His head came up, my eyes fluttered open and saw his on me.

“Look, baby,” he urged.

I ground down on his hand and it stopped moving, his finger deep inside and his eyes went to the mirror.

“Jesus, Laurie, baby, look at you.”

My eyes followed his, mainly because I wanted him to keep at me and I’d do just about anything he told me to do to get it.

But what I saw made my heart skip and my legs fail.

Tate, dark, tall, behind me, his hands on me; me, blonde, my face flushed, my eyes hooded, tucked tight against him. A perfect fit, made to be there. A perfect match, made to be together.

Made to be there.

Made to be together.

We looked great.

We looked hot.

We looked beautiful.

My eyes went to his in the mirror.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, his eyes locked on mine, then he shoved his face in my neck, his arm fastened around my ribcage again but his finger slid out of me, then my panties were yanked down passed my h*ps and then I felt him working his jeans at my backside.

“Tilt your ass for me, Laurie,” he muttered into my neck and I did as asked, I felt the tip of his c**k and then he thrust inside.

My head flew back.

He started moving and I watched in the mirror as Tate f**ked me, one arm wrapped around my ribcage, his torso bent over mine, his other hand between my legs, finger at my clit, his eyes on mine in the mirror.

“Do you see it?” he demanded, his thrusts building in power, his finger circling faster.

“I see it,” I breathed, the urge building inside me, my h*ps rearing back to meet his thrusts.

He drove in, burying himself to the root and stayed planted.

“Why do I want you here, Laurie?” he growled.

“Don’t stop, baby,” I pleaded.

He ground his c**k deeper. “Why do I want you here?”

“Tate –”

“Why, baby?”

“We’re perfect,” I whispered. “We fit,” I kept whispering and pressed back into his hips. “Honey, I’m made to be here.”

He pulled out so fast I gasped and then I was over his shoulder again and he walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. With a bump of his shoulder he tossed me on the bed, straightened and yanked his t-shirt off. Then he reached down and tore my undies down my legs. Then he spread them wide and he was covering me, back inside, thrusting harder, faster, pounding. God, ecstasy.

His mouth took mine in a deep, wet kiss then I tore it away.

“Tate,” I moaned as it hit me, my nails scored a path up his back and my spine arched, pressing my torso into his.

It took me awhile to ride the wave and come down and, when I did, he wasn’t done.

“Wrap me up, Laurie,” he groaned between grunts and I folded my limbs tight around him. His mouth came to mine. “There it is,” he muttered then growled deep and plunged deeper as he came.

I felt it and listened and held him tight and when he was done his teeth tagged my lower lip, giving it a gentle tug before he let it go and his tongue slid along it.

I closed my eyes, my mind completely clear and just let myself feel the sweet path of his tongue.

It went away and stayed away and I noticed I didn’t even feel his breath against my lips so I opened my eyes again.

Tate’s head was tipped back and he was staring beyond me, a hint of surprised puzzlement in his face.

“What –?” he started, stopped, a slow, lazy smile spread on his face and his eyes moved to mine.

I was so busy watching his lips framed by his beard smiling it took awhile to feel his body’s gentle tremors and awhile longer to realize it was silent laughter.

My gaze flew from his mouth to his eyes.

“Tate?”

“Baby,” he whispered, “you bought a new comforter.” My breath caught, his head twisted and he looked at the head of the bed then at me, his body shuddering less gently now, it was full on quakes. “And sheets.”

Oh God, he noticed. He’d been on the bed for approximately two seconds after f**king me and he noticed I bought a new comforter and sheets.

Why was I such an idiot?

“Um…” I mumbled.

He burst out laughing, his h*ps pressing deep into mine making me gasp as his hands tagged the back of my knees, pulled them up and tucked my legs tight to his sides.

“You bought me sheets,” he repeated, his voice clogged with laughter.

“Um… actually,” I started timidly, “I bought them for me, seeing as I was sleeping in them.”

His head came up. “Yeah? And the comforter?”

Yes, such an idiot!

“I was sleeping under that too.”

“And you didn’t think about me sleepin’ under it?”

“No,” I lied.

“So, you go back to the hotel, you take them with you?”

“Um…” I hesitated. “No,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Right.”

“Yours were a little… well…”

His head moved so he could look back at the sheets at the head of the bed then over mine at the comforter then his eyes came back to mine.

“Yeah, Ace, I can see these are a whole lot better than mine.”

“Um…”

“High-class girl, nice fancy sheets.”

I felt my body get tense.

“They aren’t fancy.”

“Babe, in comparison, they are.”

They were, darn it all.

I made no reply. Tate’s face got closer.

“Ace, you wanna tell me why, half the time after I finish f**kin’ you, I’m still inside you and I’m laughing?”

“I’ve no idea,” I replied haughtily.

His face changed, his eyes warmed, his hand came up, fingers sliding into the hair at the side my head and his mouth came to mine.

Then he whispered, “I do.”

I fought back my more than pleasant response to all of that but I only won the fight in my head. My traitorous body melted under his.

“You weren’t supposed to notice them,” I informed him and he burst out laughing again, going so far as to throw his head back to do it, such was the hilarity of my comment.

He slid out of me, rolled off, gained his feet by the side of the bed then tugged me to standing in front of him.

I stood there while he shifted around me, pivoting me with him with hands at my h*ps and he sat down on the bed in front of me.