Scheme stared up at Tanner in bemusement and shock as he shrugged the remains of the shirt from his shoulders. Muscles rippled over his chest and biceps, the restraint he had placed on himself clearly visible in the tense set of his expression and the brilliance of his eyes.
Did he own her? If he didn’t now, then he would soon.
“You watched everything?” She was na**d beneath him, the quilt lying beneath her and falling away from her body as his eyes raked over her.
“Everything.” His voice was an exciting, roughened hiss. “Your lovers were good. But I’m better.”
Her heart raced as his hands dropped to the belt cinching the jeans beneath his waist.
“Prove it.”
“I’m the best you’ve ever had.” He smiled tightly. “I saw that the other night, Scheme. I knew it.”
“Prove it.” She needed him to. She needed to still the screaming demand pulsing through her now. Terror, pleasure and danger combined as the rushing adrenaline began to build inside her. “Prove it, Tanner. Now.”
Scheme watched in anticipation as his head lowered, his lips parting. She ached for that kiss. Needed it.
But it wasn’t a kiss that came. His teeth raked over her neck, the incisors sharp and wicked, scraping over her pulse before moving to her shoulder.
Then he bit her. Not deep. Not enough to break the skin, but the flashpoint of pleasure/pain that had her arching to him, a moan sizzling past her lips.
“Do you think I can’t?” He growled as he moved from her then picked her up quickly in his arms.
The next second she was bouncing on the bed, hard fingers gripping her ankles to jerk her forward, pulling her sex directly to his waiting mouth.
She hadn’t expected it. That was the only excuse she had. She had expected soft, gentle. Plenty of foreplay and lots of teasing. That’s how men reacted when they felt they needed to compete with a woman’s past lovers. They teased. They drew out the foreplay and the pleasure until she lost all desire to finish the act.
But this wasn’t teasing.
She screamed his name, and she’d sworn she wouldn’t. But the pleasure exploded through her body as his tongue slid through her saturated flesh, before his lips capped over her cl*t and his tongue grew hungry.
The orgasm that tore through her was exquisite. Terrifying. There was no warning, no reason for the detonation of ecstasy that ripped through nerve endings and convulsed her womb in spasms of release, but there was also no containing it. And no stopping him.
As the rippling pulses of ecstasy convulsed through her vagina, he was there. His tongue licked, lapped, pushed her higher, sending her blazing into an intensity of pleasure she couldn’t have expected.
“Tanner…” She screamed his name as her hands buried in his hair, her upper body lifting, jerking in response to the sudden, fiery release that attacked her again.
Her thighs clenched around his head as her h*ps rocked, her lungs struggling for air as she stared sightlessly toward the ceiling.
He gave her no respite. He touched her, from the inside out. His hands, his lips, his tongue. Heated sensations, trigger points of electric ecstasy vibrated through nerve endings that had gone without touch for much too long.
He touched her body; then he reached inside and touched her soul, whispering his need for her, his hunger for her, driving her to the limits of her own sensuality before she flew higher, reached for more. Perspiration dampened her body, making her slick, wet, inside and out, as the sounds of his pleasure ricocheted around her. This was touch. Pure touch. How had she lived without it before this? How had she lived without Tanner’s kiss, without his husky voice whispering his pleasure to her, without his hands drawing her closer, soothing her, arousing her, warming the cold places inside her?
Never. She had never known this. She was lucky to orgasm once during sex, let alone twice, with another building, burning, exploding through her as she arched, driving her pu**y tighter against his mouth as her legs trembled in response to the grip she had on him.
Bucking beneath him, she did as he had sworn she would. She begged. She pleaded, and she swore the dampness on her face was perspiration rather than tears as she felt the darkness inside her soul reaching for the heated warmth that began to build inside her chest.
Before she could anticipate or even consider his next move, he jackknifed away from her, his hands gripping her wrists as he pulled her up off the bed.
And he was naked. Gloriously aroused, his c**k standing out from his body, flushed and engorged.
“You taste like f**king sunshine,” he snarled as his hand gripped her waist only to toss her back on the bed. The next second he was on one knee in front of her, the other foot planted across her body as he pulled her back into a sitting position. “Now, darlin’, let’s see how hungry you are for more.”
She was hungry. Hungry for all of him. Desperate. Aching.
His one hand gripped her hair as the other gripped the straining length of his erection.
“Come on, Schemer. Undo me, pretty girl. Make me beg now.”