Page 46 of Marked By Tank
Chapter 7
Julie
Ihaveneverfeltthis loose in my body before.
Everything in me is warm. Heavy. Soft in a way I do not think I have ever been. Like he touched every tight, aching thing inside me until it finally gave way.
Tank is still half over me, his face buried for a second against my throat, his breath rough and hot against my skin.
I do not want him to move.
That thought comes fast and clean and startles me a little.
My hand slides into his hair before I can think better of it. Thick, dark, a little damp at the roots. He goes still under my touch.
Then his mouth drags once against my throat.
A kiss.
Then another.
Slow. Lazy. Possessive enough to send a soft shiver through me.
He lifts his head and looks at me.
Those pale eyes are darker now somehow. Hooded. Hot. A little wrecked. His face looks harder after sex. Rougher. More beautiful. Dark stubble shadows his jaw, and there is a flush high across his cheekbones that should not undo me as badly as it does.
His hand slides up my side and settles at my waist.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
My voice comes out soft and a little breathless.
He studies my face like he is checking for every truth at once. Then his thumb drags over my lower lip, and something low in me melts.
Tank rolls enough to pull me with him until I am sprawled half over his chest.
Skin to skin.
No clothes. No barriers. Just him.
The heat of him hits me all over again.
My cheek lands against hard muscle. His chest is warm under me, broad and solid, dusted with dark hair that scratches lightly against my skin when I shift. His heartbeat thuds slow and heavy under my ear.
I like that far too much.
The fire snaps low in the stove. Wind moves outside. The room smells like wood smoke and sweat and sex and him.
His hand moves down my back. Big. Slow. Rough palm stroking over bare skin.
“You’re quiet,” he says.
I tip my chin enough to look up at him. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say after...” My face heats. “All that.”
His mouth shifts. Close to a smile.
