Sweet Hill Homecoming (Sweet Hill 1)

Delving his tongue inside, he relished in her sweetness. Everything from the way she moved to how she let him love on her. Not an ounce of shyness. She allowed him to see her vulnerable, and that was a treasure he wasn’t taking for granted.

She fisted his hair. He looked up to see her leaning back on the other hand, slowly rocking her hips to meet his mouth. So he thrust in and out, going deeper every time. Drinking her down, and loving on her with his mouth, he paused the erotic pace only to lick her swollen little clit. She went wild and the heels of her boots scrapped down his back. The sting only heightened his need.

He licked faster, harder. When she was right there on the brink of ecstasy, he sank one finger into her core and she came apart.

“Tatum!” His name never sounded so good than when it was screamed from her mouth in pleasure.

He lingered, not willing to give up his newest obsession quite yet. Kissing her thighs, he took in every soft taste of her skin. As he pulled away, she was breathing hard and covered in a sheen that only a well pleasured woman could have.

“Don’t leave me yet,” she sighed.

She didn’t hurry to move or adjust her clothing. She was sinful, legs still spread, sitting on his desk, looking thoroughly pleased. The sight was fucking erotic and Tate’s cock was about to go off just from looking at her.

“I want more, Tate,” she said, her bright eyes locking on his.

Everything in him wanted to give it to her.

“I can do this all night, sweetheart,” he said with a grin.

She smiled. “No, I mean, I want more of you.”

She tugged on his belt and he stepped closer. Disappointment rocked him. “I don’t have a condom.” He cupped her face. “Are you on the pill?”

She shook her head. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time so I didn’t see the point.”

Tate frowned. “A long time?”

“Years…” she whispered.

If that didn’t shock the hell out of him, nothing would. “How is that possible? Look at you.”

She glanced away and something sad crossed her features. That’s when it hit him: Men always looked at her. And he knew that looks could spur unwanted perceptions. Still holding her face in his hands he coaxed her gaze back to him.

“I know a lot of people look at you, sweetheart.” He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “But I see you. All of you. And I want you to understand that you’re more. In every way. You’re just…more.”

Her lips parted and her brows furrowed. Like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. For a moment Tate saw water creep up to her lower lashes, but she blinked them back.

“This whole time I was thinking the same thing about you, Tatum,” she whispered and kissed his lips softly. “I was also going to say that I brought a condom.”

He nipped her bottom lip and she giggled. “You planned to seduce me?”

“Yep.” She leaned over and grabbed a long strip of condoms from her purse and tore one off.

Tate raised a brow. “Ah, just how many times were you expecting me to give in?”

She smiled. “Every time, of course.”

She worked his pants open just enough so that his cock sprang free and she gently sheathed him in the latex. Scooting closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he nudged her hot core.

Tate groaned as he slowly sank inside of her. “Every time,” he agreed on a ragged breath. He knew that all Mia had to do what glance his way, and he’d come running.

When he was sheathed to the hilt, he stilled, enjoying the feeling of being joined with her. Sweeping her palms over his back, she kissed his chest from one side to the other. Tate tilted his head back, just stood, taking in every feel of her. The way she surrounded him. Enveloped him. Experienced him.

And he was experiencing her.

All the fight, all the sass and all the tenacity he’d gotten from Mia over the past several weeks was nothing compared to the way she loved. Because that’s how Tate felt in that moment. Loved.

Threading his fingers into her hair, he kissed her with every ounce of strength he had. She hugged him closer and Tate stirred his hips, terrified to retreat even an inch. He was buried in a para