Page 17 of Tank's Temptation

I release him and stand. His eyes follow me as I push my jeans and panties down, then step free. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant rumble of a motorcycle crossing the compound.

Tank reaches for me again. This time, I let him. He catches my waist and draws me over him until I straddle his hips. His cock slides against my wet center, the thick length of him pressing between us as I lower my mouth to his.

The kiss isn’t angry, which makes it more dangerous. Tank cups the back of my neck and kisses me slowly, tasting himself on my tongue without hesitation. His other hand moves along my spine, holding me against his chest while I grind over him.

Every movement is deliberate. There’s no need to race toward anything, no fear that he’ll stop because the door is locked or someone will tell me I don’t know what I want.

I rise onto my knees and position him beneath me.

Tank’s hands settle on my hips. “Look at me.” I hold his gaze as I lower myself slowly, taking the broad head of him and then another inch. The stretch burns in the best possible way. Tank’s jaw clenches as my body opens around him.

I keep going until he’s buried deep.

For several seconds, I remain there, breathing against his mouth and feeling every hard pulse inside me.

“This is what happens when the fear’s gone,” I whisper.

Tank’s eyes hold mine. “You’re still here.”

“I’m exactly where I want to be.”

The tension around his mouth eases, leaving something more exposed.

His hands tighten on my hips as I begin to move. I rise slowly, almost letting him slip free before sinking down again. The angle fills me so completely that the second stroke pulls a broken sound from my throat.

Tank’s gaze drops to where our bodies meet. “You have any idea what you look like taking me?”

“Show me.”

He reaches between us, thumb finding my clit as I ride him. The first circle makes my rhythm falter. Tank takes advantage, guiding my hips into a deeper roll that sends pleasure through my entire body.

I brace my hands on his chest and set the pace again.

Last night, he drove me into the mattress until anger and hunger became impossible to separate. Tonight, I feel every inch. The drag as I rise. The heavy fullness when I lower. The way his body strains beneath mine while I control how quickly we lose it.

Tank’s fingers dig into my hips, leaving marks I already know I’ll enjoy finding tomorrow.

“You said you wanted me after tonight,” I remind him.

His thumb presses harder. “I want you after every night.”

The words hit somewhere deeper than the pleasure.

I lean down, bringing our mouths close without kissing him. “Then don’t treat this like the last time.”

Tank’s hand slides from my hip to the back of my neck. “It isn’t.”

He kisses me as I move over him, slow at first, then deeper when my body begins to tighten. His mouth stays on mine while his thumb works a steady rhythm between us.

The climax builds differently from last night. Not a violent rush but a tightening that starts deep and spreads, gathering with every deliberate stroke. I try to keep control, but Tank knows exactly what my body does before I come now. He feels the tremor in my thighs and the change in my breathing.

“Don’t slow down,” he says against my mouth.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

I ride him harder.

Tank’s hips begin to meet mine, thrusting up each time I come down. The impact sends a sharp pulse of pleasure through me, and his control finally starts to break. He grips my ass with both hands, pulling me onto him as he drives deeper.