it was because his kiss had stirred a desire in her that she knew only he could take care of. There was an ache between her legs and she was convinced he was the only one who could take it away.
“Tell me what you want, Lyric.”
Why did he want her to do that when he knew what she wanted? Hadn’t he told her that her scent had already told him? “You know.”
“But I want you to tell me, anyway. I want to hear you say it.”
No guy had ever asked for her input before. “Do whatever you want.”
He shook his head. “No, I want to do whatever you want.”
Lyric had never known a man so generous and accommodating in the bedroom. She decided to be honest with him. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
A gentle, understanding smile touch his lips. “Maybe this will help.”
He leaned in and went for a breast, easing a nipple between his lips, and began sucking. Did he not know what doing that did to her? How it drove her hot with desire. How it increased that pull between her legs.
He moved to her other breast and she noticed his fingers had slipped down between her legs and were now drawing circular motions around her clit. This was too much and she closed her eyes and groaned.
“Now can you tell me what you want, Lyric?” a deep, throaty voice asked.
Oh, yeah, she could tell him all right. Opening her eyes and meeting his gaze, she said, “I want you to take me, Tanner. Hard. Over and over again. Deep.”
“It will be my pleasure...and yours.”
And then he thrust hard into her. He was huge and her body stretched to accommodate him as he went deep and even deeper still. It seemed she heard a click somewhere as if their bodies had locked. He went still and stared at her as if he’d heard that click, as well. Or maybe she’d imagined it and he’d gone still for another reason.
She was about to ask if anything was wrong when he began moving again, thrusting in and out of her, moving his hips in perfect rhythm. Every time he thrust, her body rose up to meet his and their gazes would connect. With each thrust, he drove her closer to the edge, making her moan. When he began moving at a rapid pace, like a jackhammer, she knew she’d never experienced this degree of pleasure before in her life.
She wouldn’t last much longer and when her body began splintering, she screamed out his name. He kept pounding into her, pushing her to the edge.
“Explode again for me, baby.”
As if her body had been programmed to react to his command, sensations began swamping her and she felt an explosion of pleasure take over her. She was pushed over the edge, and as if the detonation of her body was what he needed to complete his own, she felt his body nearly buck them off the bed just seconds before he threw back his head and a guttural sound, which included her name, exploded from his mouth.
She’d never experienced anything like this before. Where had all this sexual energy come from? Would she be able to walk out of here on her own, or would he have to carry her out? At that moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except all the sexual pleasure she was feeling.
She was convinced nothing could compare to this, and she was experiencing it all thanks to him.
* * *
TANNER AWOKE AND glanced over at the clock. It was close to six in the evening. At some point they needed to get dressed and leave to return to New Orleans. Earlier, while Lyric slept, he had slipped into his jeans and gone to the beach where they’d had their picnic to gather the items they’d left behind, including pieces of her clothing. Luckily, because there hadn’t been a high tide, nothing had been swept out to sea.
The items had gotten sandy, which prompted him to wash her things. It was the first time he’d ever done anything so intimate for a woman, but he’d felt comfortable tossing her shorts and panties into the washer and dryer. In fact, he thought her panties were a cute pair and thought it was sexy that it matched the bra he’d taken off her earlier.
Once he had taken care of that, there had been no reason not to wake her for them to head back to New Orleans. He