Ladies Man (Manwhore #4)(66)



His thumbs caress the peaks at the same time, and Tahoe watches my expression as he does. I gasp in surprise; waves of white-hot lightning roll through me. His eyes darken as he takes in my reaction, flashing as if the white-hot lightning lives and breathes inside him, and he does it again, curling the hardened little tips. Caressing me with the utmost care.

“Tahoe,” I purr, and I arch and grab the back of his head, fill my hands with fistfuls of his hair, and I press my lips to his. “God, you feel amazing. You are amazing,” I groan against his mouth.

This kiss is a bit wilder now, more out of control. We’re both getting breathless. I can feel him getting restless, getting hungry. His stare is hungry, the feel of his hands wandering my body is hungry, the way he’s gently biting my lips, earlobe, and throat is hungry.

He unfastens his jeans, tosses them aside. His muscles ripple with his movements as he crawls back over me, and deep inside me, in the parts of me I’ve tucked away for too long, I feel a ripple too. A ripple of longing and desire and love, I almost don’t know what to do with this mix of feelings, but I lie on my back and look at Tahoe and I know that this man needs to be physically loved, and often. He has jumped from bed to bed never really knowing what it is he needed. I’ve held back, afraid that I’d never find what I need. Now this man is here and he is all I need. And I want him to find everything that he has ever wanted in me.

I sit up in bed and kiss his lips, and he kisses mine, smiling down at me with my favorite smile, one that is very male, a little cocky, a little arrogant, and a lot tender. “Do you want me?” He cups my face with both hands, his look wild and demanding. “Do you?”

I nod without hesitation. I feel him tug my ponytail free. My hair tumbles to my shoulders. He looks at the wild curls with appreciation and then runs his fingers through them as he fists a handful of hair, leans down and entwines his tongue with mine. “Then you’ll have me.”

He slips his free hand into my panties, his fingers sliding over my damp folds. “Are you ready for me? Say you’re ready for me, ’cause I cannot possibly be more ready for you,” he growls. His drawl is evident. I’ve never seen him so turned on.

The push of his middle finger inside makes me gasp, and a storm of ecstasy takes hold of my every breath. My concentration, my whole attention, leaps from my hands sliding on his skin, to his finger moving inside me, back to my fingers on his chest, then to my mouth trailing down his neck, and to his mouth nibbling at my ear, back to what his fingers are doing, my body rocking and combusting.

I’m lost and he’s all there is. All there is.

His chest jerks with his breaths that fall over my face. “You have no idea how much I want you. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of this. Done this in my head with you,” he drawls.

His hand holds me down by my hips as he continues expertly, lovingly fingering me, the sensation of fullness making me moan as he lowers his head to one of my breasts, up in the air in offering. He sucks, and then, against my skin, thrusting a second time, slower and deeper, “Regina…you’re so perfect, Regina.”

I could not possibly be wetter.

I pull his head down and latch on with my lips. I feel his smooth, warm skin beneath my fingertips. His mouth more voracious over mine. Tahoe pulling me closer. Tahoe’s weight on me. My mouth on his jaw, his neck, my fingers on his hard, muscled chest.

His lips sucking my earlobe. Him whispering that he craves me wet, that he craves me “this wet,” and his fingers easing inside me, then outside me, stroking my folds. Entering me again. I’m gasping against his throat as he inserts two fingers, then three.

One thing I’m quickly learning about Tahoe Roth is that he is a little bit of a biter.

He bites everything before tasting it.

Bite…tug…release…lick…full-on kiss. All on the same spot. In so many spots.

It’s madness-inducing.

I bite his lip and pull for a second, doing the same.

A grin touches his lips as his eyes catch fire. “Naughty girl,” he kisses me, “you sweet naughty girl.”

He pulls out a foil packet and tears it open with his teeth. He looks down at me for an intense few seconds as he slips it on.

I can’t catch my breath or stop my racing heart as he grabs his erection in one hand and holds my body pinned in bed with the other wrapped around my hip.

We pause for a moment. It’s that one moment where I realize—this is it. This is it, this is it. And we both want it too much. Have been waiting too long.

He enters slowly, taking his time—his exquisite time—for me to adjust to him.

I think he is savoring the feeling of me, of my body hugging him, just as I am savoring the feeling of him, driving inch by inch inside me.

I am no longer empty. I’m no longer lonely. I’m so full I could burst. I’m so happy I want to cry. I’m so aroused I’m buzzing head to toe and afraid that if he moves just one inch deeper, I’m going to come.

He eases back as if he senses how close I am to exploding. And then he slowly drives back inside, entwining my fingers with his. My breaths jerk fast as he fills me, hard and steady. He whispers as he looks at me, “I love doing this with you, nearly as much as I love you.”

He drives forward completely. I thrash and move my hips, desperate for more. He throws his head back and utters, as if he can’t believe this is real, “Fuck me,” in the hottest way I’ve ever heard any man curse before. It’s that thick drawl.

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