“I know what you need,” he answered gruffly. His hand slid down her belly and into the trimmed hair at her mound. “You need to get off. And I’m going to get you there,” he growled into her ear.
“Yes.” She breathed a tortured sigh of relief as his fingers delved between her thighs while his other hand continued to tease her nipples relentlessly.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking wet for me, Lara. So hot and tight.” He probed her sheath with his index finger. “Are you so slick because you want my cock inside you?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Lara wanted Tate more than she had ever wanted a man in her entire life. She’d been dreaming about him in the pool, about this, before he’d woken her up. Now, she wasn’t quite sure where the dream had ended and the reality began. All she knew now was that he was hot, hard, and she needed him. “Fuck me, Tate. Please.”
He pinched her nipple a little harder and demanding fingers sought and found her clit. He stroked over the pulsating bundle of nerves roughly. “Do you know what it does to me to hear you begging me to fuck you? It makes me want to give you exactly what you want.”
Lara moaned as her slick body slid against his muscular form, and she arched her back as he worked her clit harder with his thumb and index finger. “Oh, Jesus. I can’t take anymore,” she screamed. The coil in her belly started to unfurl.
“You can. Take it, Lara. Use it to come for me, baby,” he commanded harshly in her ear.
His husky, lust-filled voice made her body quiver and as his mouth moved to her neck, lightly nipping and lapping at the sensitive skin, Lara completely shattered. “Tate!” The ripples in her channel became massive spasms. Her climax gripped her hard and refused to let go.
“Need to feel you coming,” Tate growled.
Instinctively, she knew exactly what he wanted. Lara turned blindly, wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped, locking her legs around his waist. “Then feel it now,” she panted heavily. “Right now.”
“Fuck. Lara. I wasn’t going to—”
Knowing now that he loved to hear her beg, she pleaded, “Fuck me, Tate. I need your cock inside me now. No more waiting.” Lara needed him to lose control completely.
She looked up at him; the strain showed in his tortured expression. Their gazes locked, and she stared down at Tate’s ferocious desire firing in his eyes. “I want you.” She reached down between them to grip his massive shaft and fit the head against the entrance to her sheath.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Mine,” he growled as he pinned her against the wall of the shower and buried himself to his balls.
Lara gasped, but her eyes never left Tate’s. Her climax had ended, the muscles of her channel relaxed to allow the invasion of his massive cock, and clenched around him like a glove. His fingers bit into her ass as he held her tightly against his groin. She speared her fingers into his wet hair. “Fuck me—”
“Don’t say it again, Lara, or you’re going to get more than you bargained for,” Tate said in a dangerous, out-of-control rasp.
His eyes were wild and carnal, and Lara reveled in them. “Fuck me,” she said deliberately. “Please fuck me.” She wasn’t afraid of this man’s fierceness. It made her hotter than she’d ever been before, and an answering urgency came from deep inside her to push him to the limit.
Something between a growl and a groan left his mouth before it crashed down on hers. His hips moved in a punishing rhythm as his cock pummeled into her.
Tate fucked her mouth with his tongue the same way he did with his cock: hot, hard, feral and earthy, at a pace so fast that Lara could hardly keep up. She just held onto him and enjoyed the ride.
He tore his mouth from hers, resting his forehead against the shower wall as his chest rose and fell heavily. He ground his hips against her pussy with every thrust, lifting her higher and closer to another, more explosive release. “Feels so good,” she gasped.
“Too damn good,” Tate answered in a passion-laden grunt. “Need. To. Make. You. Come. Before. Me.”
Every thrust drove her higher, and there was no question she would tip over the edge. But Tate sounded desperate, driven. She didn’t want him to hold back anymore. Taking one of her hands from his hair, she reached between their bodies with her fingers and stroked over her clit. With a sharply drawn breath, she sent herself careening into space; her sheath clamped down on his cock as he entered and retreated.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. His big body shuddered against hers.
Lara screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her internal walls squeezed and released Tate as he found his own release. He buried himself deep inside her one last time with a tormented groan.
He held her body tightly against him. Tate sat down on a marble seat in the massive shower and clutched her body as though he never wanted to let her go. He closed his mouth over hers, kissing her sensually, gently, before he released her lips and rested his forehead on her shoulder. “You nearly killed me,” he panted harshly.
“Are you complaining?” she teased breathlessly.
“Christ, no. It would be a hell of a way to go.” He leaned back and shot her a very naughty, dimpled grin.
The next morning, Lara eased out of the huge bed—presumably Tate’s—and sprinted to the closet to search for some clothing. She grabbed a tan robe from its hanger, slipped it on, and hustled out to the kitchen, her mind whirling.
What the hell was I thinking?
In reality, she hadn’t been thinking at all. She’d reacted. Falling into a twilight sleep, she’d been in the midst of an erotic dream fantasy about Tate when she’d heard his voice next to her in the pool. Wanting for her dream to become reality, she’d made it come true. Once he’d kissed her, she’d been doomed. Tate Colter was every woman’s fantasy, and she was far from immune to him. She’d fought her strange connection and attraction to him since he’d first smiled at her, resisted the temptation to kiss that sexy indentation on his cheek the minute she saw it.
Lara smiled down at Shep as the little fur ball danced at her feet. “You need to pee, huh?” As she looked around, she was amazed there wasn’t already a puddle on the floor somewhere.
“I’ll take him out,” Tate said in a sensual voice graveled with sleep from behind Lara.
Startled by his presence, Lara whirled around and caught his eyes roving over the silk robe that clung to her body. “I borrowed it. Sorry.”