“Has anyone ever mentioned that you’re not exactly stable?” she finally asked.
“Yeah, every time they caught me and Cabal double-teaming one of our lovelies,” he snarled. “Now fucking go to sleep before you find out exactly what one-half of the last two surviving Bengal Breeds can do. ”
Her breath caught. Her eyes widened, and she turned slowly as he picked up a remote, pressed it, and the sound of a television droned behind her.
“Double-teamed?”
“Double-fucked,” he clarified.
She blinked. He smiled. And it wasn’t a comforting sight.
“Night, night, pretty girl. ”
She couldn’t sleep. The television had flipped off more than an hour before, the lights were dim, but sleep had never been further away.
She ached. Every time she closed her eyes, she swore she felt Tanner’s fingers sliding between her thighs, the heavy weight of them inside her, stroking her, burning through her common sense. And her eyes would jerk open to stare miserably into the cavern once again.
Despite the width of the bed—it was a king-sized bed, after all—she could still feel Tanner’s heat. It blazed against her back, wrapped around her and made the quilt he’d tossed over her stifling.
She was dying. She needed to be fucked worse than she had ever needed to be fucked in her life.
God, she was so pathetic. She had already had one close call with one of her father’s assassins and now she was looking to form an emotional bond with another? And she knew it would end up being emotional. She wasn’t stupid. Tanner touched not just her body but something inside her. Some part of her that she hadn’t known existed.
And she wanted it touched again. How stupid was that? Chaz had been her father’s killer; could Tanner be his spy?
“You know…” She flinched at the silky rumble of his voice. “There’s always the vibrator. ”
Scheme flipped around, clutching the quilt to her breasts as she stared back at him.
“And do what?”
His hand lifted, the long fingers wrapped around the thick length of the blue vibrating toy.
“I loved watching you use this,” he murmured with a wicked smile. “Want to try it now?”
Her lips parted.
“I could help you. ”
The suggestiveness in his voice had heat pulsing through her.
“How?” Oh Lord, was that really her voice? That breathless phone-sex murmur that had his eyes nearly glowing with lust.
He grinned, a shiverlicious kind of grin that made a woman want to just eat his lips up. Not to mention other parts of his body.
The quilt moved slowly away from her, revealing her an inch at a time as she watched the blue dildo come closer.
“Do you know what really turned me on?” he asked her.
“What?” It wasn’t a question, it was a whimper of hunger and she knew it.
“Watching your tongue curl over it after you came, tasting yourself. ”
She was shaking. Her hands, her lips—her entire body was shaking. God, she had never been so excited in her life as she was watching him press that dildo closer until it touched her mouth.
Her tongue peeked out, licking over the fake head as his gaze locked with hers.
“I can smell how hot you are. ” He moved closer, his other hand flattening on her stomach before sliding slowly upward and tucking between her breasts.