“You have exactly one minute.”
Her brows pinch with confusion.
“One minute to get inside, take off your clothes, and make it to the bed.”
Her eyes widen and her breath comes faster with the hint of her smile. “Or else what?”
“If you don’t make it to the bedroom, I’ll probably make love to you wherever I find you. The kitchen. The living room. Hallway. Hell, much longer and I’ll fuck you right here.”
“Oh, car sex. That sounds exciting.” Her eyes sparkle, but she releases a little laugh. “Let’s do that on our honeymoon, when it’s a little darker outside. Preferably in the middle of nowhere.”
“Deal.” We’ve planned a road trip all along the West Coast, exploring from San Diego all the way up to Oregon. And like everything with Evie, a few promised words and she just made me love her more. “But for now…”
She glances down at the bulge in my jeans and bites her lip. “Sexy hide and seek. You’re it. Count.” She grins and with that she’s out of the car, unlocks the front door, and is inside the house before I can move a muscle.
Taking the full minute to calm my raging boner so I don’t come within seconds once I finally get inside her, I follow her out and arm the car alarm. Stepping inside the house, my lips pull wide at the music playing from the living room record player. One of Evie’s favorite albums, the artist crooning about love and happy ever afters—it’s a song we’ve made love to on more than one occasion. I kick off my shoes, discard my shirt, and unbutton my jeans while I step forward to find her.
I don’t have far to go.
Fuck.
“Found me,” she says with a flirty pout, and she releases the clasp to her bra.
“Fuck.” This time I say it aloud because before me is the most beautiful woman to walk into my world, and she’s mine. All mine. Just as the name scrolled down her side pronounces. “You’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”
“That’s what you tell me.”
Her eyes stay trained on my hands as I push my pants and underwear down to my knees in one sweep, then shove them off the rest of the way and take three steps forward. I wrap my hands around her slim waist. “Caught you,” I whisper.
She nods and slides her arms around my neck as our lips meet in a rush.
As much as I want to enjoy this, savor the moment, I know I won’t last long, not when I’ve been imagining making love to her all afternoon. So instead I go with what I’ve got, and use my fingers to find her wet folds between her legs. Massaging around and over her clit while my lips battle with hers, I do everything I can to bring her there. She reaches for me with one hand, and her strokes up and down my cock only spur on my determination to make her come first. Between hurried kisses and anticipation, she’s right where I need her.
Backing her down the hallway, our lips still locked, we almost reach the bedroom door when I turn and drop to my knees.
“Oh yes, Tate,” she says as I spread her pussy wide and dip my chin to lick between her folds. “Yes, yes, please.” She moans and I assault her center with my tongue. Adding two fingers, I stroke in and out, increasing their pace along with that of my tongue brushing over her clit. Her orgasm crashes with little warning, my name on her lips as she shouts with her release. I’d stay here for hours but I have to get to work soon.
Standing once her pleasure subsides, I claim her lips for another kiss and hook my hands around her thighs to carry her the rest of the way to the bedroom.
“I love you, Evie,” I say between kisses.
“I love you, Tate,” she answers back.
Careful not to brush along her sensitive new ink, I sit on the edge of the bed and lay back. “Ride me, baby,” I say and she does. Grabbing my cock in one hand, she lines me up and sinks down on a groan. I love the way we fit together. Rocking those hips back and forth, over and over, it doesn’t take long before she’s close again, her walls tightening around my cock as it slides in and out.
My thumb finds her clit and I rub quick tiny circles while my other hand grabs her hip and encourages her not to stop. I’m so fucking close, but I’ll hold out as long as I can.
“That’s it. Yes. Right there,” she says, a softly spoken demand I don’t dare deny. My thumb moves faster, and the moment her body pulses with release I give in to my own orgasm. We stay connected. Together. I scoot back on the bed, delighting in the feel of her smooth skin against mine when she lays her cheek against my chest.
This. Right here. My reason for being. She’s the only home I’ll ever need.
