across the powerful erection that tented his jeans.
Oh, yeah. He felt amazing, and, judging by Linc’s sudden gasp, he liked what she was doing as much as she did. And she liked it a lot. Teasing him, Tate traced his long length with the tip of her finger.
“Tate.”
He muttered her name against her mouth, but she heard the desire and the demand in his voice. Linc’s hands skated down her back to find her bra strap which he snapped open with a minimum of fuss. The cups of her lace bra fell away, and Linc pulled the fabric off her bare breasts, revealing her hard, pink nipples to his gaze.
“Yeah, so damn pretty,” Linc breathed as his hands moved to the waistband of her leggings, pushing the fabric down her hips to reveal her tiny panties to his hot, hungry gaze.
His hands gripped and released her hips as he looked down at her, past her flat stomach, over the neat landing strip showing through the transparent fabric to her long legs.
“You are sheer perfection.”
She wasn’t, but she appreciated the words.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Ballantyne,” Tate whispered, dropping a wet, open-mouth kiss on his bare chest as she attempted to undo his belt buckle.
Linc slid his hand between her legs and cupped her, his thumb immediately finding and brushing her sensitive spot through the fabric of her thong, causing her to moan into his chest. If she didn’t get her hands on him soon...
“Help me, Linc. I need to feel you,” Tate told him, looking up as she laid her flat palm on him, wishing that she had a spell to magically make clothes evaporate.
Linc’s hand pressed hers against his erection, and she heard his ragged breathing, his low curses.
“We need to slow this down. If we don’t, I’m going to toss you onto that couch and take you, right here, right now.”
And that would be a problem? “Since that’s exactly what I want—hot, fast, furious—I’m wondering why you are waiting.”
Linc reached behind him and pulled out a strip of three condoms from the back pocket of his jeans. He ripped off a packet with his teeth and allowed the rest to fall to the floor. He dropped the packet into her hand with a wicked, tempting smile. “You said that you want to get your hands on me,” he teased.
“If you helped me with your pants, I would,” Tate retorted, opening the foil packet.
Linc lifted an amused eyebrow. “Feeling flustered, sweetheart?”
Tate looked him in the eye. “Aren’t you? We have all this raging heat, and I can’t wait to stand in the ring of fire and burn with you.”
Linc undid his belt and, using just one hand, flipped open the buttons to his jeans. He pushed his jeans and underwear down his hips, and Tate caught her breath when she saw his big erection standing straight and proud.
She flashed him a grin. “Wow. Talking about pretty...”
Linc groaned when her small hand encircled him, and nipped her jaw with his teeth. “Pretty? Try another, more manly adjective please?” he teased, laughter in his voice.
“Impressive? Masculine? Bold?” Tate rubbed her thumb lightly over the head of his shaft.
“Those will work,” Linc growled, pushing her thong over her hips. When they were completely naked, he sat down on the couch and pulled Tate onto him, so that her knees straddled his thighs.
As his hands moved between her legs she curled her hand around his long and thick erection. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted to be pushed, possessed, filled, taken to the limit. She wanted to feel as if she like belonged here, with him, just for this brief slice of time.
As Linc tested her readiness by sliding his finger into her, Tate pulled out the condom and swiftly rolled it over him, sucking in her breath as he hardened even more.
“Tate, I don’t think I can wait any longer. I need to be inside you,” Linc said, his voice rough with need. “I know it’s our first time, and I should be taking it slow but...dammit, I don’t think I can.” Not giving her time to reply, Linc hooked his big hands under her thighs and lifted her up, spreading her legs so that the head of his shaft probed her wet, feminine core. Linc’s hands on her hips gently guided her down as he thrust into her with one long, confident stroke. Tate felt herself liquefying, her entire focus on how Linc felt inside her. Her vision tunneled and there was just the two of them in the world, and making love was all that was important, all that could ever matter. Linc’s hands on her skin, his mouth under hers, him filling those long neglected spaces was all she could focus on.
Linc held her breasts in his hands, his fingers caressing her ultrasensitive nipples, and his tongue in her mouth mimicked the thrust of his hips, the sure strokes as he lifted her closer to the sun.
“Come for me, honey, let me feel you,” Linc coaxed, his forehead against hers.
Tate was beyond speech, so she replied by grinding down on him as lightning danced along her skin.
Linc moved his head so that he could speak directly in her ear. “You feel so good. So sexy. Take me, Tate, take all of me. Yeah, like that.”
Her mind and body full of him, Tate reached for her release, and she shouted as another bolt of lightning skittered through her and splintered her body into a million pieces. Somewhere, from a place far away, she heard Linc’s demands in her ear, his words not making sense. But his body did, and she understood the silent demand that she reach for more. She wanted to tell him that she couldn’t, that it was all too much, but then he touched a place deep inside her and she exploded again, harder and faster than before.
A century might’ve passed, or maybe it was only a minute or two, before she came back to herself, her cheek against his chest, his arms holding her tight.
“We did it,” Linc murmured, his hand brushing her hair off her cheek.
“We most certainly did,” Tate agreed, her mouth curving into a satisfied smile.
“The sex was fantastic, I agree, but I was referring to the fact that we managed to make love without one of the kids waking up.”
Oh, right. She’d forgotten about the kids upstairs. But until one of them yelled, she wasn’t moving a muscle. “Yay.”
“Want to see if we can do it again while the going is good?” She heard Linc’s smile in his words, felt the curve of his lips against her bare shoulder.
Tate nodded. Nobody could ever accuse her of not being up for the challenge.
“Slow and sexy this time?” Tate asked.
Linc’s wonderful mouth curved upward. “Sexy every time, sweetheart.”
Tate, always slow to wake up, pulled a strand of hair out of her mouth and groaned into her pillow. Fighting the urge to slide back into sleep, she yawned, frowning when she realized the pillowcase was a deep chocolate color
