“Do what? Make you mine?” he growled. “It’s already been done, Roni. I can’t take that back. And I sure as hell won’t regret it.”
His lips moved to her ear, his tongue swirling around it sensually as she fought for breath.
“I can’t do this,” she cried out, yet her body writhed against his, needing to touch him, to feel the heat and hardness he offered her.
Her head fell back against the wall as his lips trailed down her neck. His fingers pulled at the buttons of her blouse, releasing the torn fabric as the air around them heated with blistering need.
“Shush, baby,” Taber whispered as his lips stroked over her collarbone. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
He pushed her shirt over her shoulders, smoothing it down her arms as he lifted first one of her hands from his waist, then the other to allow the material to fall to the floor. It was the most sensual sensation she had known in her life, his hands, calloused and warm, sliding over her flesh, removing the cloth between his touch and her skin.
“How pretty,” he whispered as his gaze centered on her br**sts. “So full and swollen. I can’t wait to take one of those hard little ni**les in my mouth, Roni.”
She whimpered at his words, standing before him, her br**sts straining against her lacy bra. His head raised, his eyes going over the full curves that rose and fell so swiftly. She wanted to close her eyes to escape the intensity of the feelings bombarding her. At the same time, she wanted to be certain she didn’t miss a second of either seeing or feeling the power behind his sudden hunger for her.
“I’m scared.” Roni shuddered harshly, fighting the overpowering lust with every beat of her heart. It wasn’t natural, this need. She had always wanted him, always dreamed of his kiss and his touch, but not like this. Not this drugged, overriding demand she couldn’t control. “Taber. Make it stop. Make it stop now, dammit.”
Her pu**y clenched with such resounding demand that it took her breath. She gasped, almost crying out as his lips stroked over the smooth flesh rising from the cup of her bra.
“It will ease soon, Roni,” he promised her, his voice so rough, so harsh, it caused her to shiver in pleasure as his fingers released the front clasp of her bra. “Just as soon as I get you in that bed and slide between those pretty thighs, it will be all better.”
Chapter Eight
Roni blinked in shock as Taber’s words whispered around her. It will all be better? As soon as he does what?
She pushed at his shoulders, ignoring the cramps in her womb, the moisture sliding from her tormented pu**y.
“I don’t think so.” She shuddered with need. “Taber, wait. We have to talk about this.”
Oh, this wasn’t good at all. Her body was overruling her mind and she couldn’t seem to rein it in long enough to get a grip on the situation.
His tongue was running over the tops of her br**sts. Sweet lord, it wasn’t smooth and soft like any normal person’s would be. It was slightly rough, hot, rasping deliciously against her skin. What would it feel like on her ni**les?
“You taste so good, Roni.” His shoulders tightened as he dipped his head further, following the inside curve of her breast, tracing the border of lace that still covered the swollen mound. “So hot and sweet.”
His hands moved from the wall, stroking down her back until they clasped her hips, rocking her against the hard thigh insinuated between hers.
“Taber.” She had to make him stop. Didn’t she?
She pushed against his shoulders again, her head falling back against the wall as she fought the weakening lust surging through her blood.
“Roni, I don’t know if I can stop,” he whispered as his lips nudged under the lacy bra, coming dangerously close to the hard peak of her breast.
She could feel his breath on the tormented tip, every cell tightening in exquisite longing as his teeth then tugged at the material, drawing it away from the swollen curve.
“Taber. I can’t… Oh God!” She arched in his arms as his tongue swiped across the hard bud of her nipple. Electricity shot from the little nub straight to her womb, taking her breath as it spasmed in pleasure. Okay, so she wasn’t going to be able to say no, evidently, she thought distantly. It didn’t mean she had to let him live after he was done, though.
His mouth covered her nipple, suckling at her desperately, his cheeks flexing, his tongue rasping as she began to writhe on his hard thigh. The pressure against her cl*t was destructive, drowning her in pleasure, in desperation.
She was only dimly aware of his hands loosening her jeans, then sliding beneath the material until he could cup the smooth globes of her ass. His hands covered the na**d skin, flexing, gripping and parting her rounded cheeks as he moved her against him.
“I can’t wait for the bed,” he growled against her breast as his thigh moved back from the tormented mound between her thighs. “Now. Like this, Roni.”
He shoved her pants down with one hand, the other loosening his jeans, freeing the thick length of his c**k from confinement. He didn’t take time to help her kick free of her shoes. He gave her no time to deny him. Before she could voice her shock he pushed her to her knees, following her down as he came behind her.
“Taber.” Shocked, nearly paralyzed by the needs clawing through her system she could only whimper his name as he pressed her forward.
He held her still, her shoulders to the floor, her h*ps raised, opening her for him, giving him access. He didn’t wait to claim what he believed was his. Roni barely had time to draw in a breath before she felt the thickness of his erection pressing against her cunt, sliding against the small slit until he found the opening to her vagina. He held her hips, he whispered her name, and then thrust forcibly inside her untried pu**y.