I look into his eyes, letting him know how serious I am. “I won’t regret this. I want this so bad.”
“How bad?” he asks in a deep rumble.
“Why don’t you have a look for yourself?” I reply sultrily.
He instantly slides down my silk shorts, a choked sound leaving his throat when he sees I’m not wearing any panties. He kisses my stomach, right above my belly button, then slides my top up. I raise my arms so he can get it over my head, leaving me completely bare before him. I try to see myself as he would be right now: breasts a little more than a handful, tattoos covering my arms and scripture on my ribs. Pale skin, a small waist that flares into wider hips and strong thighs, thanks to kickboxing.
“Beautiful,” he breathes out, eyes roving over every inch of me. My face flushes at his perusal, but I hold my ground and don’t attempt to cover myself up, even though the lamp is on in the room, and he can clearly see everything.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
He pauses for a second, as if he doesn’t want to take his eyes off me, but then starts to lift his t-shirt off. I take in every rippled muscle. The valley between his pecs begs to be licked, and I plan to oblige. I could never get sick of this view. I like it—a lot.
“And the pants,” I manage to get out, still staring at his six-pack of spectacular abs.
He undoes his button, and my eyes don’t leave his hands. The sound of the zipper lowering fills the room, then his jeans are pulled down his powerful thighs. He kicks them off, and allows me to stare at him, his lips twitching.
He’s amazing.
He climbs onto the bed on his knees, bracing himself over me. When he lowers himself and kisses me, I close my eyes and just feel.
The kisses soon turn desperate, and his hands start to wander. His mouth lowers and finds my nipples, concentrating on one and then the other. I reach down and hold him with my hand, arching my hips up, silently begging for him to enter me.
“No rush,” he admonishes gently as he starts to kiss down my stomach.
Okay, I do like where this is going.
At the first lick, I can’t stop the moan that bursts from my mouth. How long has it been? Too fucking long. And now it’s with Tane again. Nothing could be better than this—with him.
My hands thread through his hair and my head falls back against the pillow. To begin with, his licks are tantalisingly slow, but he slowly increases the speed.
“Tane,” I whisper when I’m almost there. So close. He sucks on my clit and I explode, calling out his name as waves of pleasure take over me.
As I come back to myself, Tane leans over me once more, wiping his hand over his mouth and staring down at me.
I smile up at him, feeling relaxed and content.
“My turn,” I suddenly say, rolling over him and licking my lips.
He makes a deep sound in his throat as I take him into my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I slide him in and out until he gently pushes my head away.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasps, sitting up and pushing me back on the bed. “Condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“I’m clean,” he says, as he slides home, making me moan. He’s big and fills me, pleasure bordering the line of pain.
“Are you okay?” he asks, restraining himself.
“Yes, please,” I beg, needing him to move inside me. He instantly complies, thrusting his hips in and out in sensual rhythm.
“You feel so good,” he grits out, bracing his arms over me.
I pull his head down and kiss him with everything I have.
We finish together, panting and entangled. He kisses my forehead sweetly and then pulls out. I smile, my eyelids heavy, and snuggle into his body.
“Now that’s how you make love.” I sigh.
His chuckle makes my smile widen.
Chapter Nineteen
Tane
I wake her up with my mouth on her, then slide into her and make love to her slowly. Last night was incredible. I lost count how many times I reached for her in the night, wanting—no, needing to be inside of her.
She wasn’t complaining.
“Morning,” she mumbles sweetly after we both orgasm, a satisfied smile on her face as I gently pull out of her.
“Morning beautiful,” I say as I stare down at her. Even just as she wakes, she is stunning. I don’t think I’ve ever thought that of another woman before.
“I hope you’re not that insatiable every night,” she says, lip twitching.
I kiss her. “I don’t remember you complaining.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “That’s because I wasn’t.”
“I’ll go make breakfast,” I whisper against her swollen pink lips. “You can relax for a bit.”
“Okay,” she replies, kissing me first, then rolling over and burying her face in the pillow.
I smile as I exit the room, feeling a little … proud? No, maybe satisfied that I could please her so much. I keep that thought to myself, not wanting Giselle to think I was some kind of caveman, but the feeling was there nonetheless.
I make some coffee then jump in the shower, humming as I do so. Once I’m dressed I wake Parker up and make him breakfast. I make some eggs, bacon, and toast for Giselle and bring it to her in bed. As she eats, I get Parker washed and dressed for kindy. I love doing all these little things for him. I guess in a way I’m trying to make up for lost time, but at the same time, I just like doing them. I like seeing him every day, and I like spending time with him.
Giselle walks out of the room fully dressed as I’m about to leave to drop Parker off. She’s wearing all black, pants and a shirt, and these little boots I want to fuck her in.
“Thanks for getting him ready,” she says, pushing her hair back behind her ears. She’s got this red lipstick on that I want to kiss off her. She gives me a knowing smile. “Tane, we don’t have time for that.”
