“Just let me feel,” he crooned, pressing a kiss to her cheek, holding her steady as his fingers grazed her swollen clit.
It was still sensitive. The light orgasm moments before had affected only that tight little bud. He could feel the needy clenching of her pu**y even now as his fingers rimmed the small opening.
“Do you want me?” he whispered at the corner of her lips. “Tell me, Scheme, do you want my fingers inside you?”
“I want…” She bit her lower lip, a grimace crossing her expression as her breath caught.
“What do you want?”
She shook her head.
“Tell me, pretty girl.” He needed the words. Needed them with a ferocity he couldn’t have imagined before.
“I want you. To f**k me.”
He caught her as she tried to turn, held her steady, and thrust two fingers into a silky heat so tight, so f**king incredible, he nearly came in his pants.
Scheme went on her tiptoes, her head slamming back against his shoulder as her eyes burst open, colors and heat shimmering in front of her gaze as he filled her.
And he stroked.
She tried not to scream, not to beg. Her thighs clamped on his hand, holding him in place, his fingers inside her, his palm cupping her, rasping her clit.
“There, pretty girl.” That growly thing again.
She shuddered, pleasure swamping her as a whimper left her throat.
“Come for me now,” he purred. “All over my hand, Scheme. Come for me.”
Wicked, carnal, his fingers reached deeper inside her, finding a nerve ending she didn’t know she possessed, stroked, thrust and sent her senses careening.
She came with a cry. She never cried from something so tame as this. She cried in arousal when being spanked. She cried at the carnality of anal sex, but rarely, rarely in orgasm.
This one shook her. There was nothing forbidden in the act. Nothing to tempt the most depraved senses. But it rocked through her until she was gasping, whimpering, her nails biting into the arm crossed beneath her br**sts, holding her against him.
And she wanted more.
“Enough.” She was surprised when he allowed her to push away from him, his fingers sliding slowly from the clenching depths of her pu**y, stroking over her cl*t before he let her jerk his hand from her pants and stumble away.
“You need to leave. Now.” Her voice quavered. She could feel her nostrils flaring, the tight jerk of her lips as she fought to push back needs she had never known before.
Sex was a sport. A hobby. A manipulation. External pleasure was all she desired. A good hard orgasm was all she needed. She didn’t need this, this clawing desperation she could feel building inside her.
Then she shook, shuddered as he brought his still-damp fingers to his mouth and licked. His expression tightening, gold eyes gleaming with a brilliant, fierce hunger.
“You taste like sunshine,” he rasped, clearly enjoying the taste of her, relishing it. God, had any man ever done such a thing?
“It’s the soap,” she snarled. She had to fist her hands at her sides to keep from reaching for him. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle it. Not now.
His lips curled in satisfaction. “It’s sweet, hot pu**y. I want my lips there next, Scheme. I want to go down on you so bad my teeth ache.”
Her knees went weak.
“Stop that,” she hissed, hating the hunger on his face, the open, wicked gleam in his eyes. This wasn’t a game anymore. For the first time in her life something inside was responding, a part of herself she kept hidden, even from herself. “I want you to leave, Tanner.”
“It’s not going to happen, pretty girl.”
“Then I’ll call Security.” Yeah, right, she was going to let the tabloids have this one.