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.
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.