Ladies Man

by Katy Evans

  My hips roll achingly toward his body.

  He nibbles my earlobe, unleashing shivers down my spine. “Tell me you want me. Or I’ll make you tell me. Tell me now, Regina.”

  “I want you, T-Rex.”

  “And I love you.” He grabs my face in both hands and kisses me, adds teeth to the kiss. He nibbles my lip and then he sensuously bites it and tugs it gently before releasing, and it feels sore and loved and I want him to do it again. He holds my face framed in his callused palms, his eyes boring into me. “I revere you. I’m addicted to you. Tell me you know that. Huh?”

  “I know that,” I say, with effort.

  He hugs me to him and inhales my hair, then tips up my face, smoothing his tongue over my lips to open them.

  I open my lips farther, lost in the feel of being in his arms and being kissed like this and feeling his hair between my fingers and how much he wants me.

  I can’t get over the taste of him. The heat of him, and how it seeps through our clothes and to my skin. His hands trail over my backside, spreading to engulf all of me.

  We take a moment to breathe and watch each other with an intensity that makes his breath become deeper, mine faster, and we’re both so completely serious. As serious as we’ve ever been.

  He spreads a hand over my face, looking at my mouth, his palm engulfing nearly half my face, and I lift my head to kiss him again.

  I aim for his jaw, but Tahoe turns his head just the necessary inches to catch my lips with the center of his mouth.

  He growls softly when he’s got my mouth under his and I don’t move away, instead letting him mold his lips to mine.

  He holds my face, his hand open, and uses his thumb to pull my chin down so that my lips part and he can dip his tongue into my mouth…right where I want him, where his taste brands itself in me, and bubbles of pleasure race down my nervous system. His hot, soothing taste fills every tiny nook and corner inside me.

  Sensations crackle through my bloodstream. I am liquid and warm. “Tahoe,” I whisper.

  “God, say my name like that, just like that,” he murmurs as he trails his lips up my jaw.

  He nibbles my earlobe, unleashing shivers down my spine. He groans and squeezes me tighter to him, as if he’s waited for this for too long.

  He grabs my waist and shifts me so that he has access to my entire backside and I’m flat against him, kissing him as hard and fast as he’s kissing me.

  “Tahoe, Tahoe…” I moan.

  “I know,” he groans huskily into my mouth, “I know.”

  His tongue smooths over mine as I tip my head back and open my lips farther. I want him to taste me all over, to take everything.

  The heat of his chest against mine is burning me to ash. His hand trails over my abdomen, my heart aches when I see the raw lust on his face as he watches his fingers steal under my pajama top.

  Fingertips stroke all over my belly. He leans closer. His mouth brushes over mine and he gives me one light peck on the lips, like the ones he used to give me.

  I tremble.

  Another kiss—this one he punctuates with a small, delicious bite on my bottom lip. I clench all over with need. He nibbles me so tenderly, seizing my lip, gently biting, gently tugging, gently releasing, heatedly licking.

  I slip my fingers under his shirt, wanting to touch him.

  He seems to want my touch too because he shrugs off his shirt and tosses it aside. His hair ends up all mussed and I love it; I run my fingers over it and kiss his mouth again. Lick my tongue across the soft scrape of his beard and up to his glorious, minty, hot mouth.

  Breathless at the sight of his magnificent body in its semi-nude state, I toss my top and send it flying across the room. I’m wearing no bra, and the next instant we’re pressing up against each other, pressing our lips together.

  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, t
he 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.

  His lips sucking my earlobe. Him whispering that he craves me wet, that he craves me “this wet,” and his fingers easing inside me, then outside me, stroking my folds. Entering me again. I’m gasping against his throat as he inserts two fingers, then three.

  One thing I’m quickly learning about Tahoe Roth is that he is a little bit of a biter.

  He bites everything before tasting it.

  Bite…tug…release…lick…full-on kiss. All on the same spot. In so many spots.

  It’s madness-inducing.

  I bite his lip and pull for a second, doing the same.

  A grin touches his lips as his eyes catch fire. “Naughty girl,” he kisses me, “you sweet naughty girl.”

  He pulls out a foil packet and tears it open with his teeth. He looks down at me for an intense few seconds as he slips it on.

  I can’t catch my breath or stop my racing heart as he grabs his erection in one hand and holds my body pinned in bed with the other wrapped around my hip.

  We pause for a moment. It’s that one moment where I realize—this is it. This is it, this is it. And we both want it too much. Have been waiting too long.

  He enters slowly, taking his time—his exquisite time—for me to adjust to him.

  I think he is savoring the feeling of me, of my body hugging him, just as I am savoring the feeling of him, driving inch by inch inside me.

  I am no longer empty. I’m no longer lonely. I’m so full I could burst. I’m so happy I want to cry. I’m so aroused I’m buzzing head to toe and afraid that if he moves just one inch deeper, I’m going to come.

  He eases back as if he senses how close I am to exploding. And then he slowly drives back inside, entwining my fingers with his. My breaths jerk fast as he fills me, hard and steady. He whispers as he looks at me, “I love doing this with you, nearly as much as I love you.”

