Chapter 6 #2
Embrace the moment and all that shit.
They danced until perspiration trickled down her back.
She loved turning Tank wild, loved touching him, feeling the ripped striations of rock-hard muscles.
She could stare into his espresso-colored eyes all night long, but it was the way he looked at her, the intensity of his touch—like he owned her—and the need in his kiss that turned her inside out.
Tonight, she was giving herself full permission to lean into him. No over-thinking, no second guessing, no regrets.
They finished their drinks, switched to water, and guzzled them down like they’d spent a day on the Sahara.
She loved that he was in constant contact—either holding her hands, or pulling her close.
He’d drop a soft, gentlemanly kiss on her cheek, or a light one on her lips.
While she appreciated that he wasn’t pawing at her or telling her how badly he wanted to fuck her, she needed him to unleash himself on her.
I’m ready… and I can handle it.
A slow song started, and they came together in a whoosh of energy. His muscular arms locking her in, his large hands trapping her, his ruggedly-handsome face so close to hers.
She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t stop staring at him, but when she caressed his chiseled cheek, a shock of desire flooded her system. She was on fire, burning for him, and she was done waiting.
“Ohgod,” she growled.
“I got you,” he rasped.
He broke away, clasped her hand, and led her across the packed dance floor toward the bar.
OMG, what is happening?
She didn’t want another drink… she wanted him.
He bypassed the bartender and walked over to a tall, handsome man with short dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Hey, Tank,” said the man.
“Hawk, this is Caroline’s sister, Sydney. Sydney, meet Nicholas Hawk.”
“How’s it going?” Sydney asked.
“First time here?” Hawk asked.
“No, I’ve been here a coupla times with Caroline,” Sydney said. “Nice club.”
“Nice costume,” Hawk said to her before he turned back to Teddy. “Whatcha need?”
“A room,” Tank said.
A hit of adrenaline powered through her, landing in the small area between her legs.
Yasssssss!!!!
She squeezed his hand. When his gaze found hers, he raised his eyebrows. Pushing onto her toes, she whispered into his ear, “Now, you’re doing something to help me.”
Her sarcastic tone making him laugh.
“I got you.” Hawk got busy on his phone. Seconds later, he said, “Suite 13.”
As an independent, strong-willed woman, she was used to making decisions. All the fucking decisions, all the damn time. She was used to working alone. Out of necessity, she handled everything, but Tank was getting it done without any direction from her.
“Lucky thirteen,” Sydney said. “Perfect.”
“How long?” Tank asked.
“We close at two.”
“I can lock up for you,” Tank replied.
He’s fantastic.
Hawk chuffed out a laugh, shifted his gaze to Sydney. “Enjoy.”
She smiled. “We plan to.”
“Since you’re not members, I gotta escort you to the member entrance,” Hawk explained. “Tank, I’ll text you the code to alarm when you leave.”
“Thank you, brother.”
Hawk led them to the door at the back of the room, stood in front of the scanner. The light turned yellow. After he punched in a code on his phone, the scanner light turned green.
Tank opened the door, regarded Sydney. “Yes?”
“Hell, yes.” She turned back to Hawk. “Thanks.”
She walked into the stairwell, Tank followed, and Hawk closed the door behind them. Alone in the stairwell. If she was going to back out, now would be that time. But she was all-in. One hundred percent ready, willing, and so fucking able.
Her insides were throbbing, pounding with an energy she hadn’t felt in forever. Desire rained down on her, and she couldn’t wait to release it on the tank of a man standing inches away.
“Sydney.” The need in his voice ripped through her.
She pushed onto her toes, turned her face to his. “I’m right here.”
He lifted her into his arms, started climbing the stairs. She studied his face while she trembled in his grip.
“Are you good?” he asked.
“Crazy good. You?”
“You’re shaking.”
“It’s been so long, I’m like a virgin.”
He chuffed out a laugh. “I’ll go easy.”
“No, please don’t.”
A growl ripped from his throat. “I’m gonna devour you.”
“Yasssssss,” she murmured. “I can’t wait.”
At the top of the stairs, she opened the door. They sailed through and he continued down the hallway. One solid step at a time. His confidence billowed off him, the intensity in his eyes seared her.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked as he set her down in front of suite 13. “You’re still shaking.”
“I need you, bad. You, Tank.”
He turned the handle, pushed open the door. She crossed the threshold, peered back at him, and waited while desire ran rampant through her.
He entered, shut the door, tipped her chin toward him. “I want you, Sydney. I meant it when I said I’d do anything. Anything to bring you pleasure.”
