"I love you, Lexi, and I can't wait for us to be married, for you to officially be mine. Thank you for teaching me how to feel again, how to want, how to live. You're everything to me."
I’d been right. Iwasswooning.
"And you to me."
“You’re mine, Lexi. Do you know what that means?”
“What?” I whispered.
“That I get to spoil you every day. Take care of you. Your problems are my problems too. So, if you changed your mind about me helping with your parents’ medical expenses, let me know.”
“Hmmm… you had to bring this up while I’m swooning and happy, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said with a slight grin. “Thought it might increase the chances of getting a yes.”
“I’ll take it under consideration,” I said in my best stern tone. “And that’s all I’m gonna say on the topic today.”
His grin turned devilish. “Let’s see if I can change your mind.”
“I can’t wait to tell my parents about this.”
The corners of his mouth twitched.
I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
“They already know, babe. I asked them for your hand.”
“Oh my God! You did? How? When?”
“That’s our secret.”
I rose on my toes and touched my lips to his. Desire coursed through me like wildfire. I put my arms around his neck, pressing my body against him. Feeling those hard abs was stirring all my hormones. The effect this man had on me was insane.
My nipples turned hard. They felt almost painful pressing against his chest.
His hands slowly descended to my sides, gripping my hips. He pulled me against him, and I could feel how much he wanted me. He was semi-hard already. With a groan, he took control of the kiss, deepening it, and bunching my dress up until his fingers brushed the bare skin on my outer thigh. The contact turned me on like nothing else. Tendrils of heat flared through me, gathering between my legs. My clit pulsed.
We moved swiftly, and not until I felt a hard surface behind my back did I realize he'd pushed me against the door. His kiss was even more frantic now, as was his touch. His hands were everywhere: on my shoulders and my thighs, under my dress. His tongue stroked mine even faster. I loved being engulfed by him like this.
He led me away from the door, but we didn’t get too far. We were too busy devouring each other.
We'd never make it to the bedroom.
He kissed me even more hungrily as we walked through the hallway and into the living room, where he laid me down on the plush carpet. I rolled around because I wanted to be on top of him. He smiled at me lazily while I pushed up his T-shirt, slowly grazing those gorgeous muscles with my fingers. Throwing away his shirt, I mapped the same spots with my tongue and my lips, luring out groan after groan from him. I loved the delicious sounds he made. They turned me on until I was already slick between my legs.
I kissed up his neck and his Adam's apple before straightening again. I moved off him and was immediately even more hungry for him, but I needed to get rid of his pants first, that pesky belt, the boxers, and everything else that was in my way. To my astonishment, he removed a wallet from the back pocket of his pants, taking out a condom while wiggling his eyebrows. Then he started undressing me. His job was way easier.
He tugged at my dress, yanking it up over my head. I wasn’t even wearing a bra, since most of my summer dresses had sewn-in cups. I did have panties, though, and I expected him to take them off right away.
Instead, he decided to tease me. Nudging my legs farther apart, he rubbed two fingers along the fabric covering my pussy. The soaked material felt cold against my heated flesh. This time, the pleasure ricocheting through me was downright shocking. I bent at the waist, gasping for air. A tremor shook me when I felt Tate hook his thumbs in the waistband of my panties. He took them off carefully. I had to lean on all fours, lifting one leg and then the other so he could get rid of them.
"Don't you love summer?" I teased, pushing myself up on my knees again. "You can get me naked so fast."
"I fucking love it," he said, kissing up the side of my body and reaching my breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth, and I gasped again. I’d never been as sensitive to his touch. The way he was looking up at me was downright sinful.
He cupped my other breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple, and then he brought one hand between my legs, pressing the heel of his palm straight on my clit. I nearly tumbled down onto him.
"Tate," I gasped.
