Breathe Again by Rachel Brookes Read Free Book Online

with excited anticipation.
    “Just you and me, Sav. Just us,” Tate whispered. With one swift movement, he eased me down, my back flush against the desk. The sensation of the cold timber against my heated body was incredible.
    Without a sign of hesitation, Tate slid deep inside me, filling me with what I had desperately missed. He stilled above me. Two months without him had led to instantaneous pleasure soaring through every inch of my body. My body clenched around him and the smirk sweeping over his face made my confidence soar. Pulling out and pushing in slowly, he gently rocked his body above mine, holding himself up with his hands. Confusion swept through me. This wasn’t my Tate.
    “Are you going to fuck me?” I moaned in desperation, raising one of my eyebrows in his direction. His eyes flashed to my stomach and I realized at that moment that he was scared of hurting me and Jellybean. I couldn’t help but giggle. “Tate, if you aren’t going to fuck me hard, then what the hell are we doing here?” I shifted down the desk and wrapped my legs aggressively around his hips, pushing his body closer to mine. “You won’t hurt me.”
    I watched as his jaw tense and then the beast was unleashed. His hands encased around my waist and he pounded into me like it was the first time we had ever had sex. Every inch of my body shuddered and felt his desire with every thrust of his body. He was so deep. I bit my lip to stop the scream of pleasure soaring through the air. The sound of the desk shifting on the floor under the intensity of Tate’s pounding increased the roar of my impending orgasm. Fuck, I had missed him.
    “Come for me, Sav.” His voice, his demands, his words unleashed a flood of desire inside me and I exploded into a rush of stars and heavy breathing as I came around him. Tate’s body became rigid and stilled inside me like a statute as he came deep within me. Our breathing crashed together as our foreheads rested against each other’s in a blatant attempt to be as close as possible. As I breathed out, he breathed me in. Within seconds, I felt him relax against me and finally we were as one again.
    Tate pulled out slowly, his concerned eyes never leaving mine. Did he think I was going to freak out? My body finally felt relief after being wound so tight for the past two months and only Tate could relieve that.
    “Thank you,” I whispered.
    Tate grabbed a tissue from his desk and softly and gently started to clean me up. My eyes slammed shut as the simplest of touch sent shudders through my body. His hands ran down my legs, sweeping his fingertips along my inner thigh. It was so innocent, but every hair on my body stood to attention. I was hopeless. Tate slid my panties up over my legs followed by my jeans. There was no way I wouldn’t have the I just got royally fucked look plastered all over my face.
    “You’re blushing.” Tate laughed softly. His hands gripped mine and pulled me to my feet. My protruding stomach grazed his, and I sighed in contentment and satisfaction.
    “I know you wouldn’t cheat on me, Tate. I was just scared. I felt ambushed. I felt like it was happening to me again and I can’t handle that. I should have trusted you. I do trust you. And it’s foreign for me to trust someone as much as I trust you. I should have told Chelsea to fuck off. I’m so sorry.”
    His strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me taut against his body. His scent flooded my nose, a mix of cologne, beer, and sex. He was perfection. My bump poked his abs, and I finally felt like I was home. The unease, the loneliness, and the confusion of the last two months were washed away the moment I was in his arms and, well, to be honest, the moment he took me on his desk.
    His perfect lips splashed soft kisses on my still-sticky-with-sweat neck as he buried his face in my hair, his breathing calm yet deep. “I love you, Savannah Rae. Always.” Tate words vibrated against my skin as his grip on my waist