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  “Hush, my love, it’s just me. It’s your Tate,” he whispered back and her body lost all its rigidity ad she stopped thrashing.

  “Oh Tate, thank God.” Her hand reached up and touched his face to make absolutely sure. “Thank God.”

  “Are ye all right?”

  “Just hold me.”

  “Try and stop me.” She heard the humor in his voice and he kissed the top of her head and she turned her face up to meet his lips. She was too tired and shaky when they fell into bed to close the curtains, and in the light from the neighbor’s yard she could see him fairly well. He pulled his lips away. “By Christ, I’m not strong enough to resist you. You’d best stop now if you don’t want this,” he said roughly and noticed that his hands were shaking when he brought one to her face.

  “I want this, Tate, I want you,” she said softly, and in one smooth motion he was on top of her with his mouth on her throat and his leg over hers.

  “And I want you, Fiona,” he said into her throat.

  Chapter Six

  She tasted like nothing he’d ever had before, it was sweet and addictive. He ran his tongue down her neck and felt the vibration of the low sound she was making. Her hands pulled his t-shirt up in the back and he helped her take it off him and then finding agreement in her face he pulled her sweater over her head. He stopped and stared at her, finding it hard to breathe suddenly. She was small, and fit from her bike riding, and her skin was luminescent in the dappled light. He hadn’t realized it until that moment, but she was everything he loved most in a woman, she was perfect.

  “I want to turn all the lights on, you are exquisite,” he reached for the waist band of her stretchy pants and worked them off of her. She lifted her hips to make it simple and reached for his belt buckle which was undone and on the floor with his pants in milliseconds. He grinned at her. “I hardly know where to start, love.” He rubbed his hands together with glee. “I want to do everything at once.” She chuckled and then got serious.

  “Just don’t hold me down, or hurt me, anything else is fair game,” she said.

  “Why on earth would I do either? I want your beautiful hands to touch my whole body, to rake your nails down me spine, and squeeze me arse. You can’t do that if you’re held down, aye?” He was smiling, she saw his teeth shining in the dim light. “As for hurting you, Christ, I just want to take care of you, lass. To make you insensible with pleasure.”

  “I feel like I’m in bed with the Lucky Charms leprechaun, your accent just got very pronounced,” she said and giggled a little.

  “Are ye after me Lucky Charms? Cause they’re all yours, lass, every last one of them,” he kissed her then and the heat of it engulfed them. His hands were blazing a trail down her body and he moved his attentions to her breasts. “So perfect.” She thought he said but she couldn’t quite tell. His tongue licked her nipple and then his teeth grazed it and his hand was gently squeezing her other one, making it pebble under his fingers. His other hand had caressed her midriff like feathers and landed lightly on her clitoris. He applied a little more finesse there and she felt her first orgasm rip through her unexpectedly.

  “That was astonishing, Fi,” he said delighted with her, and he moved his head down her body, swirled his tongue into her navel and travelled even farther down.

  “Yes, that was astonishing.” She was panting like she was running a marathon, and Tate hadn’t even gotten started. His hot mouth moved down her body leaving searing kisses everywhere.

  “Tate, I…” she whispered as he proceeded to his destination, not really knowing what she was going to say. She knew oral sex was a thing, but this would be her first time on the receiving end of it. She should relax and let it happen, find the Zen.

  “I believe you said fair game, love,” he grinned at her and focused on his job. On his elbows in between her legs he bent her knees and placed a single finger at the apex of her thighs on the hard sensitive pearl there and heard her gasp. She was wet from before, and his fingers slid easily into her folds as he put his warm mouth right on her clitoris.

  “Oh my God!” She gasped loudly and bucked up off the bed gasping. She had never made a sound during sex before, but she had never had sex with Tate before. Tate made her lose all control. She looked at him and he smiled. “Tate, that’s so unbelievable.” This was the most responsive woman he’d ever known.