I bring her to me, lean down and kiss her neck. “Have a great day at work. Want to go out for dinner tonight?”
She sighs and nods. “Sounds good. You can choose a place. Parker likes Italian, though.”
“Parker or you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Both of us,” she replies, grinning. Then, she surprises me. She goes on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear, “How could it be possible to want you again? After how many times we made love last night and this morning?”
She pulls away, smiles, says bye to Parker and then walks out the door, leaving me open-mouthed and hard.
I shake my head and will my hard-on away.
That woman is going to be the death of me.
*****
I spend the morning talking to my new agent, Leanne, about getting a few gigs lined up for when I return to work, then head back to my house and spend a few hours in my studio room. It’s been a few weeks since Giselle and I first slept together, and I’ve been at her house pretty much every night since. I want us to move in together, but I don’t know if she’s ready for it yet. I keep hoping she will bring it up—but no luck so far. I can be patient. When it comes to her, I know I can be patient. I open the top drawer in my study and pull out the small black, velvet jewellery box.
Soon.
I slide it back away and then stand, needing to get ready to pick Parker up from kindy. I told him I would take him surfing afterwards. I pick him up and then get some lunch on the way, dropping it off at the library for Giselle. After that we head to the beach, meeting Levi there. When I see Keira there with Justin I force a smile, but do my best to stay out of her way. Soon enough, though, she walks over in her tiny yellow bikini, sticking her chest out so obviously that I see Levi cringe. I’m pretty sure my expression mirrors his.
“How have you been, Tane?” she purrs, sliding next to me. I don’t miss her staring at my body.
“Good,” I reply, moving away from her and turning my attention to Parker.
Levi walks over and stares down at Keira. “Justin wants you to play with
him.”
Keira sighs, like it’s an imposition, but goes over and plays with her son.
“Sorry,” Levi says, grimacing. “I wanted to bring Justin but she found out you were coming and insisted she be here.”
“It’s alright,” I tell him. “She is your sister.”
Levi sighs heavily. “And you can’t choose your family.”
“No, but you can make your own.”
He bobs his head, reflecting quietly. “I’m happy for you and Giselle.”
I turn to him. “You are?”
“Of course I am. I’ve never seen her this happy before.”
“I’ve never been this happy before.” I smile. “Let’s go catch some waves, shall we?”
He laughs. “Maybe some small waves, since we have the two boys. I don’t think you want to leave Parker out here with Keira watching him.”
Nope, definitely not.
“Small waves it is.”
*****
Giselle
That night, Tane and I are in bed, my head on his chest. “Tane?”
“Yes?” he replies.
“Do you remember when you were sixteen and went on a date with Claire?” I ask.
He chuckles. “You still remember her name?”
I frown into the darkness. “Of course I do. She had her skinny arms all over you.”
“You were fourteen …”
“So? I remember you and Gage bringing her and her friend to the house when Mum and Dad weren’t home. I was so jealous—I was actually considering punching her in the face.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” he says, sounding amused. “I was just a stupid horny kid back then.”
“So you’re admitting something happened that night?” I ask, my voice raising.
He clears his throat. “Are you going to get mad over something I did when I was sixteen?”
Yes. No. Maybe.
“That means yes,” I mutter.
“Babe, you were young. And so was I,” he says softly. “I wasn’t thinking about how years from now, the woman I love would be busting my balls over it. All I was thinking about were boobs and ass.”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
“So she let you touch her boobs then huh?”
He makes a non-committal noise, which I take as “more than that.”
“See, I should have punched her,” I grate out.
“She kinda went down on me that night,” he admits, holding me close so I can’t move away. I elbow him in the stomach. “Ouch! I was just trying to be honest.”
“Do you want to hear about my sexual history?” I ask.
He makes a growling sound. “Fuck no. I like to imagine I’m the only one you’ve ever been with.”
I giggle at that. “See.”
“It doesn’t matter. The past is the past, and there is only one woman for me,” he tells me. “You’re stuck with me, Giselle, because I’m yours. And you sure as hell are mine.”
I think I can live with that.
“You’re here every night anyway. Why don’t you just move in?” I blurt out.
He stills. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I put my hand on his cheek. “Of course it is. Don’t you?”
“I’d love to move in,” he admits. “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, and I didn’t want to rush anything.”
I kiss his lips. “Then it’s settled. You’re moving in with us.”
“Okay,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
“Oh, and Tane?” I say, lifting my head up.
“Yes?”
“I love you.” More than anything.
“I love you too, Giselle,” he replies softly.
Chapter Twenty
Giselle
“When are you going to move all your stuff over?” I ask Tane. It’s been a week since we had the discussion, and I’m wondering if maybe he’s dragging his feet for a reason. Did he not want to move in? Maybe I’m pushing too hard?
“I’ll get everything on the weekend,” he says.
I look around my much smaller house. “Are you okay with living here? I know it’s nothing much compared to what you’re used to.”