That’s all she needed to hear.
He dipped down, pressed his lips to hers. She dropped the whip, slipped her arms around him, and kissed him back. Sparks flew, desire shot through her like she’d been catapulted out of a cannon.
He swept his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers with an expected tenderness. He was in total control, his towering body a wall of solid steel she wanted to climb. But she didn’t want to rush this, so she relaxed into him, letting the kiss build and build and build.
Her insides throbbed, her breathing was jagged, her entire body trembled with desire. She’d never had it this bad for anyone.
His gritty groan tore through her, landing between her legs. And that’s when everything turned wild. Gasping for air, she broke away. She tugged his dress shirt out of his pants, then got busy removing his armed holster.
“Whoa,” he said.
“Trust me. I got this.”
After setting the holster—with his Glock still in it— on the small table next to the lamp, her gaze floated over the sex toys hanging on the wall, over to the bed with the silky black sheets, before returning her full attention back on him.
“I gotta tell you something,” she murmured.
He waited, his gaze locked on her.
“I need you naked,” she said. “I’ve been fantasizing about you since we met at Caroline’s surprise party. Time to show mama the whole enchilada.”
“I’m packing a lot more than an enchilada for you.”
She laughed. “I’m sure you are.”
“If I’m being honest, thinking about you kept me going for months.”
She loved that and leaned up to kiss him. “I hope I don’t disappoint.”
“Never.”
She shouldered off his tailored jacket, then stood close and flicked off each shirt button revealing his body armor.
“So, you are wearing a costume. I just had to work to find it.” She shot him a smarmy smile.
A flicker of a smile touched his eyes.
So handsome.
After removing his shirt and the Kevlar, she trailed her fingers down his heated torso. His glistening, sun-kissed skin had her moaning, but when she pressed her mouth to his chest and kissed him, she murmured, “Solid granite.”
With excitement flitting through her, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid her hand inside, only to be met with a massive cock. He was so firm, there was zero room for her in those pants, so she dropped the pants, knelt and untied his dress shoes.
Never one to kneel before any man, there was something so compelling about Tank Santini that demanded her utmost respect.
“Sir, what can I do for you?”
She’d uttered the words before she could check herself. And she didn’t want to take them back.
“Suck. My. Cock,” he bit out.
“Fuck, yes.” She helped him out of his Santini loafers, appreciating that he dressed well, then she peeked up, feeling the flush of heat burning through her, the constant need unrelenting.
She pulled his boxer briefs over his long, thick shaft, then waited for him to step out. He was built to fuck. Built to protect. He was a monster of a man.
His bobbing cock had her eyeing his massive shaft. “Hello, big daddio.”
A flash of a smile lit up his eyes before his gaze turned fiery. “I’m clean, I brought condoms, and I’m gonna taste salty from all that dancing.”
Feeling empowered by his directness, she ran eager fingers over his smooth shaft, pausing to appreciate the soft mushroom head of his super-sized penis.
“Mmm,” she murmured as she pushed the head into her mouth, swirled her tongue around him, and tasted him for the first time.
Her eyes fluttered closed, another flood of adrenaline pounded through her, while she savored his manhood. Taking him in farther, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, cradled his large orbs in her other.
Her system was on overload, and she hadn’t even taken him inside her.
I won’t last five minutes with him.
Slowly, she sucked him, drawing his delicious juices into her mouth. Then, she paused to pull him out. “I will swallow you down if you come.”
“Jesus, Sydney. Fuck me.”
“No,” she corrected him. “Fuck me.”
His gritty groan filled her ears with the sexiest sound. She gobbled him up, appreciating the need, the absolute desperation in his deep voice as she licked and sucked. But when she deep-throated him, strong fingers gripped her shoulders.
“I’m gonna unload,” he ground out.
She relaxed her jaw, did her best to take more of him into her mouth, and released an approving moan.
On the sexiest, garbled release of sounds, he pumped her with his juices. And she took them.
All. Of. Them.
When he finished, she slowed to a stop and pulled him out. She hated separating—coulda stayed there for a while longer—but she’d drained him dry.
For the moment.
She rose, started to leave for the bathroom to wipe her mouth—wet from his juices—when he wrapped his hand around her arm, swung her toward him, and ate her alive. His kiss ravaged her, made her knees give out, but he tightened his hold, refusing her escape.
Pressing close, she slid her fingers into his hair and hung on. Like earlier, he lifted her into his arms.
“Wrap me,” he commanded.