  “That’s two, my lass, but who’s counting?” His voice was getting ragged, and he moved his fingers slowly in and out of her while nibbling her bud lovingly. He could feel her tensing again and knew she was close, her breathing had become ragged, so had his, he realized, and he plunged his fingers deep and sucked hard and she went rigid and whimpered.

  He kissed her skin all the way back up to her face and looked at her. She was looking well shagged, and he hadn’t even started yet. “I love how you respond to my touch, Fi. It’s like you were fashioned just for me. Can you stand a few more orgasms?” Her eyes went round and she smiled.

  “I will certainly try my damnedest, but you’re already the best lover I’ve ever had and we haven’t even done the deed.”

  “I’m getting to that, but you’re just so delicious, my sweet Fiona.” He sucked her nipple and then leaned over to grab his trousers for a condom. He pulled it out of his pocket and Fiona took it out of his hand.

  “I think it might be my turn,” she said and got on her knees next to him. “Lie back, Lucky Charms,” she said and he cocked an eyebrow and did. He watched her as she bent her head to him, her black hair cascading down to obscure her face, and kissed the tip of his penis and then took him in her mouth.

  “Argh,” he couldn’t make an intelligent sound. Those lips. The first time he saw those lips this is what he wanted them to do, he couldn’t help it; he was just a man. She enfolded his length and pulled up and down slowly at first, sucking the willpower from him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his penis as her hand lightly raked his bollox. This felt tremendous, but he wanted to be inside her like nothing else, and he leaned forward to take her arms and lift her head from him. She made a sound he interpreted as not wanting to stop.

  “Climb on top of me before it’s all over, Fi. I want to give you one more orgasm, if I may,” he grinned. “And I have to be inside of you like I have to breathe.” She couldn’t argue with that, the man had needs after all. She rolled the condom on to him and marveled at his length. She looked up and met his eye and grinned at him.

  “Since you put it that way, you certainly may,” she said and lowered herself on to him. They both gasped when she had taken him fully into her. Nothing compared to how they each felt at that moment. They locked eyes and Tate put his hands to her hips as she leaned forward and back, rocking herself lower with every pass.

  “Sweet Jaysus,” Tate managed to say and slowly pulled her hips forward and away again several times. “I may not. This is bliss, you tiny lemming, please tell me you’re close.” He had never been so aroused, she was so stunning, sitting astride him, her body looking perfect in the dappled light, her breasts tantalizing him moving in and out of the light seductively and the memory of her warm mouth around his cock so fresh in his mind making him want to explode. When she squeezed him inside of her his heart nearly stopped. He was having the most significant and powerful sex he’d ever had, and he could barely breathe.

  She couldn’t speak at all, the explosive orgasm rocked her to the core. She had known it was going to be massive, she simply had no idea just how encompassing it was going to be. Just as she peaked he began thrusting up into her with purpose, pinning her to him with force and he swelled within her and she came yet again, their bodies slamming against each other, every muscle flexed and tensed. Tate sat up and held her, nuzzling her neck and running his fingers through her hair wanting to consume her, to never leave her bed her arms, her lips. “Fiona.” He pulled her back on to the bed and cuddled her.

  “That was unprecedented,” he said into her hair. “My sweet Fiona.” He dealt with the con
dom and turned to face her. They said nothing, they just enjoyed the feel of the other, skin on skin; it was powerful. Neither of them was ready to admit what had happened, even to themselves.

  ***

  “Tell us what you’re thinking, lass,” Tate said quietly as he held her in his arms.

  “I was thinking that I am happy for this moment of time we have together. Thank you, Tate,” she said. “What were you thinking?”

  “I was thinking many things. I was thinking that you smell really good, your body feels perfect next to mine, the neighbor’s spot light is irritating, but without it we’d be fumbling in the dark and I like to see you,” he chuckled. “And I was thinking, this is related to the fumbling, how much I’d like to make love with you again and again. That is, of course, if you’ll have me.”

  “Tate,” she touched his face. “You’ve already proved yourself to be the best lover ever.”

  “Have I?” He laughed. “Good for me then. So, now that I have nothing left to prove, why don’t we just be? Enjoy this moment, as you say, be compassionate with each other and throw moderation and humility out the window for now.”

