Ladies Man (Manwhore #4)(68)

God, Regina, get a grip!

I laugh at myself and Tahoe smiles against my neck. “What? You can’t handle a little kiss?” he taunts me.

“I can, I just don’t think you can,” I whisper.

He lifts his head from my neck and cups my face in his big hands.

Big blue eyes stare down at me.

Pink lips taunt me.

His blond, scruffy beard rasps and tickles my skin as he plants a kiss on my cheek.

I breathe a little harder.

“Just one kiss?” I breathe.

“Just one,” he says, still cupping my face with one hand while the other rests on my thigh. His thumb rubs circles on the inside of my knee.

He looks down at me with sparkling, burning eyes.

He looks hungry. Sleepy. Strong. Ready.

I tilt my head up. My lips are inches away from his. The sun is warm on my bare back. I lean back a little more and pull him in closer to me. I wrap my legs around his waist. His hand tightens on my thigh.

He nuzzles me with his beard. Running it along my jaw, rubbing it against the tip of my nose.

He kisses my chin. My forehead. My cheek.

I wrap my arms around his neck.

I let my lips touch his. I don’t move. We’re both breathing hard and I can feel him through his PJs.

I force myself not to moan.

I open my mouth against him and give him a light kiss.

His mouth tastes like toothpaste and him.

Now, I do moan.

He smiles against my lips. “Is that all you got?” he taunts. “I was expecting more from you… Let me get a real taste of you, Regina,” he murmurs against my lips.

I practically melt in his arms. I nod my answer.

He smiles lightly, leans in, and pries my lips open with his. He takes them leisurely and gives me a soft, wet kiss. I can feel his tenderness in the soft skin of his lips and in the tips of his fingers as he cups my face and slowly kisses me until I forget how to breathe.

I hold him closer and he moans against my mouth. He slips the tip of his tongue against mine and wets my lips. He keeps kissing me and I swear I never want him to stop.

Soft, wet, warm lips moving against mine in the most tender, sweet, lovely kiss I have ever been given.

He kisses me in a way I have never been kissed the morning after.

He kisses me like I am the first drop of rain after years of drought.

He kisses me like I am the first and only bite of chocolate he is ever going to get.

He savors me. Tastes me. Sucks on me. Pries me open with his tongue and gently, slowly moves his lips against mine.

He slips my nightgown up my hips and I realize he’ll soon discover I’m not wearing any underwear. I scoot closer to him and the scent of his shampoo and his cologne hit me.

I almost start crying right there because this feels so perfect and so forbidden and so lovely I could die.

I rock my hips against his erection.

He lifts his head. “Regina?” he mumbles. He looks at me. His lips parted, his blue eyes glowing, surveying, exploring, probing me. Almost asking me to say the words.

He looks expectant. Warm. Waiting for me to do something.

I just nod. “I want you,” I whisper mischievously in his ear. I take his arm and wrap it around my body.

That was all he needed.

“Regina…” This time it doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a prayer.

It sounds like a growl.

He takes me in his arms and drags me to the edge of the counter, between his parted legs.

He frames my head with his hands and looks at me with those blue eyes.

We look at each other for what feels like years until he reaches out his hand and rubs my chin with his thumb.

I feel a knot in my throat, but I force myself to ignore it.

Why the hell do I want to cry right now? God, Regina, breathe.

Breathe…

I keep telling myself that as I feel him shift above me so the hardest part of him fits right between my legs. I moan.

He drops his head and kisses my collarbone. His lips are incredibly warm and wet, as they trace a leisurely path from my collarbone to my jaw.

He teases his fingers into my sex.

He kisses along my neck, soft, lingering kisses. He traces my lips with the tip of his thumb.

He kisses my chin. My forehead. He rubs his knuckles across my cheek. “You’re so soft…”

He gives me a look that could instantly melt metal before he heads to the bedroom.

I’m dazed, watching as Tahoe lazily walks back to me while tearing open a condom packet.

He swiftly unties the drawstring of his pajama pants, releasing himself. Then he slips on the condom, stands before me, drags me back up against him, crushes my mouth beneath his, and he enters me…and it’s perfect. His voice is rough and smooth at the same time. Dark and light. Thunder and lightning.

I cup his face and force him to look at me as he takes me.

His eyes look incredible. His bearded jaw sexy. His lips wet from sucking on my skin.

I run my fingers through his hair and bring him down to my breast, pulling down the material of my nightie.

The kiss is wet. Raw. Warm.

He lifts his head and pushes his tongue inside my mouth and I practically melt in his arms.

He kisses me for a long time. Sucking my moans into his mouth and getting to know every part of mine as he continues pumping.

He sucks my lower lip into his mouth gently, and bites it with his teeth, and then he takes my mouth and gives me a lazy, long kiss.