Chapter 6 #3
She clung like a monkey while she stared into his just-sexed eyes.
“You make me crazy,” he rasped. “Fucking crazy. I need you naked. I need to go down on you. I want you to fly.”
“Uh-huh,” she bleated. “All those things.”
He set her down, but didn’t let go. “Got your legs back?”
She sucked down a breath, widened her stance, and fisted her hands on her hips. “I’m good.”
He shot her the cockiest smile she’d ever seen. “No, you don’t, but I got you.”
She chuffed out a laugh. “I didn’t expect this from you.”
“Oh, yeah?” With his gaze cemented on her, he reached around, found the zipper, and slowly ran it down her costume, exposing her back.
“I gotta ask you one question,” she said.
He removed her mask, paused to peer into her eyes. Then, he glanced at her mouth, he eyed her hair. He was checking her out, which gave her plenty of time to return the favor.
“You’re really beautiful,” he said.
She melted from the words, but it was the intensity in his gaze that made her tremble with anticipation.
Then, he dropped down, got busy removing her boots and unstrapping her ankle holster. After setting her small holster on the table beside his, he said, “Gotta love a SIG Sauer woman.”
That made her smile.
“What’s your gun of choice?” she asked.
“The one in my hand,” he replied as he stroked her arms, leaned close and kissed her.
He just keeps getting better and better.
Hunger blazed in his eyes as he peeled the skintight costume off her.
Now, she stood before him in nothing but a strapless bra and thong. With his hungry gaze eating her alive, he paused to eye-fuck her sooooo good. And she heated from his ravenous stare.
“Ask me anything, Sydney.”
She melted from the sexy way he said her name, then blanked on what he was talking about.
He clasped her hand, led her to the mattress. Then, he sat on the edge, pulled her between his legs. “You said, ‘I gotta ask you one question.’”
“Right. Are you into boobs?”
A knot formed between his eyes. “I’m more of a face guy. Why?”
“Caroline got the boobs. I’m all ass.”
He cupped her bare ass with his large hands and released another growl.
“You’re too much.” Then, his eyes softened.
“I’m into faces, and yours is perfect. But if I’m gonna be straight-up with you, I’ve checked you out plenty.
You’re crazy hot, Ms. Austin.” Reaching around, he unhooked her bra, let it fall to the floor, and shifted his attention to her breasts. “Yours… are fucking perfect.”
“They’re not big.”
“Here’s a news flash. Not all men like large breasts.” With his hand on hers, he drew her plump nipple into his mouth, and he sucked.
That’s when she hit Mach One.
As he elicited moans out of her she didn’t recognize, she watched the true talent of Tank Santini. He ran his tongue around her pebbled areola, then flicked his gaze to her just before he drew her nipple back into his mouth.
Her already wet thong got hit with another torrent of excitement. A moan ripped from her throat when he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her soaked pussy.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he feasted on her other nipple like the alpha that he was.
Tingles flittered through her, groans ripped from the depths of her soul.
His guttural sounds turned her inside out.
He’d found her clit through the thin layer of fabric and rubbed his thumb over her sensitive nib until she couldn’t take the sweet torture, the orgasm threatening to overtake her.
“Soooo good,” she bit out.
In a flash of action, had her on her back, her legs over his shoulders. He’d moved so fast, her brain hadn’t caught up with the action.
“You’re a magician,” she said.
“Black magic.” He knelt at the side of the bed, pulled her pussy close, tugged off the thong, and devoured her with a ravenous energy that had her writhing on the bed.
His mouth—his talented, talented mouth—had her flying high, the pleasure coming in escalating waves. Every time he licked her pussy, she groaned. He slid fingers inside her, she rose off the bed. When he finger-fucked her, the pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
Desperate to see him, she forced herself onto her elbows so she could watch.
His face between her legs, while she draped her thighs over his massive shoulders, sent her flying over the edge.
The orgasm shot out of her so hard, her cries of ecstasy a garbled series of utterances.
Everything went hazy, the release rocking her so hard, she stopped breathing.
For those blessed seconds, everything in her world was right. There was only good. No bad. No loneliness, no obsession, no violence.
Just right and good and perfect.
Feeling like he’d wrapped her in a warm blanket, she opened her eyes to find herself nestled in his arms in the middle of the bed. The safety she felt had emotion tightening her throat, and she fought against the tears that threatened to burst from her lonely, broken soul.
He kissed her forehead, then her mouth. She rolled onto him, kissed him back, and got lost in everything Tank. As they deepened the kiss, he pushed off the bed, with her still cradled in his arms. Then, he ended their embrace.
“Hold on to me.”
She clung to him while he rifled through his pants, pulled out two condoms.
Seconds later, they were back in bed—he, leaning against the propped pillows, she straddling him, while he covered his shaft with the prophylactic.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
She’d never been bossed around so much in her life. And she loved it. Loved it like her life depended on it. Like this night was life-changing.
Snap out of it.
“Make me,” she said, smirking
“With pleasure,” he replied.