  “Tate, are you a Taoist?” She asked when he mentioned the three tenets of that philosophy.

  “I am a very bad Taoist, my love. I stray from the path far more than I walk it. I have a particular problem with inaction.” With that he gave her a truly wicked grin and closed his mouth over her nipple.

  “Me, too.” She ran her fingers down his torso and he shuddered.

  “Thank the gods,” he said and bent to her again.

  ***

  Tate woke sometime later with a smile on his face. Fiona. She was his first thought. He turned to reach for her just as he registered the piano music that must have awakened him. It must be her. Beethoven. He stepped out of bed and pulled his trousers on and padded silently downstairs. The house was dark, the curtains were drawn downstairs. How could she even see the keys, he wondered? Stevie Wonder couldn’t see his keys, either, he supposed. His eyes grew accustomed to the light, and he sat and watched her sway gently, gracefully to the music in the darkness. “Ode to Joy,” he realized. She must be happy.

  The last chord of the Beethoven segued into the next piece without pause, and he smiled. This one was an old favorite of his. “Glad,” by Traffic. He played that record thin in high school. He moved to sit next to her on the bench and she didn’t skip a beat, only turned to him with a huge smile on those delectable lips. He felt his desire for her snake through him. She’s a musician. She loves the things that I love, he thought. She’s a giving lover, and she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. For the first time he didn’t want to move on, he wanted more of her.

  With one finger he pulled her thick hair back, away from her neck and put his lips there. Her breathing hitched, but she played on, almost finished with the song. He saw her determination to finish and he stopped teasing, instead he simply watched. He wondered if she would move on to the next song, “Shiny, Happy People,” perhaps, “Happy,” or “Joy to the World”? It made him puff out like a peacock to think it might be he who made her happy. She stopped at the end of the song and smiled up at him.

  “Come back to bed, my beauty,” he said and leaned into her. She tilted her head to meet his and they kissed.

  “Someone named Christie has been calling you all night long, a girlfriend, perhaps?” Liam said from behind them. Fiona squeaked and Tate pulled his lips away from hers reluctantly.

  “Liam,” Fiona breathed. “Christie’s his sister.” She looked at him. “You need to stop sneaking around, you nearly gave me heart failure.”

  “I wasn’t sneaking, you were pounding on the keys,” he said handing Tate his phone. “Are you feeling better?” Fiona bit her lip and nodded, glancing at Tate and then away. Tate saw the smile playing on her lips that she was trying to subdue.

  “I’m fine, I just couldn’t sleep.” Tate stood up and took her hand. He knew what she needed, and as it happened, it was what he needed, too. Tate smiled as he passed Liam.

  “Goodnight,” Liam said watching them go back upstairs with an excited spring in their steps. “Bastard.”

  ***

  The sun was high in the sky when Fiona woke again. Everything was stiff, and quite a few things were sore. She looked at Tate who was still asleep with his arms around her, an adorable smile on his well-defined lips. She felt like a new woman. She heard the buzzing that had awakened her, she turned to grab her phone. “Hello,” she said in a very sleepy voice. There was a pause.

  “Is Tate there?” A woman’s voice asked. Fiona looked at the phone. It wasn’t her phone. Oh God, a woman was calling him.

  “Sorry, I answered his phone by mistake, hang on a second,” Fiona said.

  “Fiona, is that you?” The woman asked, more gently, she thought.

  “Yes, is this Christie?” She saw Tate open one eye and focused it on her.

  “Yes, are you both okay? Tate didn’t answer his phone all night, and after the day you had yesterday, I was getting very nervous,” Christie began her rant. “One call would have satisfied, even a text…” Tate sighed and picked his head up and took the phone away from Fiona.

  “Sorry, love,” he said to Fiona. “You don’t need to subject my woman to yer wee rants, Christie,” he said into the phone. Fiona could still hear her going strong.

