Yeah, this was not what I’d planned, but I’d been good tonight.
I deserved a reward.
She tasted like peaches, and I pulled her barely-clothed body into me, close to forgetting why I was up here in the first place.
“God, Tate.” I dipped my head to nibble her ear lobe. “Your dress should be burned.”
“Why?” she breathed out, leaning her neck into me for more.
“Every fucking guy has been looking at you tonight. I’m going to get arrested.”
My tone was joking, but my words weren’t. I wasn’t insecure about Tate. I knew she loved me, and I could trust her. I also didn’t mind other guys looking at her, wanting her. It kind of turned me on, actually.
No, my crime would lay in the fact that every time some dipshit pointed at her tonight or some asshole did a double take when she walked by, I wanted to put my hands all over her to show them who had claim.
They could look.
They could want.
But she was going home with me, and I felt like rubbing it in.
Couldn’t exactly feel her up in public, though.
She pulled away and held my head in her hands, her eyes searching mine. “I’m yours. It’s always been you,” she assured.
I held her gaze, her fire meeting my ice, and I couldn’t deny her one more damn thing that she deserved.
“Come here.” I led her to the center of the room and took out my phone. She watched me, while I clicked on Seether’s Broken and placed the phone on the chest of drawers near the balcony doors.
Tate watched me, silently, with her arms hanging at her side and a mixture of curiosity and excitement in her eyes.
Taking her hand in mine, I kept my eyes on hers as I guided her arms around my neck and pulled her body into mine.
As we started moving to music, I barely heard anything. Not the romp of the party downstairs. Not the chatter around the house and outside.
Her eyes were glued to mine, looking beyond everything else.
And suddenly we were fourteen again, back in her bedroom, and arguing about Silverchair.
I was Jared. She was Tate. And we were inseparable.
“I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you tonight,” I told her, regret lacing my voice. “I don’t like doing things like that in public. It feels too personal, I guess.”
She took a deep breath and leveled me with her hard gaze. “I don’t want you to change who you are,” she said, shaking her head. “But I might like to dance with you some time or hold your hand.”
I wrapped my hands around her waist, locking her in. “I’ll try, Tate. Yesterday is gone. I know that. I want that comfort we used to have back.”
“Your tattoo?” She looked up at me, as if realizing something. “‘Yesterday lasts forever, Tomorrow comes never’. That’s what it says. What does it mean?”
I lightly caressed her hair. “Just that I was living in the past. What happened with my father, what happened with you, I could never get over the anger. Yesterday kept following me. And tomorrow, the new day, never seemed to come.”
“And the lantern on your arm?” she pressed further, and I laughed.
“Oh, you ask too many questions.”
But she just continued to stare at me, mentally tapping her foot.
Alright, dammit.
“The lantern is you, Tate. The light.” Her dancing in her light purple nightgown with white stars on it when she was eleven flashed through my mind. “I got it after I got in trouble last year. I needed to clean up my act, and my mom decided to do the same thing with her drinking. We both picked one thought that would get us through the day. A dream or a desire…” I’d never asked my mom about her dream or desire.
“Me?” She pinched her eyebrows together, looking surprised.
“It’s always been you.” I repeated her same words. “I love you, Tate.”
She smiled, bringing her lips to mine. “I love you, too,” she whispered, and the tickle across my mouth was like a fire over my body.
Jesus Christ.
My fingers dug into her, but it was her hands that owned me. She ran her hands up my arms before threading one hand through my hair.
She pulled away and then came back in to tease me again and again: flicking her tongue under my top lip and catching my bottom lip between her teeth. The tiny nibbles had tingles electrifying my groin, and my stomach damn near growled with hunger.
Fuck. I didn’t know whether I wanted to fuck her or eat her.
“Unzip me,” she forced out between kisses along my jaw.
Don’t do this now, I begged silently.
“Let’s just get out of here,” I suggested. “I’m in the mood for more than a quickie.”
“Well, I’ve never had a quickie,” she taunted. “Unzip me.”
I sucked in a breath, throbbing in my pants and too ready for her.
As soon as I’d undone her dress, which fell down and sat at her waist, we were both at the point of no return.
“Where’d my good girl go?” I teased, but I loved it.
Bad only for me.
She was a drug, and I was higher than a kite. In no time at all, my hands were all over her smooth, heavenly back, and my lips were buried in her warm neck.
Her urgent fingers worked my tie and the buttons of my shirt, and I cupped her breasts, eating up every little moan and gasp that came out of her mouth. She was so sensitive on her chest. I circled one arm behind her back and ran the other hand up and down one of her breasts, feeling her nipple get harder every time I trailed across it.
“Jared,” she whispered, wrapping an arm around my neck and kissing me. “I really am a good girl, but tonight I want to be really, really bad.”
Goddamn. She was killing me, and I swear every time our lips came together, I was about to explode. I couldn’t wait until we got home.
Fuck it.
I ripped open my shirt, a few buttons flying off in the process, while I watched, half-dazed, as she peeled off the rest of her clothes, leaving only her nude-colored high heels on.
Wow.
My heart raced, my mouth went dry, and my breathing sped up. All of my blood rushed south, and I was harder than a fucking brick. I was definitely in a lot more pain than I’d ever been before.
I needed to get inside of her.
“Fuck, Tate.” I caressed as much of her as I could reach and kissed her hard. Tightening every muscle in my body, I had to force myself not to throw her on the goddamn bed. “I’m sorry. I want to go slow with you. It’s just so hard. Do you think in ten years I’ll finally get to where I’ll actually need foreplay to get hard with you?”
She stood there, brave and bold, knowing she had me under her thumb.
I took a condom out of my pocket, placed it on the nightstand and peeled off the rest of my clothes, sighing in relief when my dick sprang free.
Picturing what I wanted to do to Tate wasn’t nearly as painful as seeing her look at me. She looked down my body, almost like she wanted to take the time to study it or something. Reaching out her hand, I nearly jumped when she started stroking me.
I exhaled hard in short, heavy breaths.
This was something she hadn’t really done yet. Explored my body like this.
Her eyes seemed amazed and curious, and I didn’t want to miss this for anything. She watched me respond to her, how I grew and jerked at her soft but strong touch, and I didn’t think I could be on fire any more than I was.
Shit, baby. Now, now, now…