Again, he felt her shatter all around him.
His release was imminent. He let go and exploded deep in her pussy, coming so hard he lost cogent thought for several suspended seconds. His heart hammered in his chest, his pulse pounded in his head. He filled her with his hot seed, the climax echoing throughout his body.
And yet he was still in need of her.
“Loralai. Baby.” He held her in a firm embrace.
She wriggled against him, still riding his cock. A ripple along her spine, a soft gasp, followed by a small cry told him she’d just come again.
Despite the tension that would not be sated, he grinned. Pleased he’d given her exactly what she’d wanted.
23
L.L. raised her head and stared at Tague.
“Feeling pretty damn impressed with yourself?” she asked, euphoria rushing through her veins, every inch of her still ablaze.
“You seem to have enjoyed yourself.”
She smirked flirtatiously. “And you didn’t?”
His grin faded, to be replaced with a more serious expression. “What I experienced, baby, was too fucking amazing for words.”
Emotion suddenly stung the backs of her eyes at his blatant honesty. The intensity behind his words. “Tague.”
“Loralai,” he countered. “I knew from that night in the club that what’s happening between us isn’t like anything else I’ve had before. It’s different because you’re different. We’re different.”
She swallowed hard. Nodded.
Tague said, “I want you to remember that this evening. No matter what the hell happens, you have to know that I’m my own person, not someone who can be controlled or influenced by my parents.”
Dread encroached on her elation. She said, “Maybe I shouldn’t go into the Waldorf.”
“You’re absolutely going.” He lifted one strap on her dress and slid it up her arm, then the other, moving the bodice into place. His arms encircled her waist and his fingertips grazed her bare back. Up to her neck. Down to her tailbone. As though he simply couldn’t resist touching her.
Continuing, he said, “The class difference will mean something to them. They’ll think all you’re interested in is my money and status.”
“Those are the last things I’m interested in,” she assured him.
“I know that. And again, we don’t care about the stance they take. Especially since…” He drew in a long breath, let it out slowly. Ground his teeth.
“Especially since, what?” she prompted.
He stopped the sensual caressing of her back and instead tenderly cupped her face.
Staring into her eyes, he said, “I never would have guessed on Monday morning when Chip asked me to meet you that I’d not only be instantly attracted to you, but that I’d be emotionally invested as well. So damn fast. So solidly. This entire week has been unexpected, and yet… I’m absolutely crazy about you, Loralai. So fucking crazy about you.”
Her heart fluttered. “That’s just the orgasm talking,” she tried to tease.
Tague said, “It’s not about the sex, Loralai. We click. We spark. We…smolder. In every way, not just physically, but intimately. I feel it.”
Fear crept around the fringes, as it had when she’d been talking with Jace; as it had that night in the club after Tague had delivered a powerful climax that had felt so much like possession.
She pulled in a long breath. Let it out slowly, keeping the anxiety at bay. Then she took an enormous leap of faith and said, “I feel it too, Tague.”
“Then here’s the deal. You’re going to stick close to me tonight, and I’m going to deflect as much as I can, and anything that slips through the cracks, you’re going to let roll off your back. Promise me?”
He was damn serious about protecting her from his parents.