He bent over her. The sound of the bedside drawer opening barely pierced her consciousness or intruded on the sensations ripping up her back. His finger wasn’t still. It didn’t thrust or raid, it rubbed, the calloused pad rasping over tissue so delicate that she shuddered with the pleasure.
Nothing mattered—spies, blood, death—fuck it. Nothing mattered now except this. Here. Now. Just this.
CHAPTER 8
The way beneath his little Schemer’s defenses was her pleasure. He sensed it, knew it. The years he had spent watching her, he had felt it to the soles of his feet. She needed mindless pleasure, the kind that gets in your gut and turns you inside out because it’s too damned good to be borne. The kind that makes you weak in the knees, makes your mind shut down and your nerve endings sing. And he was going to give it to her.
She had known pleasure. She had known release. But she hadn’t known the gut-wrenching, soul-searing fulfillment that came from having her needs sated, fulfilled. He intended to sate every hunger she had ever known. He intended to show her hungers she had never known she could possess.
It wasn’t about the act, or acts, she had participated in. She had pushed her own boundaries, had explored her sensuality, only to find that the tease was more exciting, the promise much more tempting than the actual act.
Until now.
Now he would show her exactly what she had been missing. A man who understood her hungers, her needs and her pleasures. A man willing to lose himself in them with her.
It wasn’t about control. It wasn’t about submission. It was about feeling, from the inside out, feeling the radiance of complete satisfaction.
Sliding the tube of lubricating jelly from the bedside drawer, he straightened on his knees once more and slid his finger from the ultra tight clasp her rear had on it.
“No. Don’t stop. ” Her hips lifted to him.
Damn that was a tempting ass. So softly rounded. So damned pretty when it blushed.
His hand descended, laying a sharp little caress to her rear as she shuddered in response. She liked that. Liked the biting pleasure/pain, the sharper sensations as her arousal grew.
She lifted to him again. Her shoulders coming off the bed, struggling to support her weight as she fought to regain a measure of control.
“Stay there. ” He pressed her back to the mattress. She didn’t need control right now. She needed release. She needed him.
His hand smoothed over her ass again.
God, she had the prettiest butt. Rounded and creamy, though blushing now from the erotic little spanking he had given her.
He flipped the top open on the lubricating jelly and spread a line along his fingers, grimacing at the hunger eating at him. God, he needed to fuck her. He had to fuck her or he was going to die from the hunger.
Laying the tube aside, he used one hand to part the rounded cheeks of her rear before preparing the tiny entrance for a deeper caress. He smeared the gel over the opening, pressed the tip of one finger against it, smiled tightly, then added the second finger.
And she took him. She opened up like a dream, taking the penetration, begging for it.
Her back bowed. Her cry echoed around him. The scent of her pussy had his mouth watering and his dick jerking in demand.
A hard, gravelly growl left his throat as his fingers slid inside her, feeling the tender muscles tighten around them as her hips jerked back, driving him deeper.
He twisted his wrist, rotating his fingers in the little hole. The scent of her arousal was invading his brain now. He could smell nothing else. Taste nothing else.
Gripping his cock, Tanner moved closer.
“Tell me to fuck you,” he snarled. “Ask for it. ”
“Damn you!”
“Ask for it. ”
He couldn’t take her without it. He wouldn’t take her without it.
“Tanner, please. ”
He pushed his fingers deeper, scissored them, felt her shudder.