Free Burn for Me by Shiloh Walker Page A

his hips and arched against him.
    The contact was a jolt, straight down his spine, hitting him square in the balls. “Yes, I should absolutely take care of that.”
    Reaching for the hem of her shirt, he slowly peeled it up, watching as he bared each inch. Goose bumps broke out along her skin and once the shirt had cleared her head, he dropped it to the ground and leaned forward, pressed his mouth to the delicate line of her collarbone.
    She shivered and he looked up, stared into her eyes. “Are you cold?”
    “Umm.”
    “I can’t tell if that’s a yes or no.” He nibbled his way along her shoulder, felt another shiver race through her. “I’ll take it as a yes. I should warm you up. Get rid of these wet clothes.”
    He kissed his way up her throat and reached behind him to unhook her feet, guiding her legs down so he could deal with her jeans. “These should go, too, right?”
    “Yeah.” She smiled against his lips as he went to take her mouth. Her kisses—he could gorge on them. Every day for the rest of his life and never be satisfied. That was what he wanted. What he’d wanted for a long, long time; maybe he’d even let himself think about having it. “I think everything should go.”
    “Good idea.” He undid her bra, slipped the straps slowly down, watching as her breasts swung free. The deep rose of her nipples begged for him and he paused to catch one in his mouth, plumping her breasts together as he did so. “So soft. So sweet.”
    She arched against him, a movement guaranteed to distract him. He wasn’t about to get distracted, though, and he straightened, focusing his attention on the thin cotton yoga pants. They were gone in seconds and he boosted her back up, pressed her back to the door.
    A random thought fired— we can go to her room —but he didn’t want to be away from her, didn’t want to try and navigate the house when he could be inside her.
    She hissed, shivering. “You’re getting me wet all over again.”
    “That’s the idea.” He slid a hand down between them, pushed a finger inside her and yes, she was very, very wet.
    She gasped as he stroked her, her muscles clenching around him. Then she reached for him, yanking at his shirt. “Take this off.”
    He leaned back just enough, gripping the firm curve of her ass. “You take it off instead.”
    Their gazes locked and held as she dragged the shirt up. It caught around his shoulders and he let go just enough to finish stripping the wet mess off as she clutched at his hips with her knees.
    It was absolutely insane that his hands were shaking.
    He’d made love to Ali a hundred times. More.
    Yet each time was a new experience.
    This time, I don’t have to hide—
    He stilled, slowly lifting his eyes to stare at her.
    “Tate?”
    His heart thudded in his chest and he tried to breathe around the massive ache centered there but it was almost impossible.
    An uncertain look crossed her features.
    “No more holding back?”
    A breath shuddered out of her. “Please don’t.”
    Gazing at her, he eased the zipper of his jeans down, his cock pulsating, the need inside him swelling, rippling through him. His blood burned. Nerve endings seemed to sizzle and scream inside.
    She reached down and stroked one finger along his length and he caught her wrist, stretched it up over her head and pressed it to the door, still watching her. He caught her other wrist as well, holding them both pinned in one hand, high over her head.
    It arched her back, lifted her breasts, a position that seared itself on the back of his mind.
    With his free arm, he caught one leg, drew it up. “There. Stay right there,” he muttered, right there as he pressed it to his hip, opening her. Her lips parted as she stared at him, soft, broken little pants coming from her. Then he reached between them and grabbed his cock, grimacing as even that touch sent a jolt racing through him. He was ready to come, right there. The heated kiss of her wet pussy against his head