“You left me no choice, Roni.” His hands cupped her br**sts, his finger and thumb gripping her nipple, making it hard for her to think, to speak.
She left him no choice? She had loved him, needed him, until the sheer intensity of those needs had nearly destroyed her. And yet he claimed that she had left him no choice? She wanted to rage, to scream at him, but it was all she could do to breathe beneath his demanding touch. The pads of his thumbs rasped over the tops of the swollen peaks, then with the help of his index fingers, gripped them with firm, exact pressure as he tugged at them slowly.
“Taber.” She cried out at the sharp, streaking pleasure that arrowed from her ni**les to her vagina, causing her to arch against him, her hands to reach back and tighten on the outside of his hard, muscled thighs.
“Do you like that, baby?” He did it again, and Roni thought she would explode from the building heat.
“I’ll use my teeth next,” he whispered at her ear. “As I grip and pull, I’ll stroke them with my tongue, suckle with my mouth and make you come from that sensation alone.”
And he could. She knew he could. Her cl**ax was already building, the pleasure threatening to peak inside the tormented depths of her pu**y. Then he stopped. Roni whimpered at the loss of sensation on her tormented ni**les. Then she groaned in pleasure as his teeth nipped at the mark on her neck a second before he placed his mouth over it and began to suckle, much as he threatened to do to her
nipples.
Her head fell back against his chest. She was distantly aware of the fact he was undressing behind her, removing first his shirt, then his shoes and jeans. His chest caressed her back, making her shiver with the sensation of the tiny, almost invisible hairs that covered it. She had noticed those years before, but had forgotten how sinfully sexy they felt against her skin.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispered, his breath sighing over the mark, making her shiver in reaction. “Just enjoy. Feel how damned good it can be. You’re so sweet and soft, so tight and hot when I thrust inside you. Just touching you is the most pleasure I’ve ever known in my life.”
“You’re killing me.” Her chest was tight with emotion, aching with the need for more than just his physical touch. “How will I stand it when you’re gone again?”
He growled, a fierce, animalistic sound that nearly made her cl**ax from its impact on her senses. God help her, how could something so feral sound so damned sexy?
“There’s no way in hell I’ll let you go now, Roni,” he told her, his voice dark, his hands gripping her h*ps and pulling her tightly into the cradle of his thighs.
His c**k was strong and thick, hot and hard. It felt like warm steel as it pressed against the crease of her ass. She ground her bu**ocks against it, her h*ps moving, forcing the shaft to part the rounded globes and press deeper between them.
Behind her, Taber breathed in sharply a second before a rueful chuckle vibrated through his chest.
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned her, his voice vibrating with arousal. “I’m already at the edge of my control, Roni.” She could almost imagine that sexy grin she heard in his voice. The one that made her heart clench at the wicked thoughts it inspired. The little quirk to the side, the flash of teeth as his green eyes sparkled with humor and warmth.
“Why should you have control?” She fought to breathe, to hold back her pleas that he take her now, fast and hard, as he had before. “You haven’t cared about stealing mine.”
“Ah, baby.” He moved slowly, his arms coming around her thighs, her shoulders, as he picked her up.
“But my control will bring you more pleasure than you could ever imagine.”
She gasped, her arms circling his neck as she stared up at him in surprise. No one but Taber had ever carried her in his arms. She had missed that. It made her feel too feminine, too desired to have him hold her like this now, though. His eyes were dark and glittering with hot, na**d lust as he carried her the short distance to the bed.
He had no problem holding her as he maneuvered them both into the bed. But he held her close, secure, until he lowered her slowly to the mattress beneath them.
“I want to lick every inch of your body,” he growled. “But I don’t know if I’ll make it past your lips before I’ve got to have you.”
He knelt beside her, his gaze possessive, brilliant with his rising needs as it raked over her. His body was a work of art. His chest and arms flexed with power, his tight abdomen rippled with strength, and his cock… She swallowed tightly as she allowed her hand to smooth along his thigh toward it. Like
silk-encased steel, the dark head throbbed with life. The sight of it had heat and moisture spilling from her hungry cunt.
“No.” He caught her hand before she could touch him. “Touch me, Roni, and I’ll lose all control. Just relax. Let me show you how good it can be.”
Chapter Thirteen
It was too damned good. Roni’s hands clenched in the sheets beneath her as Taber lay beside her and drove her to the edge of madness. His lips were at one breast, toying delicately with the hard peak while his hand tormented the other.
His tongue stroked confidently around the sensitized nub, the rough rasp causing her to cry out at the building sensations weaving through her body. When his mouth covered it, drawing on it with deep, hard pulls of his wet mouth, she nearly cl**axed in reaction. Her womb spasmed with such force she flinched from it and nearly screamed out her pleasure.
“Yes!” he hissed, his voice rough as he moved over her, settling between her thighs, his mouth continuing to torture the swollen tip. “Let it go, Roni. Let me have it all.”
He moved to her other breast, repeating the caresses there as her hands clutched at his shoulders. How much more could she stand? She writhed beneath him, her h*ps arching as she pressed the aching mound of her pu**y against the hard planes of his stomach. Oh, now that was good. Her cl*t throbbed in pleasure as it raked across his flesh.
At the same time his teeth gripped her nipple, pulling at it, his tongue stroking across it, creating a vortex of sensations that rippled through her womb. He stared up at her, his eyes so brilliant, so hot, it hurt to stare into them. His expression was intent, savagely hungry, yet softened with gentleness. How many nights had she dreamed of him touching her this way, holding her?