Promise Me Forever (The Maxwell Brothers, #1)

by Layla Hagen

soaked material felt cold against my heated flesh. This time, the pleasure ricocheting through me was downright shocking. I bent at the waist, gasping for air. A tremor shook me when I felt Tate hook his thumbs in the waistband of my panties. He took them off carefully. I had to lean on all fours, lifting one leg and then the other so he could get rid of them. "Don't you love summer?" I teased, pushing myself up on my knees again. "You can get me naked so fast." "I fucking love it," he said, kissing up the side of my body and reaching my breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth, and I gasped again. I’d never been as sensitive to his touch. The way he was looking up at me was downright sinful. He cupped my other breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple, and then he brought one hand between my legs, pressing the heel of his palm straight on my clit. I nearly tumbled down onto him. "Tate," I gasped. He moved his hand over my clit in the same rhythm he was circling my nipple with his tongue, and I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that I couldn't even breathe. I wasn’t sure where the tension ended and the pleasure began, but I couldn’t get enough of it. It vibrated in every cell, through my bones, and spread like wildfire. I didn't even know where it started from: his hand on my clit or his mouth on my breasts. But I came apart so hard that my legs shook and my jaw