Page 79 of Wild Heart

“Tate,” she breathed, her back arching off the table, when I yanked down on the cup of her bra and sucked her perfectly round nipple into my mouth. “Oh, God. More.”

My hand flew to the other side, squeezing and massaging the flesh before removing the fabric to expose her skin. I shifted my mouth to that side, switching hands and pinching and rubbing her nipple on the other side.

She was squirming, writhing, panting. I brought both hands to her tits and played as my mouth moved from one side to the other. But when I felt her rolling her hips, seeking that friction, I had to move. I had to give her what she needed.

Keeping one hand firmly on her breast, my mouth released it and shifted toward her mouth. Kissing her, my opposite hand drifted down her body and beneath the waistband of her jeans.

Ava worked at the button and zipper, granting me better access, and the second I slipped beneath her underwear and between her legs, she whimpered.

“Fuck, Ava, you’re so wet.” My fingers played with her, moving through her wetness, rubbing and circling her clit.

I tore my mouth from hers and watched as she tipped her chin higher. She was moaning and squirming, and a gorgeous flush had crept over her skin.

“Tate,” she panted.

My fingers applied more pressure, giving her exactly what she wanted. Her lips parted, her breaths coming faster, growing more and more shallow. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Come for me, Ava,” I growled my command.

“Tate.”

I captured her mouth again, swallowing her cries of pleasure as my hand worked her through her orgasm. Ava’s hands grabbed hold of me, her fingernails digging in as each wave of pleasure washed over her.

I barely gave her the chance to come down when I separated my mouth from hers, lifted my torso, and brought my hands to the waistband of her jeans. I dragged them down her legs along with her underwear until they were at her knees, lifted her off the table, and spun her around before bringing my hands to my own pants to free myself.

Once I’d done that and pulled off my shirt, I stepped close and felt the warmth of her naked body against my own. Bringing one hand to her hip, my other snaked around the front of her body, up over her breasts, and toward her throat. Keeping my hand there, I used my thumb and applied pressure to her jaw, urging it to the side.

I kissed along her jaw and up toward her ear, where I nibbled on the lobe and felt the shiver that ran along her spine. Releasing it, with a husky voice, I said, “Place your palms on the table and brace yourself, Ava. This isn’t going to be gentle.”

I watched her swallow, her lips parting. She did as I asked, not knowing this had been a fantasy of mine for a very long time.

Curling one hand around my cock, I positioned myself, just barely nudging her pussy lips apart. She squirmed, urging herself back a touch, and my fingers bit into her hip.

“Tate,” she begged. “Please.”

That was it.

That was all I needed.

I drove my hips forward harshly, slamming them into her body.

She let out a moan, and a feral groan tore up my throat. Fuck, it had been too long without her. I didn’t think I’d forgotten howsweet her pussy was, but being inside her again, I felt as though I’d just entered a place I’d never been before.

Holding her hips in my hands, I did as I promised. I wasn’t gentle.

This was about heat and want and desperation. This was about claiming this woman again, knowing I wasn’t going to risk losing her—or this—ever again.

Over and over, one thrust after another, it built.

It built and built, the reality so much better than the fantasy. Her sounds, her skin, the utter need in the air. I missed it. I’d missed all of it.

But having her back, knowing she was mine again, something wild and uncontrollable came over me.

“Tilt your ass higher, Ava,” I ordered.

She immediately complied.

I drove in harder. “Oh, Tate.”