“I’m happy here. If we need a bigger house we can buy one. Don’t stress about it,” he says, flashing me a boyish smile. “Ah, and there’s something else. I don’t think you’re going to like it and you’ll probably overreact …”
“What is it?” I ask, trying not to think the worst.
“Well, I kind of paid the mortgage off on this one.”
I gasp. “You didn’t?”
He grins. “Of course I did. I’m living here, aren’t I? Did you think I wasn’t going to contribute? I’m not a loser.”
“You didn’t?”
“I did,” he replies. “You don’t need to make a big deal out of it. You know I’m not hurting for money.”
“That’s beside the point, Tane!” I reply. I can’t believe he did this. It’s a nice, generous gesture, but a little over the top. Also, he should have spoken to me about it before he did it. Before he came back into our lives, I did everything myself and made all my own decisions for Parker and me. I’m not sure how I feel about this sudden loss of control.
“Giselle—”
“This is very generous but it’s too much,” I tell him, shaking my head. “How am I supposed to accept this?”
His eyes narrow on me. “This is why I wanted to surprise you. I knew you would be stubborn about it.”
“So you knew I would have an issue with it but you still did it anyway?” I ask, placing a hand on my hip.
“I hoped that in time you would realise that I was trying to do something nice for you,” he says after a long pause. “I’m not going to live here and not pay anything.”
I roll my eyes. “No need to be dramatic. Contributing is one thing; paying off an entire mortgage is another!”
“Are you arguing just for the sake of it?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Am I? I have no mortgage anymore. I don’t know whether to jump for joy or strangle him.
His eyes crinkle. “Is the fight over now? Can we make up?”
I laugh at his hopeful expression. “What did you have in mind?”
His eyes darken at my sultry tone. “You on the kitchen table? My face between your legs?”
My eyes widen at his dirty talk. “If you want me, Tane Miller, you’re going to have to catch me.”
I bolt through the hallway before I even finish the sentence. He catches me before I hit our bedroom, lifts me in the air and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. He slaps my ass, the sound echoing through the silence. Depositing me on our bed, he lifts up my skirt and pulls down my red panties without saying a word. Then, without further ado, his mouth is on me, licking and teasing until I come apart. His pants are off and then he’s sliding into me before his lips capture mine, his tongue synchronising with his pelvic thrusts. I lift my hips up, silently begging for more. He rolls over, still inside me, leaving me straddling him. I get to work instantly, lifting and lowering my hips, taking from him just what I need. I lean my hands back on his hard thighs and let my head fall back, closing my eyes and losing myself in the moment. His thumb finds my sweet spot, and I come instantly, my hips jerking violently.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I mutter over and over. When the orgasm subsides, I fall onto his chest and smile.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, flipping me onto my back, and then onto my stomach. He lifts my hips up and slides back into my wetness. I moan into the mattress. Too much, but yet not enough. I thrust back against him a few times until he comes, moaning my name. He gently pulls out and rolls onto his back, taking me with him.
We’re silent for a few moments, both getting our breath back.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, placing a kiss on his chest.
He gives me a slow-spreading smile in return. “You’re amazing.”
“I lo
ve you,” we say to each other at the same time.
Tane kisses me on the nose. “Thank you for giving me a chance to be this happy.”
“Thank you for earning it,” I reply. We stay in bed for about half an hour, just talking and playing around, then I slide out of bed and have a quick shower. Parker is with Gage for the night, so Tane and I have all night with each other.
I gasp when the shower-screen suddenly opens, and a very naked Tane walks in. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I whisper as he pushes me back against the shower wall.
Not at fucking all.
*****
Grabbing the belt loop of my jeans, Tane pulls me to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I have to get changed and then head to the gym for kickboxing,” I explain a few days later.
“Am I not giving you enough workouts in the bedroom?” he jokes, his grin showing off his straight white teeth.
“No, you’re not, maybe you need to work harder,” I tell him in a sweet tone.
“I’ll remember that tonight,” he replies in a low rumble.
I lick my lips. “And I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“Can I come with you?” he asks in between kisses.
I smile against his mouth. “Sure. We have two hours until Parker needs to be picked up.”
“Okay, let’s get changed,” he says, pulling away from me.
I miss him instantly.
We dress quickly, and I have to admit that Tane looks ridiculously good in his gym gear. The shorts are loose but the top is fitted, and my mouth goes dry looking at him. I strengthen my resolve and turn away, locking the house up before we both go outside and jump into Tane’s car.
The gym is packed out, like it usually is. I head for the treadmill while Tane hits the weights. I’m just working up a sweat when Greg pops up in front of me.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says in greeting. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Been busy,” I reply, forcing a small smile. I turn the treadmill setting to a low, walking speed. “How have you been?”
I only ask to be polite, which was a mistake, because he takes it as an invitation to talk about himself for as long as possible.
“What are you doing on Friday night? Do you want to go out for a drink?” he asks.
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