his shirt and opening the last button so she could push it off his shoulders and to the floor.

She never took her eyes off his and all Tate could do was nod dumbly because yeah, being with her felt right too.

“And I’d like to show you how right.” She pressed a little closer until her mouth brushed against his neck. “But if I show you the way I want, right here, in your office, I fear that might be a little…naughty.”

Tate hissed a breath when she gently nipped his earlobe.

“Can’t have that,” he rasped back and her shoulders slumped a little. She went to take a step away and Tate grabbed her hips, spun her around, and sat her on his desk.

“Oh!” she said, caught off guard but giving her no time to settle because Tate instantly wedged himself between her thighs.

“What if I want to show you first?” he said.

Her eyes dazzling with realization that he accepted her naughty advance was the last thing he saw before leaning in to taste that amazing smile of hers.

“Fuck, Mia,” he groaned. “It’s only been a few days and I’ve missed you. Missed this…”

He thrust his tongue deep and it was like drinking down sunshine and happiness. He lost himself. She wanted to show him? Well, he wanted to show her how much in just the past several weeks she’d changed everything in his world.

She kissed him hard and her movements turned quick. He loved her passion. The way she clawed at him like she couldn’t get enough. Like she needed him right then. And he wanted to give her everything she needed.

She was strong and ferocious with everything, and she didn’t tamper it for his sake. Something he was beyond grateful for.

There was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t figure out how. So he just kissed her, wrapped his arms around her tiny little waist and hugged her close. He wanted to feel again what it was like to have Mia Blake’s sole attention. Because he realized real quick, if she gifted you with it, a man could get addicted.

“Have me,” she whispered between kisses. “Please.”

No sweeter words had ever been said. She was asking, like she said she never would, and Tate knew what that meant. Knew that the tough front and unbreakable façade of hers was chipping. She wasn’t demanding or informing. She was letting him in. And he wouldn’t disappoint.

Kissing down her neck, he rucked her dress up to her hips, exposing the smooth flesh of her thighs. Her skin was so soft, it was like caressing a cloud. He ran his palms higher to grab her panties and peel them down.

When her fingers tunneled into his hair, pulling him closer, he lost it. Desperate for her touch. Desperate to worship her in a way he hadn’t gotten to yet. And he wouldn’t wait any longer.

He hit his knees and threw both her legs over his shoulders. He kissed her inner thigh, going high and scooting closer to the paradise he was anxious to get lost in.

“Tate…” she breathed.

Her little pant called to him. All he wanted was his name on her lips. He licked and nipped higher. Until he found her sweet spot.

When he ran his tongue along her folds, she squirmed, and he smiled. She was like warm honey. Sweet and sinful.

He needed more.

Want was too tame a word when describing his desire for Mia. Maybe it always had been. But tonight, he’d get lost and fall into the need of the moment. And he’d take her down with him.