Page 25 of One Hot Texas Summer (The Prentice Brothers of Sweet Ridge #1)

Tate was wearing a white button-down shirt that fit snugly across his broad shoulders. His jeans were dark blue and, having looked at his back view often enough in denim, would no doubt cup his ass nicely.

“Can I get you some champagne? It’s the only way to start off our weekend, don’t you think?”

With a couple of simple actions Tate had created the atmosphere she’d been hoping for all day while she’d been getting everything ready for her to set up the flowers for the wedding. Every time she thought about Tate joining her, tingles of excitement and anticipation fired through her.

“I’d love some. And Tate?” He raised an eyebrow in query as he removed the gold foil from the neck of the bottle. “Thank you.”

He inclined his head, acknowledging her words. The pop of the cork echoed around the room and some of the straw-colored liquid bubbled up and over the open bottle. “Let’s hope that’s not a sign of things to come,” Tate quipped as he grabbed a glass and started filling it.

Kelly laughed. “Let’s hope not, but I know a few tricks.”

Tate’s eyes flew to hers, his mouth open in surprise. “I’m not sure what to say.”

She sidled up to him, a sense of wild abandonment building in her. Kelly ran a hand up the side of his jeans and then reached around and squeezed his ass. “Don’t say anything. Just enjoy.”

She pressed her lips against his and she heard ice crunching as Tate placed the bottle back in the bucket. His arms wrapped around her, and she shrieked as cold liquid poured down her back.

“Oh, my God, Kel, I’m so sorry.” Tate jumped back, holding the now-empty glass.

She burst out laughing while grabbing the tie of her dress. “If you wanted me out of my dress, all you had to do was this. You didn’t have to waste good champagne.”

Tate blinked and licked his lips when she let the sodden fabric drop to the ground. Standing in front of him in her white lacy matching bra and thong set should be nerve-wracking, but it felt right, as if everything in her life had led up to this moment.

“I was wrong. You’re not beautiful, you’re exquisite.” Tate’s fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, and he was shucking it off before she had a chance to breathe in.

His chest was lightly tanned, as though he spent some time out in the orchards without his shirt on, but not every day. She could picture him pulling peaches from the tree, his body glistening from exertion. Muscles bunching in his back every time he moved.

A shiver wracked her body and her mouth suddenly went dry.

“Are you cold?” Tate asked as he closed the gap between them and pulled her tightly against him. Even though she wasn’t cold, being wrapped in his warm embrace was amazing.

“Not anymore, but you’ve got too many clothes on.” She pressed a kiss against his chest and her fingers found the button of his jeans. The material was stiff and not only from the engorged flesh she could feel.

“Let me.” He brushed her hands away. A few moments later she was pushing the denim down his legs. “Get on the bed,” he ordered as he dealt with the removal of his shoes and jeans.

So he liked to be in charge, did he? Well, she’d let him believe he was but she planned to have her way with him. There were plenty of things she wanted to do to him.

Kelly scooted back until she rested against the pillows and admired the view in front of her.

Tate’s muscles came from honest, hard work.

He had a nice six-pack, and she couldn’t wait to run her fingers over the ridges.

She already knew how strong his arms were as she’d touched them plenty of times.

Her eyes dipped lower and could see the evidence of his arousal straining against his boxer briefs. Kelly ran her tongue across her lips, she couldn’t wait to lick, suck, and taste every inch of Tate’s body.

Excitement and desire pumped through her as he climbed on the bed. He cupped her ankle and brushed the underside of her foot. Her body jolted from the contact. Immediately, Tate looked up, worry and need shining in his eyes. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

“No, everything’s fine. I just have ticklish feet.”

A wicked glint entered Tate’s eyes, and she braced herself for what was to come next. His callused fingers encircled her ankle. “You shouldn’t have told me that,” he said as he kissed the arch of her foot.

Arrows of electricity sizzled all the way up her leg, coalescing at the juncture of her thighs. “Why?”

He nipped the skin above where his fingers held her.

“Because now I know your weak spot.” Tate licked and nibbled his way up her leg and all thought of responding to him left her mind.

All she could concentrate on was the way his touch energized her in a way Edwin and all her other lovers hadn’t been able to.

It was like Tate was wired to know what she liked and didn’t like.

He nibbled his way up her inner thigh and pressed a warm kiss against her core over her thong.

A long moan escaped her. “God, yes.” Her fingers gripped the sheets as Tate removed the tiny scrap of material and worked his magic on her sex.

His tongue dipped and stroked until she was a mass of jelly.

Her orgasm was fast approaching. Releasing her grip on the sheets, she reached down and threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him so he wouldn’t move away from her.

Her toes curled and she arched her back as she ground her hips against him as her climax hit her with the force of a fastball from a star pitcher.

“Tate!” Her cry echoed around the room, and he kept his grip on her as the aftermath of her release rippled through her.

