She wanted more, the hormonal inner slut screamed out. Oh yeah, way more.
His hand landed again, right there on the rounded part of her cheek where the flesh was so sensitive, where the sensations could streak through her nerve endings, attacking not just her clit, but the tender, nerve-laden entrance to her rear.
She lifted to him, feeling deliciously wicked, sexy.
“You like that, don’t you, my little Schemer?”
Like? Like? That was supposed to describe this?
She screamed around his c**k as his hand landed again. Then she rewarded him. She sucked him to the back of her throat, swallowed, massaged her tongue on the underside of his shaft and moaned at the erotic pleasure of it.
“Damn you.” His voice was strangled.
Tightening further, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs were corded now, standing out in taut relief, rippling powerfully beneath his golden flesh.
His hand smoothed down her rear then tucked lower and two broad fingers pressed inside her.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, she chanted silently. Deeper. Just deeper. Just all the way to the interesting little spot…
Her eyes widened, her lips and tongue drawing on his c**k desperately as Tanner’s fingers found that spot and he rubbed.
The other hand tangled in her hair, pulled as she resisted, and sent flames whipping over her.
More. Just more. She was dying now.
She worked her mouth over the head of his c**k greedily as his fingers retreated from her aching pu**y, smoothed back, returned to the dripping opening, teased, pulled back. It took a second to understand. Just a second before one of those strong, long fingers pressed into the ultrasensitive entrance of her ass.
She tore her mouth away from his erection. She had to breathe. She had to.
“I want that pretty ass,” he whispered. “I want to cover you and sink inside it. I’ll remember the hollow look of dissatisfaction when I saw you taking it from another man, for all of two seconds—until I hear you scream for more. I’m going to show you what you should have received the first time.”
His finger retreated. Panting, desperate for air, Scheme pressed her head into his thigh, whimpering, insensible as his finger pressed deeper inside her.
“Mmm, you like that.” It wasn’t a question.
Hell yes, she liked it. It was wicked. Forbidden.
This was sex the way she had always fantasized about. Lacking self-recrimination, no doubts, no fears beyond the one that he would stop.
He bent over her. The sound of the bedside drawer opening barely pierced her consciousness or intruded on the sensations ripping up her back. His finger wasn’t still. It didn’t thrust or raid, it rubbed, the calloused pad rasping over tissue so delicate that she shuddered with the pleasure.
Nothing mattered—spies, blood, death—fuck it. Nothing mattered now except this. Here. Now. Just this.
CHAPTER 8
The way beneath his little Schemer’s defenses was her pleasure. He sensed it, knew it. The years he had spent watching her, he had felt it to the soles of his feet. She needed mindless pleasure, the kind that gets in your gut and turns you inside out because it’s too damned good to be borne. The kind that makes you weak in the knees, makes your mind shut down and your nerve endings sing. And he was going to give it to her.
She had known pleasure. She had known release. But she hadn’t known the gut-wrenching, soul-searing fulfillment that came from having her needs sated, fulfilled. He intended to sate every hunger she had ever known. He intended to show her hungers she had never known she could possess.
It wasn’t about the act, or acts, she had participated in. She had pushed her own boundaries, had explored her sensuality, only to find that the tease was more exciting, the promise much more tempting than the actual act.
Until now.
Now he would show her exactly what she had been missing. A man who understood her hungers, her needs and her pleasures. A man willing to lose himself in them with her.
It wasn’t about control. It wasn’t about submission. It was about feeling, from the inside out, feeling the radiance of complete satisfaction.
Sliding the tube of lubricating jelly from the bedside drawer, he straightened on his knees once more and slid his finger from the ultra tight clasp her rear had on it.