She was dying. She needed to be f**ked worse than she had ever needed to be f**ked in her life.
God, she was so pathetic. She had already had one close call with one of her father’s assassins and now she was looking to form an emotional bond with another? And she knew it would end up being emotional. She wasn’t stupid. Tanner touched not just her body but something inside her. Some part of her that she hadn’t known existed.
And she wanted it touched again. How stupid was that? Chaz had been her father’s killer; could Tanner be his spy?
“You know…” She flinched at the silky rumble of his voice. “There’s always the vibrator.”
Scheme flipped around, clutching the quilt to her br**sts as she stared back at him.
“And do what?”
His hand lifted, the long fingers wrapped around the thick length of the blue vibrating toy.
“I loved watching you use this,” he murmured with a wicked smile. “Want to try it now?”
Her lips parted.
“I could help you.”
The suggestiveness in his voice had heat pulsing through her.
“How?” Oh Lord, was that really her voice? That breathless phone-sex murmur that had his eyes nearly glowing with lust.
He grinned, a shiverlicious kind of grin that made a woman want to just eat his lips up. Not to mention other parts of his body.
The quilt moved slowly away from her, revealing her an inch at a time as she watched the blue dildo come closer.
“Do you know what really turned me on?” he asked her.
“What?” It wasn’t a question, it was a whimper of hunger and she knew it.
“Watching your tongue curl over it after you came, tasting yourself.”
She was shaking. Her hands, her lips—her entire body was shaking. God, she had never been so excited in her life as she was watching him press that dildo closer until it touched her mouth.
Her tongue peeked out, licking over the fake head as his gaze locked with hers.
“I can smell how hot you are.” He moved closer, his other hand flattening on her stomach before sliding slowly upward and tucking between her br**sts.
“All those years I watched you in your bed, alone and with your lovers, you want to know what I saw?”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to know.
“You were never satisfied. You wanted to be. You tried to be.”
“Not true.” She was not abnormal. She had always cl**axed.
“Very true.” He pressed the dildo to her lips, his eyes narrowing as they parted, accepting the toy. “I saw your eyes. That’s what I watched, Scheme, when you were with those men, your eyes. And I saw a woman desperate to find that final certain something. That orgasm that went all the way to the gut.”
Her eyes widened.
The dildo slipped free of her lips, only to draw a wicked, damp path down her chin, between her br**sts, then along her stomach.
“On your back,” he whispered. “Let me give you a taste.”
Common sense screamed no. Yet she was turning, moving to her back, fighting to breathe as carnal, wicked lust filled the room with its heavy scent.
“There we go, pretty girl,” he purred, stroking the dildo on her thighs. “Now open up just a little bit for me.”