Page 21 of Grip Me Tight
I bite my lip and he gives me a little shake. “Forget what, Silver?”
There’s no way I can tell him. He’ll tell Noah and the two of them of will hunt down Jake the Jerk and make him suffer. Which I don’t exactly mind, but Kingmaker doesn’t need a lawsuit, and I’ve no doubt that Jake will take great delight in the attention he’d get from being in the news, even in a negative way, with the guys from Kingmaker.
“I was talking about before. Make me forget what happened last time.”
His eyes darken and I’m certain I’ve just buried the nail deep enough to send him walking away from me again. My chest tightens and I drag in a breath of warm night air, the scent of the campfire as it drifts towards the water triggering memories of so many summers here. Summers where I fantasized about sneaking a kiss with Tanner by the boathouse.
My fantasies are a lot more explicit now.
If this is all I get, well, that’s life. One cupcake doesn’t taste any less sweet just because it’s the last one in the box. I decide to take matters into my own hands. “What’s the matter, rock star? Are you all talk and no action?”
Tanner blinks, once, twice before he mutters a low curse and his lips crash back to mine, teeth nipping at my lower lip until I open for his tongue, moaning as he invades my mouth.
His hands release my shoulders and I think he’s going to step away from me, going to stop this delicious madness of a kiss and my hands clutch his shirt just as his gentle fingers caress my jaw. The contrast between the hard pressure of his mouth and the softness of his touch makes my head spin, my nipples tightening against the lace of my bra.
Tanner nudges my chin up and his mouth leaves mine to slide those amazing kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, shivery, tickling kisses that promise so much pleasure.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmurs as he sucks my nipple in, teasing it through the cotton of my shirt.
My legs go rubbery, and I sink to my knees, pressing my face against Tanner’s stomach. His muscles jump under my cheek and there’s a huge bulge letting me know just how much action there is, if I want it.
And I want it. My blood thrums hot and heavy in my veins as I reach up and brush my hand against that bulge. Tanner covers my hand with his and drops down to his knees, lying on his back and pulling me over him. My legs fall on either side of his hips and I push up, one hand on his chest and stare down into his beautiful face. He shifts under me, sliding that bulge right between my legs and his jaw tenses as I grind down. His eyes meet mine and the electric desire there makes me blush even though I wouldn’t change my position for the world. His fingers tighten on my hips, but he doesn’t move.
It’s clear this is my decision. I can stand up and walk away or I can take what I’ve always wanted, as long as I don’t ask for anything beyond this moment.
There is only one option here for me. I lean over, ignoring his hiss of pleasure as I circle my hips, and kiss him, dragging at his full lower lip the way he did to mine. A slow tease, still unbelieving he’s beneath me, until he strokes one hand up my back, tangling in my hair and changes the rhythm, taking it from my slow tease to an eruption of heat. His other hand slides around, snaking under the hem of my shorts, to caress the bare skin where my ass meets my thigh and oh, I never knew how sensitive that little curve of skin was until now.
I moan into his mouth and he rewards me with a slow roll of his hips, pressing me down hard with one hand, slipping his fingers further inside my shorts but not touching me yet where I desperately want it, dripping, melting for him.
He circles slowly, maddeningly with his fingers, inching closer until he’s where I need him to be. I press back and he slides his fingers against me, teasing, back and forth. “You’re so wet for me. Soaked with sweetness.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, rocking on him, wanting the press of those long, blunt fingers inside me. He kisses me deeply, hard and fast but down there, he strokes me unhurriedly as my nipples tighten painfully and I grind against his hand, trying to ease the near painful empty ache building with every soft glide as he explores me.
Tanner slows the kiss and pushes me up gently with one hand. “Open your eyes, Sterling.”
I didn’t even know they were still closed and when I look down, Tanner is smirking, his lips glistening from mine, watching me intently as he lifts the hem of my shirt, carefully making sure he doesn’t catch my hair as he pulls it off. The night air is cool against the heat of my skin, my nipples straining through the lace of my bra.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he whispers hoarsely, flexing up and whipping off his own shirt and laying it out on the grass next to us. I’m still breathless from his hands and slightly dizzy from the muscular display of his chest and abs as he lifts me and covers my body with his, taking care to cradle my head in his hand while his mouth comes down over my breast. I focus on the stars over his head, gasping at the tickling sensation of his fingers unbuttoning my shorts and then the tight slide against my pubic bone before he drags them into the wetness I can feel against my thighs.
“So wet. So hot.” He pulls my shorts down and off and gazes down at my tiny, white thong. He makes a strangled sound, sliding his fingers under the soaked fabric, grazing my clit and I spread my legs, moaning as he slips inside, pumping two fingers in and out, sensation spiraling through me. I whimper when he pulls away.
He sits back, his gaze meeting mine, his eyes dark, intent and he opens his mouth, licking his fingers deliberately. “Even sweeter than I dreamed.”
The filthy decadence in his voice and the way he closes his eyes, sucking his fingers nearly sets me off. He opens his eyes again, lowering himself to me and a lock of hair falls over his forehead. I sweep it back, tenderness filling me as he takes my mouth again in a kiss so deep, I feel it in my soul. He moves down my body, the sting of his teeth against my nipple causes my hips to arch upwards, wanting him deeper, harder, everywhere. I struggle to get my hands under my back, needing to get the teasing lace away from my skin and he laughs, low and dark, brushing my hands aside and making short work of getting me naked.
Anyone can walk down that path and look to the side and see us.
I don’t care.
When he latches that sinful mouth around my nipple, his tongue teasing the tip while his other hand lightly pinches its twin, it’s as if the moon and stars disappears. Like the night has swallowed itself and there is only the breath Tanner shares with me whenever he comes back to my lips for another devastating kiss.
His hand slides down between my legs, the air adding an element of sensation as he pushes my thighs open farther, teasing me with light touches and gentle stroking that sends shivers up my spine. I close my legs around his hand, and he growls against my mouth, shifting down my body, pressing open-mouth kisses to my ribs, my stomach and down one hip bone as he settles between my thighs.
“Are you aching, Silver?”
I swallow hard, nodding as he draws a finger around my clit, the ache reaching a peak where my pussy is clenching on air. “Please, Tanner. Don’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing. I’m savoring.” He nuzzles my tummy, licking and blowing on the wetness from his tongue. “Now be quiet so we aren’t interrupted. This sweet pussy needs some attention.”
