Running in Place (Mending Hearts) (29 page)

My lips miss the warmth of his mouth when he breaks away, lowering his head and kissing his way down my neck until he reaches my left breast. With a firm hold, his lips seal over the top, his soft tongue flicking just before he grazes my nipple with his teeth.

I cry out with pleasure as my back arches away from the bed. No longer able to control my own body, I set my mind free, allowing it to experience every sensual touch and erotic sensation he gifts me.

Closing my eyes, I completely loose myself in Noah Reese.

Damn, I love when she does that.

It’s so fucking sexy.

As soon as her hips hit the air, I know her body is completely under my control. Every touch, every lick, every nip elicits a reaction, making me feel like the most powerful man in the world. Like I can do anything.

After releasing her breast from my mouth, I raise my upper body away from hers, bringing her with me as I hook her around her waist. She lies back limply along my arm, her smooth skin stretched tight, as I take my hand and place it flat against her chest. Slowly and deliberately, I run my fingers down the center of her body, her stomach quivering with my approaching touch, the anticipation reining her body’s reactions.
Once my fingers reach the waistline of her skirt, my mouth lands on the top of her chest, traveling the same arduous journey as my tongue and lips devour her taste making their way down her body.

A moan escapes from the depths of her throat as she lowers herself from around my waist and folds her legs underneath her, giving me complete authority. Pulling her weight toward me, I set her on her knees, releasing my arm from her lower back just as her crystalline blue eyes meet mine, so full of vulnerability, my breath is momentarily lost. Her lips are parted, her cheeks are flushed, and with her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, this is by far the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her look.

Both sitting on our knees, we gaze into each other’s eyes, our breaths heavy. I have never wanted anything as much as I want her in this moment.

To feel her.

To satisfy her.

To have her scream my name.

My instincts are animalistic as I take in her body, but I have to harness them. If this is the only time I can have her, I want to savor it.

Raising my hands, I sweep her hair over her back and then trace the tips of my fingers down the front of her shoulders, rounding the sides of her breasts, to her ribs, then her hips, finally hooking my fingers into the remainder of her clothing. Our eyes still connected, I leisurely pull her skirt with her panties over the smooth skin of her thighs and then under her knees as she lifts them for me, her mouth drifting further open as her breathing picks up.

Slowly, my fingers graze along the inside of her leg. Her breath hitches and the effect of the sound makes my dick almost explode. Leaning down, my lips mark their way along each side of her inner thighs, heightening her senses along with her expectancy. Reaching above my head, I curl my fingers around her hips and press my thumbs into the soft flesh that surrounds the treasure my mouth is seeking. Rolling my hands back over her waist, I spread her wide open as her fingers lodge themselves in my hair. Clutching tightly, she braces herself.

Inhaling deeply, I take in her scent before extending my tongue, letting it just barely graze her clit. Her hips jerk in response, so I tighten my hold on her and dive deeper as I take her into my mouth, drawing a long, slow line with my tongue clear across the length of her. Her hair brushes across my fingers as she bows her back, pressing herself forward while fisting her hands, pulling and tugging my hair. After one more pass with my mouth, I settle on her most sensitive area, drawing her clit into my mouth, lapping and flicking until she pulls my head away, yanking me up to her face as she attacks my mouth with hers.

Tongues furiously flying, we feed. We taste. We claim. Fingers dig into flesh as the passion and desire ignites — our need to
feel
now in control of both of us.

After releasing her hold, her hands seize the bottom of my shirt, yanking it over the top of my head as my fingers work frantically to unlace my boots while our mouths continue their assaults. After finally managing to kick them off onto the floor, I rise as her hands graze down my chest and across my stomach until they come to my jeans. Jerking the top apart, my button flies across the room as she yanks them over my hips and off my body, throwing them by the side of the bed. Lowering herself, she wraps her fingers around my dick, taking me in fully into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. Air hits my teeth as I throw my head back and I snatch her hair between my fingers, clutching it tightly. Drawing my dick back slowly, her pointed tongue presses firmly along the length until it reaches the end, where she rounds the head until she releases her suction with a popping sound. Thrusting my hips forward, I drive myself in again, once again knocking against the back of her throat.

My hold tightens and along with my balls. Knowing that I won’t last much longer, I pull her upward by her hair, her mouth releasing me as she bathes my body with her tongue all the way back up. Cupping her face in my hands, I crush her lips with mine as I lay her back onto my pillow. Breaking our kiss, I lean over the side of the bed, scooping up my jeans and reaching into my back pocket to grab my wallet, praying I have a condom. After flipping it open, my fingertips skim the plastic and I let out a sigh of relief, pulling it out and tearing it open with my teeth. Rising up, I sit back on the heels of my feet between Tatum’s legs and watch her hands traveling her body as I pinch the tip and roll it onto my dick.