  He drives forward completely. I thrash and move my hips, desperate for more. He throws his head back and utters, as if he can’t believe this is real, “Fuck me,” in the hottest way I’ve ever heard any man curse before. It’s that thick drawl.

  He pins me in place and drives into me again as if he wants to bury himself in me and possess me whole.

  The noises he makes drive me crazy, his kisses obsess me. The warmth of his breath on my cheek arouses me even more as he holds my head to kiss me. His kiss is nearly painful, it is so raw, and he slows it down until it’s unbearably worshipful and tender.

  I soak it all up. The feel of him. The increase in his speed. Faster and faster. I’m holding his jaw and pulling him to me, closer and closer.

  The sound of me, crying out.

  His heavy breaths, as fast as mine.

  And the moment I lift my eyes to find him staring straight into mine with that dimple peeking out and I know that he’s loving this moment as much as I am…

  My nails sink into his back, my face in his throat, and suddenly I’m not smiling anymore.

  I’m taken to a shattering climax, one where nothing else exists but this feeling of belonging.

  Convulsing, I’m twisting and shaking, and crying a little it’s so intense, the way I come in his arms. I hear the sound of his breath jerking in his chest and I feel him tighten his body as he comes. He ducks and sucks my nipples, then my lips, his fingers traveling up the grooves of my ribs as he croons that I’m so hot…so very hot…

  We’re a tangle of delicious limbs when we come back to reality. He brushes my hair behind my shoulder, exposing my neck so he can gently kiss my throat.

  The sound of silence settles in the room.

  I lie naked and sated, his arms holding me.

  He shifts me in a way that he’s still inside me, and we lie quietly together.

  He cups my cheek and forces me to look at him.

  One year ago, all I wanted was to be his—a thousand moments later, I still do.

  Millions of smiles in the world, and his is the one I love most. The one he’s wearing now is particularly cocky. “What?” I ask.

  “Nothing.”

  I groan and nudge him. He nudges me back and pulls me tighter into his arms, laughing as he bites my earlobe.

  NEXT MORNING

  I wake up in a big bed with white cotton sheets when I hear the sound of the shower being turned off. Minutes later, it smells like coffee. Vanilla?? Coffee. Definitely some vanilla.

  I moan and roll over to find the sun streaming in through the windows.

  White cotton sheets cover my naked legs.

  I feel lazy and smooth.

  And it smells more strongly of coffee.

  I stretch my arms over my head and smile, looking around me.

  Tahoe.

  Tahoe…

  With that thought, with the thought of that name and the man attached to it, I jerk up out of the bed, slip into my nicest pajamas, and practically sprint out of the room.

  My stomach is a bundle of nerves and my sleepiness is slowly lifting with every step I take on the white limestone floor.

  Tahoe hears me coming into the kitchen and I swear I can practically hear him smirk from where I’m standing, five feet away.

  “Morning, sunshine.”

  He’s wearing his PJs too.

  He packed a bag when he came over? The thought warms me when I realize he meant to stay.

  Dark blue pants with white stripes. Shirtless. I gulp.

  Tahoe takes me in from where he stands, admiring me in a melon-pink silk sleep dress. I blush and smile.

  I look over his shoulder to find the coffee machine dripping sweet chocolaty-brown deliciousness.

  He follows my gaze and smirks. “If you want it, you’re going to have to come and get it.”

  I narrow my eyes and slowly make my way toward him.

  I am met with a wall of hard muscle.

  He smells like mint and coffee and soap and Egyptian cotton sheets and like…me.

  He smells like a lazy Sunday morning.

  I breathe him in and look up into his sparkling blue eyes. I get up on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, “Step aside, baby.”

  I feel his muscles tighten and his breath catch in his throat at the endearment. “Not yet,” he croons, slipping his arm around my waist and trapping me there.

  I run my hands up and down his chest. “Please?” I answer.

  I don’t know who I’m teasing anymore.

  Him or me.

  His nearness maddens me. The memory of last night maddens me.

  He exhales roughly and before I know it, his hands grasp the backs of my legs, lifting me up, and I’m sitting on top of the marble kitchen island.

  He pushes my legs open and stands between them. He smirks down at me and lowers his head to mine. “Give me a kiss,” he whispers, teasing me with his breath on the side of my neck.

  “What?” I gasp, trying not to focus on his lips sliding along my flesh.

  “Kiss me, Regina.” He continues rubbing his lips along the curve of my jaw. He plants a kiss on my pulse point below my ear.

  “Give me a good morning kiss, baby,” he continues, looking heatedly at me.

  “Ha…” I try to laugh through his teasing but I’m having difficulty thinking of a good comeback. “I’m not used to being charged for coffee I can make on my own.”

  “Really?” he asks, his hands pushing my little silk dress up my thighs.

  His hands are warm, and a little rough, and so achingly familiar. Warm on my skin as he holds on to my thighs, dangerously close to my ass.
r />   I find myself wishing he would go higher.

  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.