That First Kiss (19 page)

Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen from kisses and a recent orgasm, and every curve of the body she ridiculed was highlighted by muted afternoon sunlight
, making her appear soft and sensual. She looked beautiful even to her own eyes.

She shifted her attention to the man standing behind her. Every muscle stood out in stark relief, his biceps bulging from gripping her hair and hip
so fiercely.

“You look incredible, Piper,
” he said, the gravel of his voice sending a bolt of heat straight to her core. His hand left her hip and skimmed up her side, wrapping around her ribcage until it found her breast. Folding his fingers around the heavy mound, he squeezed. “I want to fuck these,” he said, his voice a guttural promise. “I want to wrap your tits around my dick and fuck the shit out of them until I come on your chest.” His words set fire to her blood and her pussy clenched. For the first time in her life, she was glad to be a little lusher, because Tate seemed to be enjoying the fullness of her curves.

Grasping his cock, she fought to keep her eyes from sliding shut as Tate dragged the blunt head back and forth across her
saturated opening and through the crease of her buttocks, tormenting her as he spread her slick juices until she felt drenched everywhere.

She’d never had sex in the daylight before, much less watched herself doing it, but she found the experience to be extremely erotic. When Tate’s eyes slid closed as he rubbed himself against her, as if bracing
for what was coming next, pleasure seized her. She reveled in the knowledge that she affected him this way.

“Tell me you’re on the pill,” Tate uttered, his thrusting hips growing more insistent. “
I didn’t bring any condoms and unless you have some, we’re fucked.” He nudged her opening, pushing the head in and pulling back. “We can do it without one, if you want. I’ve been checked,” he rushed to say. “I’m clean. God, Piper, don’t make me stop. I don’t think I can. Say yes, baby. Let me fuck you. Say yes,” he practically begged her.

Christ, she hadn’t even thought that far ahead, which was completely and utterly stupid on her part when here she was, planning to have sex with a man who had probably been around the block more times than
an ice cream truck. It just so happened that she was on the pill, but it wasn’t because she had been planning to have sex. It was to keep her cycles regular and her moods level. Now, she was glad she had it to serve the purpose it was meant to. One day, she imagined having children, but not today, and definitely not with Tate. Thankfully, she wouldn’t need to worry about any of that.

“Yes.” She gasped when he tugged at her hair again, his head dipping down to nuzzle the side of her neck. He ran the tip of his tongue over the spot just below her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin.

“Good, because I hate rubbers and I don’t want anything coming between us.” The rumble of his voice sent a wave of moisture flooding between her legs and Piper moaned, his name slipping from her lips. “Mmm, I like the way you say my name,” Tate growled as he bent over her and reached between her legs. His hand cupped her mound and she could feel his hard length slipping through her slippery folds. He pressed it against her, forcing the blunt head to glide over her swollen clit over and over again; until she was wound so tight she thought she would come again.

He didn’t afford her that chance.

Standing upright, Tate took hold of her hips again. She steeled herself, waiting for him to fill her. Moments passed, and when he still hadn’t moved, she frowned. “Tate…?” She looked over her shoulder, needing to see him…That was all he seemed to be waiting for. With one, solid thrust, Tate shoved his way inside, burying him to the hilt.

“Oh fuck!” Normally, Piper
wasn’t much for using such coarse language, but it was unavoidable. Tate was thick, long and he was filling her in a way she had never been with any other man. Her whole body felt tight, full, and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

Piper focused on each sensation as Tate
pumped his cock in and out of her body. Her muscles tingled with electricity, her legs felt weak, and her head swam in dizzied pleasure. Even the bite of his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her felt amazing.

“Jesus Christ, Piper.” Tate was panting, his control slipping. “I want to…I want…” He broke off, leaving Piper to wonder what he wanted so badly. Then she knew.

One of Tate’s hands left her hip. Piper’s eyes rose up to their reflection in the mirror, curiously watching him to see what he would do. His eyes were downcast, wholly focused on where they were joined, and that vision alone was enough to stir her body closer to climax.

She felt rather than saw his fingers dabble at the opening of her pussy where his cock still pumped inside of her. Then, slick with her juices, he smoothed his fingers higher, tracing her anus. Tensing, Piper’s mind screeched to a halt. What was he planning to do? She had never had anything
there
before. She’d heard that some people liked that kind of thing, but to her it was taboo. Wrong. Sinful…
exciting
.

Once again, she was shocked with herself. She was actually intrigued by the idea of having Tate take her in every way imaginable. She wanted him to mark her as his, to
brand every inch of her body, inside and out.

She found herself pushing back against him.

Tate’s eyes snapped up, clashing with hers. They were looking at each other from across the room, their eyes engaged in silent communication even as their bodies slapped against each other in the most intimate of ways.

He didn’t ask her what she wanted, he just knew. Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, Tate pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscles. Piper
tensed at the foreign sensation, but it felt incredible and the deeper he pushed, the more she fought to hold her head up. Never had she felt so alive. It was like every nerve ending in her body had been shocked awake and was filled to bursting with electricity.

Tate’s mouth
gaped open slightly as he measured her reactions in the mirror with rapt attention. She watched him too, gaining pleasure from his. Slowly, his finger withdrew and when it came back, he added a second, stretching her pussy and her anus at once.

“Tate,” Piper panted, writhing beneath him as he twisted his fingers inside her and slid them out, then in, and out again in time with his hips.

