I close my eyes almost instantly because her touch takes my breath away.
“I need you, Taryn,” I whisper, “more than anything else.” I open my eyes. “I. Need. You.”
Taryn
I can’t speak, I’m frozen. Merick’s eyes shine so brightly. I watch my thumb as I stroke it back and forth across his cheek.
Is this…is he, what and who I’ve been waiting for? Am I able to cross that line? Could I stay and live here? Is this where I belong here with him? Today when he showed me his town I fell in love—with the people, with the charm, and the immediate sense of it being home.
I reach up with my other hand and do what the little voice inside of me is saying I should, and that’s to pull his face down to mine, but I don’t kiss him...yet. First, I ghost my lips over his. His breath smells like the bourbon he drank, and it sends an electric feeling racing through me. His chest grazes me so lightly it causes my nipples to harden.
He’s still not touching me other than that simple tease, but I feel him everywhere. I run the tip of my tongue against the seam of his lips. His flavor explodes on my tongue as an ache begins between my legs, a strong need, a desire I’m drowning in takes shape. Merick emits a low sound in his throat that almost resembles a purr. “I can smell how aroused you are right now,” he whispers against my lips, only igniting me further.
My cheeks heat up, but I ignore the embarrassment and full-on kiss him. Merick lets me control the kiss for about two seconds before he takes over. My knees go weak immediately, but I knew he wouldn’t let me fall because he grabs me from the back of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly.
Our kiss turns urgent before he nips my lower lip, licking away the sting. I feel him moving and then we’re going down with my back hitting the sofa. Merick is careful with his weight on me but I want to feel all of him.
I moan into his mouth as our tongues meet in what feels like the most familiar dance. Like a rhythm I’ve been performing on repeat in my mind. A dream I’m finally living and it's perfect. I lean away from him, wanting to see his eyes, feeling what he is feeling. I need him to understand I trust him with my heart and my body. “You’re not going to hurt me,” reaching behind him I grip his rock hard ass in both of my hands and use them to pull him toward me.
The moment his erection comes in contact with my pussy I arch my back and moan. Even through his denim and my sweats I can feel his size and while it’s a little intimidating, it’s also intriguing. The small fraction of worry escapes me in a hurry when his lips come back down on mine and I rock against him.
Moving my hands up his waist I start working them under his T-shirt. He’s warm to the touch, his body is hard yet soft, and his scent is wafting around me, cocooning me, comforting me.
Merick moves his lips to the sensitive spot right behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful.” He leaves a slow tantalizing kiss behind as he continues, “everything I’ve ever hoped for.” Licking the space where his lips were, he says, “you have no clue the power you have over me, already.” He nips the sensitive flesh and a whimper slips from me.
He pushes his cock against me, hitting my clit over and over. “Touch me please,” I whisper hoarsely, more of a beg really.
“If we start I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to stop. Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’m sure.”
I seem to unleash the beast because suddenly my nightshirt is ripped off of me and his lips are wrapped around my nipple, sucking hard.
My fingers fist into his hair, holding him to my breast. He nips the tip before switching to the other side and gives it the same attention.
I grind against him, feeling the dampness between my legs. My orgasm starts to build, it’s so close I can taste it.
Bam, bam, bam!
Merick freezes above me and my eyes widen. “Um...were you expecting someone?” I ask.
He shakes his head before tipping it back and inhaling loudly. “Fuck me.” He gets up and helps me off the couch. “Get your shirt on, okay?” And then he is gone.
Fully clothed and a little disappointed by our interruption, I join Merick in the entryway just in time to see him open the front door. I am surprised to see a beautiful, statuesque blonde on the other side. I didn’t expected to watch him smile widely at the woman and then pick her up in his arms in a huge hug.
I’ll never admit to anyone that I had been super jealous because she looked like she was ready to rock the runway. After their embrace he smiled at me, holding out his hand. “Come here, Taryn.” Momentarily starstruck by her and her beauty and the familiarity they shared my body jerks in response to his words. Quickly
