“What was right, Scheme, was trusting me,” he retorted. “But trust wasn’t something you could give me, was it? Just this. This is all you were willing to give. ”
On the heels of those words, one hand tangled in her hair to pull her head back, and a second later, the taste of spicy passion and dark lust filled her senses.
His kiss.
Her senses ignited instantly.
Tanner’s lips were on hers as he backed her against the wall, soft, stroking, his tongue caressing over the parted seam of her lips as she fought the whimper of need building in her throat.
This had defeated her. This need, whatever it was, shook her to the core and left her desperate for more. She should protest, but she couldn’t risk losing it, not yet, not until the hunger had been fulfilled, until the need eased.
Her arms stole around his neck, crossing, holding him close as his tongue parted her lips and slid against her own. She had to hold him to her.
Spicy heat exploded in her mouth; sweet temptation swept through her senses.
She needed him.
“You are mine,” he snarled against her lips as she whimpered into the kiss, desperate to get closer. “Damn you for not trusting me. Damn you!”
She could feel his anger, but she could also feel his need. The same need that tormented her, burned her, that kept her in his arms despite her need to explain.
He lifted her against him as he moved to the couch, holding her steady as he shrugged his shirt from his shoulders, then struggled with his jeans. All the while he made love to her with his lips and tongue, his groan vibrating into her mouth as she felt him, suddenly naked, his cock hard and hot against her stomach as his hands removed the sheet.
She had waited on this, she realized. All her life, growing more cynical by the day, harder, more disillusioned, certain it didn’t exist. Only to find it where she had expected to only find death.
“Don’t let me go,” she moaned against his kiss, feeling him sit on the couch, pulling her over him, her legs straddling his lap, the feel of his cock pressing against the tender folds of her sex.
“I’ll never let you go,” he promised, his teeth catching her lower lip as he stared into her eyes. “Now take me. Suck my tongue like your tight pussy sucks at my cock. Now. ”
His tongue slid into her mouth as his cock slid deep inside her vagina. Her cry was lost in the wild, wicked taste of him. His tongue fucked into her mouth with the same hunger that he worked his cock inside her. Slow, deep, filling her, feeding the hunger ravaging her as she began to move above him.
Her arms tightened around his neck as his hand gripped her rear, parting the smooth cheeks, his fingers massaging the sensitive inner flesh. The calloused tips slid in the juices easing from where his erection filled her. He used it to ease the path of his fingers, working them slowly around the tight entrance to her rear.
With any other man, she would have been shrieking. She hadn’t allowed a man’s touch there since Chaz had brought another man to their bed. It was an act she had sworn she would never allow again. Now she craved it.
This was Tanner, just Tanner. His touch spread fire; his kiss was wicked sex; the movement of his hips between her thighs disintegrated control and thought.
He brought her nothing but pleasure. No man had ever brought her nothing but pleasure. None had ever stood between her and danger or had so much as thought to protect her.
Her breath hitched in her throat on a ragged cry as she sucked at his shuttling tongue, drawing more of the wild taste into her mouth.
Cabal had forced her to admit her love for Tanner, but Tanner had forced her to feel it. Despite all logic. Despite fear and suspicion.
Had she loved him even before she met him?
His lips slanted deeper over hers as his movements became harder, his thrusts driving his cock to the hilt, sending rapid, burning flares of pleasure to attack nerve endings never touched before.
“Don’t stop. ” Her weak cry came as his lips lifted from hers, reminding her to breathe, to survive. She had to survive for this.
Her head tipped back on her shoulders as she felt his finger enter her ass. She shuddered, trembled. Sensations attacked her with near violent intensity as a long, low wail left her lips.
He was fucking her harder now, deeper, as though that small surrender had spurred his own lusts. She could hear his growls—he growled a lot—and feel the sweat gathering on the hard shoulders beneath her hands, and she gave herself to the orgasm suddenly exploding through her.
Tanner’s hoarse shout was barely recognizable, but the feel of that thickening beneath the head of his cock, the thick extension reaching out, locking inside her, spilling a heated warmth as his seed spurted inside her—that she understood.
She understood the sudden, secondary orgasm tearing through her, riding hard on the back of the first. She knew the blinding heat, the shaking, writhing motions of her own body, the need to milk every drop of semen from his cock, to cool the need raging inside her womb.
She even understood the tears this time as Tanner pulled her against his chest. She understood the emotions he had ripped free of her, the frightening realization that for the first time in years, she felt. Love. Hate. Hunger and need. They weren’t buried any longer. They were free, and they had the potential to destroy her.