“Fuck, Piper.” Tate closed his eyes briefly, and then caught her up in their storm again. “I want to fuck every inch of you. I can’t decide which part of you I want to come in first, your sweet little pussy or this tight ass.”

Piper was aflame with sensation, and right now, she couldn’t seem to make herself care. Her brain was still caught up on “first.”

“Touch yourself,” he growled.

“What?” Piper’s fingers clutched the comforter as she tried to keep herself
on her feet and still make sense of what he was asking her.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated.  “I want to see how you make
that pussy come.”

She should have been appalled, turned off, embarrassed, but all Piper could feel at that moment was a deep need to please him, to please herself. She was too caught up in their passion, in the overwhelming, mind-numbing sensations wreaking havoc on her body to worry about much of anything else.

Releasing one hand, she slipped it between her thighs, her fingers skimming over his penis on a down stroke that nearly gave her one in the process, before locating the tight bundle of nerves.

Her fingers danced smoothly over her clitoris in a pattern she had set long ago as Tate’s fingers and cock pushed deeper into her. Unable to keep her eyes open anymore, Piper let her chin drop to her chest and concentrated on the feeling of Tate moving inside of her, touching her everywhere.

It wasn’t long before she felt the tide begin to rise. Her muscles tensed and her movements grew more frenzied as she worked herself closer to the edge. Behind her, Tate’s thick thighs locked and his thrusts grew harder, deeper as he found his own rhythm.

As her world came apart, h
e grabbed her hips with both hands slammed into her, his balls slapping her flesh and her breath gusting from her lungs. She felt his cock swell inside her and she clenched her muscles to grip him tighter, sending them both tumbling over the edge.

“Oh! God!”

“Fuck, yes!”

Their shouts filled the small room and Piper spiraled out of control. Never in her life had she felt anything like it. If asked, she wouldn’t have words adequate to describe the mass of sensations gripping her. Every muscle seized and convulsed, suspended in a state of rapture so great, she thought she might
combust.

Together, they collapsed on the bed, with Piper on her stomach, fighting for air, and Tate
crushing down on top of her. They were still joined, his cock twitching inside of her, when Piper smiled. This was quite possibly the best day she had ever had.

23

The last of the heavy boxes dropped to the floor with a dull thud. Tate straightened, arching his back to stretch out the kinks. He could claim that the twinge of pain had come from hauling loads of books all afternoon, and it wouldn’t be a total lie, but it wouldn’t be the truth either. Recalling the images of having Piper bent over the side of her bed, moaning his name and crying in pleasure threatened to make him hard all over again.

             
Recalling a conversation he’d had with his mother before leaving Chicago, Tate concluded that he didn’t care what she said. Piper was no good for him. She was dangerous to his self-control. She clouded his judgment. With her, all he could hear was the devil on his shoulder whispering in his ear.

He knew
his mother had entertained visions of him settling down with a wife and kids for years now, ever since his time with Casey. She really didn’t make a secret of it. The woman hoarded grandchildren like a spinster hoarded cats. Well, he wouldn’t be buying into that mess, ever. Frankly, after what he went through with his ex, it would be a cold day in hell before he ever settled down again. It just wasn’t worth the hassle. In the end, someone always got hurt.

             
That’s why he had ducked out of Piper’s room shortly after she fell asleep.

             
They’d been amazing together. It shocked him how much he still wanted her after already having her. That hadn’t happened since…well, since he could remember. After he and Casey broke it off, he had bounced from one woman to another, never getting deeper than a one-night stand. No numbers were exchanged. No addresses confirmed. No last names. Once he sated his sexual needs, he was out the door. If the women didn’t like it, he certainly hadn’t heard any complaints.

             
Sure, there were times that he ran into one of them. It was a small world, after all. He frequented the same clubs and restaurants often enough that the chances of it happening were significantly heightened. In the rare instance that he felt like he was doing something wrong, that he was using the women he slept with then ditched at the end of the night, he took heart in those times when he found them latched onto the arm of another man, very obviously in a relationship, and even at times very much married. It went a long way in reassuring him that he was right to remain unattached.

             
So when he found himself staring down at the prone form of the woman who was slowly but surely wiggling her way into every aspect of his world, consuming his every waking thought and igniting feelings he never thought to have again, Tate extracted himself from the bed and left as quickly and as quietly as he could manage.

             
He knew that made him look like a creep, a loser, a total and utter jackass, not to mention a hypocrite, because wasn’t that exactly the same thing she had done to him and he had scolded her over? Yeah, he was a prick. He wouldn’t deny it.

             
The fact of the matter was that last night was the first time he had made love to a woman in nearly two years, and it was amazing. The problem was that he didn’t know how to handle all of this emotion that was running amuck inside of him. A part of him wanted to crawl back into bed and hold her in his arms for the rest of the night, because the woman felt too damn good and inspired bouts of insanity like that. Another part demanded that he put distance between them immediately before he got sucked in too deep. And a part of him knew that, without a doubt, it was already too late.

What
he was feeling for Piper wasn’t something he could stop. It wasn’t something he could take back or cut out or burn to ashes. It was a poison that had entered his blood stream and ripped its way through his body and he knew the exact moment that it happened: that first kiss.

             
One thing he had always been clear on, a personal rule intended to maintain the necessary distance he needed to stay unaffected and unattached to the many women he took to bed each night, was to never, ever kiss them. It was the tie that binds. A person could have sex with any number of random people and have it remain a completely superficial function of life, but the moment they chose to seal their lips with another, the soul deep, heart afflicting connection would be made and there would be no turning back.