He slowly explored her mouth with the tip of his tongue before slipping inside. God help him, she still tasted the same, like the honey she had poured on her corn bread. He made sure not to crowd her against the sink as he reached around and turned off the running water, giving her his weight slowly as he pressed her backward so she could feel how she was affecting his body. The only way to realize they would be good together was to show he could give what she needed.

Truthfully, Tate had to admit to himself he had never been one to step back and hope what he wanted would fall into his lap. Hell no. If anything, what he wanted had never come easily. He had fought and worked hard to keep his family together. Sutton was going to become a part of his family. By hook or by crook, he was going to get this girl. If he had to use his body to do it, then he was okay with that.

He planted his hands on her hips, bringing her flush against his body, pressing his dick against the V of her thighs. Expecting her to stiffen, he was surprised when she melted against him, her arms circling his shoulders.

Delving into her mouth, he sucked her tongue into his, letting her take the lead, encouraging her with a moan. Boldly, she stood on her tiptoes to raise to his lips, he helped by lifting her onto the edge of the sink.

Her thighs circled his waist and her hands slid to sink her fingers into the thick mass of hair, holding him in. Her tongue teased his, sliding against his intimately, stroking the fire in his dick into a burning pain that was going to be hell to bank down.

Groaning, he lifted his head despite her trying to use his hair to tug him back to her mouth.

“Unless you’re ready for me to carry you to your bed and fuck you, we need to slow down.”

Her passion-filled eyes blinked up at him. “I thought you said we could go at my speed?”

“We can. That’s why I’m giving you the option of stopping now.” He teased the side of her neck. Sliding down, he brushed the top of her breast that was exposed by her T-shirt.

“I’m not ready.”

“I’m cool with that.” He lifted her down, placing her back on her feet before stepping back. “Want some help with the dishes?”

“Yes.”

Tate went back to the table for the rest of the dishes. Then, taking a dish towel, he dried after she rinsed, placing them back onto the counter.

“Do you miss San Diego?”

“I miss the friends I made there. I went back to work at the pharmaceutical company, and I’m enjoying being back at work.”

“That’s good.” Tate went quiet.

If she stayed in Treepoint, she wouldn’t be able to keep her job. He didn’t want to take away something else that was important to her. That had been done too often.

“Rachel works for The Last Riders.”

“She told me when I had dinner with her and Cash.”

“She’s growing plants that can filter water.”

Sutton quit washing dishes to stare at him. “That’s interesting.”

Tate nodded. “Maybe they could hire you to sell them. Or Dustin’s an accountant. He’s just starting out, but he was talking about hiring someone to watch the office and keep track of billing.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“So you know you have options.” Tate continued drying the dishes without looking at her. “Treepoint is getting bigger, too. They’re going to build a sporting goods store, and Dustin told me last week that Drake told him a nail salon is looking at the building next to the diner.”

“It’s good to know that, if I decide to stay, I can go out and buy a new fishing rod. I do my own nails.” She lifted a soapy hand, showing him her unvarnished nails.

“Just thought I’d tell you,” he grumbled.

“I think it’s sweet the way you’re trying to get me to stay, but a sporting goods store or a nail salon isn’t going to be the reason. A job isn’t, either. My company has a route in Kentucky. I would have to travel through the state, but that wouldn’t bother me.”

“It wouldn’t?”

“No. If I wanted to stay, I could make it work.”

“Good, and don’t call me sweet. It might get out, and I’d have to kick someone’s ass.”

“I’ll keep it just between us,” she promised.

When they finished the dishes, he turned to go back into the living room, but her hand on his arm stopped him.

“Tate, I don’t need you to fix me. I’m not broken.”

He smacked her on the ass. “I can see that.”

“Did you just smack my ass?”

He reached his hand out to cup her ass. “Do you need me to do it again so you can decide for yourself?”

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