Ladies Man (Manwhore #4)(65)

He gathers me close and I can’t stop kissing him.

He scrapes his thumb over my lips as if to make sure there’s no lipstick between us, only his lips and my lips. He looks at me, his chest stretching his shirt with each breath.

I could not possibly be more receptive as he starts to move his hand down my curves, savoring me.

My hips roll achingly toward his body.

He nibbles my earlobe, unleashing shivers down my spine. “Tell me you want me. Or I’ll make you tell me. Tell me now, Regina.”

“I want you, T-Rex.”

“And I love you.” He grabs my face in both hands and kisses me, adds teeth to the kiss. He nibbles my lip and then he sensuously bites it and tugs it gently before releasing, and it feels sore and loved and I want him to do it again. He holds my face framed in his callused palms, his eyes boring into me. “I revere you. I’m addicted to you. Tell me you know that. Huh?”

“I know that,” I say, with effort.

He hugs me to him and inhales my hair, then tips up my face, smoothing his tongue over my lips to open them.

I open my lips farther, lost in the feel of being in his arms and being kissed like this and feeling his hair between my fingers and how much he wants me.

I can’t get over the taste of him. The heat of him, and how it seeps through our clothes and to my skin. His hands trail over my backside, spreading to engulf all of me.

We take a moment to breathe and watch each other with an intensity that makes his breath become deeper, mine faster, and we’re both so completely serious. As serious as we’ve ever been.

He spreads a hand over my face, looking at my mouth, his palm engulfing nearly half my face, and I lift my head to kiss him again.

I aim for his jaw, but Tahoe turns his head just the necessary inches to catch my lips with the center of his mouth.

He growls softly when he’s got my mouth under his and I don’t move away, instead letting him mold his lips to mine.

He holds my face, his hand open, and uses his thumb to pull my chin down so that my lips part and he can dip his tongue into my mouth…right where I want him, where his taste brands itself in me, and bubbles of pleasure race down my nervous system. His hot, soothing taste fills every tiny nook and corner inside me.

Sensations crackle through my bloodstream. I am liquid and warm. “Tahoe,” I whisper.

“God, say my name like that, just like that,” he murmurs as he trails his lips up my jaw.

He nibbles my earlobe, unleashing shivers down my spine. He groans and squeezes me tighter to him, as if he’s waited for this for too long.

He grabs my waist and shifts me so that he has access to my entire backside and I’m flat against him, kissing him as hard and fast as he’s kissing me.

“Tahoe, Tahoe…” I moan.

“I know,” he groans huskily into my mouth, “I know.”

His tongue smooths over mine as I tip my head back and open my lips farther. I want him to taste me all over, to take everything.

The heat of his chest against mine is burning me to ash. His hand trails over my abdomen, my heart aches when I see the raw lust on his face as he watches his fingers steal under my pajama top.

Fingertips stroke all over my belly. He leans closer. His mouth brushes over mine and he gives me one light peck on the lips, like the ones he used to give me.

I tremble.

Another kiss—this one he punctuates with a small, delicious bite on my bottom lip. I clench all over with need. He nibbles me so tenderly, seizing my lip, gently biting, gently tugging, gently releasing, heatedly licking.

I slip my fingers under his shirt, wanting to touch him.

He seems to want my touch too because he shrugs off his shirt and tosses it aside. His hair ends up all mussed and I love it; I run my fingers over it and kiss his mouth again. Lick my tongue across the soft scrape of his beard and up to his glorious, minty, hot mouth.

Breathless at the sight of his magnificent body in its semi-nude state, I toss my top and send it flying across the room. I’m wearing no bra, and the next instant we’re pressing up against each other, pressing our lips together.

He scoops me up and carries me upstairs, stalking the house with quick steps.

He turns into a room, leaves the light off, the door kicked shut. Sunlight streams through the window. And I am grateful because I want to see.

And I think he does too because as he sets me on the bed, he is doing nothing—nothing—but laying a thousand pounds of heat on me with his eyes.

Before I can beg him and ask for it now now, now, he’s crawling over me, his lips settling possessively back on mine, tongue sliding inside. I claw him closer, flesh to flesh, the thickness of his erection pressing against his jeans and settling perfectly between my thighs.

He’s so big and so hard, and I’m so ready I’m quaking. He tugs my shorts down my legs and leaves me only in my panties. Green striped ones. He takes them in as he takes in all of me, naked and so very bare for him.

And he could not look more pleased as his eyes roam my every curve, my every inch.

He makes love to me with just his gaze. After a long, sinuous path, his eyes stop and smolder on my face. “So gorgeous, nothing has ever been this gorgeous,” he huskily declares.

He slides his warm palms over my rib cage and covers my breasts—my aching, heavy breasts—in his gentle palms.

No one has ever held my breasts with more reverence.