  “Your woman? Wee rants? You have the nerve, Tate-o,” she heard. Her eyes found Tate’s and she mouthed “Tate-o?” And giggled silently. He grinned and sat back in bed and pulled her into his embrace, kissing the top of her head.

  “Christie, for the love of…put Ryan on…Christie…oh for fuck’s sake…give it a rest, love…” He held the phone away and looked at Fiona. “I’m buying a different color Otter Box from yours so this never happens again, you wee trouble maker.” He grinned at her. “Aye, I’m still here, Christie, but I’m fine, thank you very much for asking. Goodbye, love,” he hung up as fast as he could and turned his phone off.

  “Sorry, but on the up side, it means she loves you.”

  “Mmm.”

  “So, Tate-o?” She giggled and he cocked an eyebrow at her. “As in po-tat-o?”

  “Ah, very funny, it’s Irish jokes already.” He kissed her and ran his hand through his hair.

  “Bugger, what’s the time?” He sat up, his lean body beautiful with the sun shining on it.

  “10:38,” she said. He turned his phone back on.

  “Christ, you’re lovely in the morning,” he said.

  “I was just thinking the same thing about you,” she grinned.

  “And you look properly shagged,” they laughed.

  “Because I have been, several times!” They laughed some more.

  “Just give us a minute, love,” he said and she moved to get out of bed and give him some privacy. He closed his hand around her wrist. “Where are you going?”

  “Bathroom, I thought you’d want a minute, you know,” she motioned toward the phone.

  “I’m merely calling Connor, we’ve got a practice, and I need to know when it is so I can plan the rest of my day in your bed.” She smiled. That sounded like a really good plan.

  “Perfect, but I’m still going to the bathroom,” she said and walked naked toward it.

  “Stop right there!” Tate said climbing out of bed and going toward her.

  “What?” She asked surprised. He put a finger to the center of her upper back, in between her shoulder blades and pushed the hair away.

  “This missed my attentions last night, as I suspect this missed yours,” he turned and showed her the tattoo of the yin and yang on his shoulder blade. “I can tell you’re a much better Taoist than I am. And by Christ, I had no idea I was so sexy.” She laughed and kissed his shoulder blade.

  “I find that hard to believe,” she said. He cocked his head at her and continued.

  “Because judging from this,” he put his arms around her and touched her circle of ink. “I am so sexy.”
r />   “Wow, we have the same tattoo.” He grinned wickedly at her. “Wow.” She said again, feeling his erection poke into her. “You have a large friendly penis.” She wrapped her fingers around it.

  “Connor can bloody wait,” he said hoarsely as he scooped her up and brought her back to the bed.

  ***

  Armed with coffee and her glasses, Fiona set her computer out on the dining room table. She was finding it very difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. The music, Tate’s music, was playing on the stereo and she heard his thumping bass, and his true voice singing harmonies, and felt the soreness in the muscles she’d used as he put her through the paces for the past twelve hours, and each sensation was delicious. The idea of a nice long bike ride was niggling at her, but she didn’t know how safe it would be, or how comfortable, now that she thought about it. Maybe a bath.

  Tate would be gone for two or three hours, Sam would catch up on his sleep, and she could finish grading papers. Liam was ready to wring her neck, she was fairly sure, the last straw was when he walked in on her and Tate when they were grappling with each other in the shower because a man named Rensselaer came to the door as Edgar’s replacement and Liam wanted to confirm that with Tate. Liam should have expected something, she was in the shower for heaven’s sake.

  Fiona’s back was to Tate’s front and he was lifting her off her feet with each glorious thrust. When Liam cracked open the door without looking, thank God, they both made loud guttural sounds as they found their crushing release.

  “Fiona,” Liam barked.

  “Fuck! Is nothing sacred?” Tate said breathing heavily in her ear and holding her tight. “Your brother is fucking with my afterglow.”

  “Liam, can it wait?” She asked breathlessly. She felt weak at the knees, but Tate was supporting her easily.

  “No, believe me, if it could wait I would not have listened to that,” Liam said from the other side of the door. “Now I need a lobotomy. I’m praying for amnesia.”