Tate worked his way up her body, swirling his tongue around her belly button before he reached her breasts. Somehow, she found the strength to sit up and reach around to remove her bra. His sharp intake of breath was a sign he liked what he saw.

“I don’t think I can say this enough, Kel, but you really are beautiful.

” He placed a hand on her chest and pushed her gently until she lay back on the pillows.

Tate leaned down and nuzzled the top of each breast before taking one nipple into his mouth.

The action caused her sensitized body to jerk, and she bit her lip to stop another moan from escaping.

The guy might be young, but he knew all the moves. But she still had a couple she could show him. Kelly didn’t allow herself to think about how Tate got all his experience, all that mattered was he was with her now and not anywhere else.

A brush of fingers against her cheek made her open her eyes.

Tate loomed over her, but not in a threatening way. “You okay?” he asked resting his head against her forehead.

Somehow, he’d picked up on her distracting thoughts. Tonight was about them. She had a past—Tate had seen that firsthand earlier and hadn’t run. Tate had a past, and right this second it didn’t matter. He’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm and she had a feeling the next one would be even better.

Wrapping her arms around him, she tugged until he fell on top of her. The hard ridge of his arousal, through the fabric of his underwear, rested against her stomach. “I’m not okay.” He tensed beneath her but she pushed on before he could pull away. “Because I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Your wish is my command.” Tate’s laughter rumbled through her as he pulled away and stood by the bed to remove his boxer briefs. His erection sprang out, long and hard, and she wanted him inside of her like she’d never wanted anyone before.

Kelly could get addicted to everything about the man. His laughter. His sensitivity. His magical tongue and hands. Her mom had been so right. There was so much more to Tate than her first impression of him, and she couldn’t wait to see what else he had planned for her.

*

Tate was surprised he hadn’t blown his load already. The taste of Kelly still lingered in his mouth, and the sounds of her cries of completion echoed around his mind. He wanted to make her scream like that again and again.

He hadn’t been a monk, but nothing had ever given him more satisfaction than making Kelly orgasm with only his mouth. He climbed back on the bed and cuddled up to her. He pressed a kiss on the side of her cheek before working his way around until he captured her mouth with his.

Their tongues tangled, and her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He was totally fine with that.

Kelly yanked her mouth away from his, her ragged breathing rushed against his ear. “I need you inside of me now, Tate. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I want that too.” He couldn’t wait to sink into her wet, warm body. Hear her intake of breath at the first thrust. Yet he pulled away from her even though he didn’t want to.

“Where are you going?”

“Getting some protection,” he said as he slid off the bed to grab his jeans where his wallet was still in a back pocket.

The crinkle of foil halted his progress and he glanced over his shoulder to see Kelly holding a packet in her hand. “All taken care of.”

He plucked the condom out of her hand. “I think I lo—ah, I think you’re amazing.” Tate couldn’t believe he almost blurted out that he loved her.

But it was true. He had fallen in love with Kelly and the thought didn’t freak him out at all. In fact, it propelled him to make her his in the most basic of ways. With quick movements he rolled on the condom and settled himself between her legs.

He couldn’t tell if she picked up on what he was about to tell her or not. Her eyes were heavy lidded with desire and her mouth was parted, ready for him to take possession of her.

Bracing himself on his forearms, he nudged her entrance with his dick. “Are you ready?”

Her hands landed on his ass, her nails digging into his flesh. “More than ready. And don’t be gentle, Tate. I don’t need gentle from you.”

Blood swelled through him and he hardened even more. He liked that she told what she wanted and needed. They were equal partners in this relationship, and he would ensure that that didn’t change.

Pressing his lips against hers, he slipped one arm underneath her hips, lifting her so he could thrust into her warm heat. Both of them groaned when he was fully seated inside her.

“Fuck, Kel, this feels unbelievable.” Her inner muscles clenched around him, and he took a deep, steadying breath so he didn’t come in that moment. Once he had himself under control, he began the slow slide out before diving back in. Her hips met his and increased the pleasure of the action.

He maintained a smooth in-and-out motion, steadily increasing his speed. Kelly matched him all of the way. Her breaths panting in his ear while her lips peppered kisses on his shoulders.

The only thoughts that consumed him was to give Kelly the maximum amount of pleasure he could.

The back of his spine tingled, a sure sign his orgasm was imminent.

He upped the pace and Kelly’s cries became a little louder.

Reaching in between them, he circled and pressed his thumb down on her clit.

It was enough to send her over the edge, and she called out his name.

A few moments later, his own orgasm rocketed through him.

He groaned loudly as his body pumped his release into her.

Tired and replete, he collapsed on top of her and rolled them so that she lay over his chest, her hair a curtain of gold.

Pressing a kiss on top of her hair he closed his eyes, happier than he’d been in a long time.