“Why? Do you like it?” he asked, shamelessly fishing for compliments. He hissed when Tara’s soft fingers traced the grooves of his abs.

“What do you think?” She pressed her breasts against his chest and sighed deeply. “I can look at you all day. But I’ll save that part for after we give each other earth-shattering orgasms.”

“You first,” he growled, and flipped her onto her back. He finished undressing her and threw his own clothes on the floor. Then he positioned himself on top of her, naked skin against naked skin. God, it feels so good. “Is this okay?”

“A hell of a lot better than okay,” she said breathlessly.

With a satisfied smile, he traced kisses down her torso, making sure to give her lovely breasts the attention they deserved. He paused when he reached her hips to trace a tattoo of a vibrant iris. The royal purple, rich burgundy, and a splash of deep yellow of the tattoo made the flower almost look real.

“I like this. The iris reminds me of you. Sensual and passionate,” he said with his mouth brushing kisses over the tattoo.

“Thank you.” She shivered against his touch.

He moved down to kiss the junction between her thighs. “I like this, too. You’re just pretty everywhere, baby.”

Then, because he wanted to taste her and have her fall apart against his tongue, he kissed, teased, and licked her until her hands fisted in her hair and she screamed his name.

“Good girl.” He slid up to kiss her firmly on her lips. He had to be inside her. He couldn’t wait another minute. She protested when he broke the kiss. He placed another quick kiss on her lips to settle her. “Condom.”

“Here. Let me,” she said, once he pulled one out of the nightstand.

She reached over and took the condom package from his hand and ripped it open. Fuck. When she reached over to roll the rubber over him, he had to keep a tight rein on himself so he wouldn’t come before he even got inside her. But it was a close call with her warm, firm hand gripping him.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, holding himself still at her entrance.

“I want this very, very much,” she said, pulling his hips closer to her.

“Good.”

They came together with a sigh, and he worshiped her with his trembling body until the world splintered and fell around them.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Good morning, baby.” Seth’s voice was husky with sleep on the other end of the line. Tara could almost see him lying in his bed with his sheets low on his waist, revealing his glorious chest and abs.

“Good morning,” she replied, suddenly wide awake.

“I wanted to wake up with you beside me,” he said softly, sending a shiver down her back.

“Me, too. Sorry I had to come home.” She lay flat on her bed and stared up at her ceiling. She would so much rather look up at Seth’s face as he held himself over her.