He nods, his smile genuine. “I did, too.” He reaches for my hand again, but I meet him in the middle, and our hands clasp together.
I’m not sure if I like feeling this mushy inside over a guy or if I love it, though I’m leaning toward the latter at the moment. “Do you have plans for the rest of the day?” Please say no.
“Yes.”
Disappointment deflates the hope that had been building in my chest. “Oh . . .”
“With you, Tate, if you don’t mind me tagging along for the rest of your errands.”
And that makes me happy.
My hold on him tightens, and I cling onto the hem of his shirt with my other hand. “What if we skip all that to go back to mine and hang out?”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Hanging out?”
Laughing, I shake my head. “I have no idea what the kids call it, but let’s just see how the day rolls by.” I really hope that includes rolling around in my bed. I don’t know if I should be mad at myself for wanting him so much or thrilled that I get another chance. Either way, it beats sitting alone in my apartment.
His contentment is reflected in his expression. Not a care in the world lines that great face. “I really don’t mind going with you. Where’s the next stop?”
Eeks. “Wellllll, about that? I kind of don’t have any errands.”
“Just the lingerie shop today?” He tugs me into his big and deliciously strong arms. “I like your priorities.”
Peering up at him, I confess, “My priorities were actually just to taunt you. I didn’t need anything from that store.”
The vibration from his chest is felt as soon as the sound reaches my ears. “Your taunts are actually tempting,” he says, angling down to place a kiss just beneath my ear. The man knows how to tempt himself. “And teasing. Do you know how hard it—”
“No, tell me how hard it was?” I lick my lips and then bite them. I can feel how hard it’s getting, inspiring me to get to this hanging out in a hurry.
Releasing my hand, he moves beside me and throws his arm over my shoulders. We start walking like we’ve walked arm in arm for years. It’s disconcerting. It’s nice. “I can’t say I’m upset we’re going to your place to ‘hang out’ after that comment. But I have to ask, how much farther?”
15
Tatum
Trying to riddle through what my relationship with Harrison Decker is would take a genius. I don’t have the time or interest. I just like the feel of his lips on mine and the way he holds me as if I’ll disappear if he doesn’t.
We didn’t quite make it to the bedroom. Pinned to the hall wall, he forces his lips from mine, and then he drops to his knees, not so upset about me wearing a short skirt when it benefits him.
It flies up, and he ducks under, pressing his nose to the apex of my legs. I still with my palms to the wall behind me. Hot breath engulfs, and then the air is sucked right back in. “Fucking hell,” he moans right before he cups me with his mouth and does it again.
My knees go weak, so I anchor a hand on the top of his head for extra support. His short nails gently scrape down my outer thighs as he takes the cotton thong down to my ankles.
I step out of one side then the other, and then rest back again, closing my eyes and wondering if I’m going to survive his mouth on me. He takes no prisoners, and my vagina is next in line. Lord have mercy, I can’t wait.
Anxious for more, I ask, “How are you doing down there?”
A finger is dragged through the split of my lips, and he leans forward to kiss. “So good.”
The finger is replaced with his tongue, and the mercy I prayed for isn’t granted. He thrusts like he’s rushing against the clock, licking me with the flat of his tongue before returning to finish me. My leg is lifted over his shoulder, and the other is wedged against my other leg. He fucks me with his tongue and fingers, relentless in his pursuit to send over the edge without a chance to take a breath.
Holding on to his head with both hands, I feel the orgasm building, blooming, reaching the far edges of my body until I can’t hold it inside. “Oh my God, Decker.”
My body pulses, the weight on my leg giving way as the back of my head hits the wall behind me. I suck in a harsh breath before letting the sensations take over. Darkness fills the inside of my lids and then sparks of ecstasy light up my body like the Fourth of July.