“Fucking sexy as hell, Tate,” I say on a heavy breath, leaning over top her body as her legs spread, allowing me perfect access. Eyes locked and panting, we stare, knowing there’s no taking this moment back once it happens. Her fingertips glide down my back until both hands reach my ass, where she presses it gently, urging me forward.

“I need to feel you, Noah. Please,” she whimpers.

Lowering myself, I capture her lips with mine as I plunge deep inside her, her gasp sucking the air out of my mouth. The sensation of being inside her is so unreal I involuntarily claw the sheets under my hands. Her warm walls tighten around me, squeezing and caressing me as I pull back slowly, only to drive into her again, even harder. Her back soars off the bed pressing her hips into mine just as her hands fly to my arms on either side of her head. I release a guttural growl against her mouth as she digs her nails into my skin. Wrapping her legs back around me, she clenches me tightly between them as I continue thrusting myself again and again, the constriction of her walls around me letting me know that she’s closing in on her climax.

With a roll of my hips on my next pass, I press along the spot that I know is her trigger and watch as her mouth flies open. Her nails dig deeper and with my next drive, I get my scream.

“Noah!” she cries out as her legs tremble against me, her body shuddering as the waves of her orgasm roll all around me, initiating my own release. One more thrust and I’m set free. My whole body becomes rigid as I press myself as far into her as our bodies will allow, the remainder of her orgasm milking me as I come.

“God, Tate!” I roar, before closing my mouth on hers as my body falls limp. Lying on top of her, my nose nuzzles her neck, our chests rising and falling together as we try to catch our breaths.

After a couple of seconds, I raise my head and cup both sides of her face with my hands, placing a soft peck on her lips. “
You
are going to be the death of me.” I say this because she will.

I love her. There’s no way I’m going to leave her — what we just experienced solidified that for me just as I knew it would before we started.

She giggles in response and just as I’m about to kiss her again, the thundering blow of a slamming door breaks us apart. I launch myself off of her, my feet hitting the floor just before I reach down to snatch my jeans. After throwing them on the bed, I remove the condom a hell of a lot quicker than my dick appreciates, tying it closed and tossing it into the trashcan.
Grabbing my jeans and pulling them over my legs, my eyes lock with hers. “Stay here, Tate. No matter what you hear, stay in this room. Promise me.”

She raises her hand with her pinky extended. Nodding back at her, I grab my t-shirt and pull it over my head as I open the door and head down the stairs, taking them two at a time. As soon as I hit the bottom, my father’s liquor cabinet doors close with a thud in the study, pinpointing his location. Closing my eyes, I take in a preparatory breath before heading into the room and closing the door behind me.

My father’s eyes give me a once over as they scan my disheveled appearance from behind his colossal desk. Custom built for his height, the mahogany wood eyesore comes clear up to my waist, just as regal and majestic as everything else that he owns. Swirling glass in his hand slowly, the amber liquid rounds the bottom half as the ice shifts back and forth, his glare fixed on me. He’s eerily calm — so calm, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Gesturing for me to sit, he rises from his seat and rounds his desk just as I make it to the plush leather chair sitting in front of it to take my seat. He pushes the gold nameplate that reads
Dr. Adam Reese, M.D.
aside before leaning back against the desk, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he crosses his legs at the ankle and his arms against his chest. I’ve never understood why he has that damn plate. It’s his office, inside his house. I’m pretty sure people know it’s
his
desk, but
evs
.

I chuckle to myself. Tatum would be proud.

As I slouch back into my seat and scoot toward the end of the chair, I look up at my father with the smirk still present on my face. He narrows his eyes and breathes in deeply as he uncrosses his arms and calmly sets his glass on the desk, without a coaster.
Gasp!

Breaking my gaze from what I assume is his usual scotch, our eyes meet as he bends at the waist, placing the palms of his hands on his knees, leaning forward until his face is about a foot from mine.

“Did you forget our dinner plans?” he inquires, his expression vexed.

“No, sir.” I shift in my seat, bringing my ankle up to the opposite knee. “Something came up.”

His face twists into a snarl as his nostrils flare widely. “You deliberately defy me, boy?” His mouth pinches as he leans in closer. “First, you arrive hours past the time we agreed upon while bringing that piece of
trash
into my house without my permission, and now you sit here in
my
office with your appearance in absolute disarray, as though you have no respect for yourself, sneering in my direction as though you have no respect for me.”

Lurching out of my seat, I land on my feet with my fists clenched, the beast’s fury pumping through my blood. As he rises to a standing position, I respond through gritted teeth, “
Trash
? You don’t even know her.”