She closed the door behind them, feeling odd having Tank in her personal space. He looked so big and out of place. A lot of her accessories were white and pink, so the tattoos and dark leather were a stark contrast. He walked around, checking out everything.
“You’ve been here before, you know.”
He turned and raised a brow.
Yes, she liked to push buttons. He should know that by now.
“Are we going to rehash all that?”
She sat down on the sofa. It wasn’t great, but it was comfortable and all she could afford. “Can you trust me? Can your club trust me?”
He sat down on the ottoman opposite her. “I don’t care what they think.”
“Really?”
“Not when it comes to you.” He set his big, warm hand onher knee. “I want to go back to how things were.”
“Me too,” she said.
Her answer made him sit up straighter, a wave of darkness crossing his vision. Or was it something else?
“Do you want a cup of tea or something?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The sudden sexual tension in her small living room was intense.
“Do I look like a want a cup of tea, Bell?”
She rubbed her legs together to soothe the growing ache in her pussy. Bell licked her too-dry lips as he stared at her like a man possessed. The entire room felt too hot and lacking enough oxygen to breathe with ease.
He smoothed his hand higher, moving from her knee up her inner thigh under her uniform. When the tips of his fingers reached the edge of her panties, she gasped for breath like a fish out of water. An intense need took over, her pussy tingling, her body hot for Tank. He lunged forward, taking her down to her back on the sofa. She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him to possess her in every way.
They kissed, hard and hungry. The need, the days away from each other, the bottled-up passion—it all erupted at once. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against her neck. He trailed his tongue along the shell of her ear, making shivers skitter along her skin.
She parted her legs slightly, his weight coming down between her thighs. Bell could feel the hard ridge of his cock, and she found herself arching up, craving friction against her aching core. She moaned as he thrust his hips slightly. “Tank…”
They kissed, their hands exploring, their bodies entwined. His muscles were hard and tempting. She’d never get enough of this man. The scent of leather and delicious masculine cologne added to the eroticism. She reached for his cut, pushingit off his shoulders.
He leaned up on one knee, removing his cut and pulling off his t-shirt. His body was to die for. Big and strong, his abs cut, a light trail of hair disappearing behind his belt. He began unbuckling, and an adrenaline rush took her by surprise. This was happening. She was a twenty-three-year-old virgin and Tank was not a small man.
But he was her boyfriend. Safe. She felt alive when around him. There was no other man she wanted but Tank.
He left his jeans on. She watched his muscles flex, those impossibly broad shoulders coming closer to her when he reached for the zipper on her uniform. As he pulled down the zipper, her body tensed. No man had ever seen her naked. Surely he could tell she wasn’t built like a runway model underneath. Or would he be disappointed with what he saw?
Her worries were instantly put to ease once he peeled her dress apart at the zipper.
“Holy fucking shit,” he said.
She was in her bra and panties, every curve and roll on full display. He leaned in close, cupping one of her tits so he could rub his face between her cleavage—and she had a lot of it. She owned one bra that she had to order online at some specialty store for women with unusually large breasts. Wash day meant she had to go braless for a few hours.
“Touch me,” she said.
He covered her with his body, kissing her neck as he slid his hand between them. Tank rubbed a hand over the front of her panties, cupping her most intimate parts, driving her crazy with need.
“More.”
Tank growled, a dark masculine sound that made her clit throb. She wanted him inside her, fucking her, making her his forever. She knew he wasn’t some kind of gentleman, and shedidn’t want one either.
He got off the couch and pulled her panties clean off her legs, tossing the uniform and then unzipping his jeans.