turn me on to high fucking heaven. The sound of a zipper’s pull resonates. My fingers glide over his neck and shoulders, sweeping across the thin sheen of sweat that’s building there. He frees himself and shifts me into position, eyes flicking up to lock with mine. “Lean back and take me deep. It’ll give you the most pleasure, baby.”
A collective moan pours from our lips as he sinks me down onto him, and I obey his command, tilting back until I feel the steering wheel behind me. It’s jamming into my back, but I don’t care. I’m focused on the mouthwatering male sprawled out before me, a sliver of chest exposed, his short, ruffled blond hair begging to be tugged. His touches aren’t nearly as gentle as last night, but seeing this side of Tanner—feeling this side of him—sends my need soaring.
His hands land on my waist and he pumps me up and down. His intense gaze watches my face as he rocks my hips, tilting and bouncing me to ensure he’s hitting just the right spot. Even in rough mode, he’s putting me first, tuning his body to mine to elicit the finest shots of pleasure. His arms rise and he rests them behind his head, gaze crawling greedily up and down my body. “Tell me where you want my hands, Anya. Or they stay right here.”
“Here,” I pant, reaching out to bring one of his arms back down. I guide it toward me and a luscious, lazy smile rolls over his lips. I press his hands against my breasts, smashing them against my skin. He responds with fervor, kneading and gripping as I have my way with him, losing myself in his heady gaze. My knees stick to the leather. Sweat never felt so good.
“Harder, Anya. Harder, baby.” His eyes burn, his fingers digging into my breasts, nails scraping with the sand. He drops one hand to guide my waist again, adjusting the intensity and rhythm, and I begin to fall apart, my inner walls clenching and releasing around his hardness. My head rolls forward, my forehead pressing into his, pushing him down harder and harder into the leather seat as I take him. A cry bubbles from my lips and I break, my release tearing through me like a vengeful savage. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”
Tanner matches my shouts, tops my curses, smothers my moans. We’re all broken breath and tongue and teeth and nails, ripping at each other until there’s nothing left but our shattered heaps of flesh. His name is repeatedly on my lips as I come, and nothing seems to please him more. He bites my shoulder as I drift down, smiling in pure, elated satisfaction. We both implode against one another, our bodies collapsing, skin rubbing skin, breath meeting breath.
I know in that moment I have never, ever been more satisfied than I am right then.
“Where,” I breathe, “did that come from?”
“I told you,” he pants. “It’s been a shitty day.”
“You’ve only been at work for a few hours,” I laugh softly, resting my forehead in the crook of his neck, working to recover. We’re still connected, him throbbing hot inside of me while I pulsate around him. My body isn’t ready to let him go. For all I care, he can stay buried there indefinitely.
“A few hours was enough, believe me.” I detect a hint of sadness in his voice. It’s unsettling, especially coming from a strong, powerful man like Tanner Christensen.
A beat of silence passes.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I feel his eyes on me. I glance up, tilting my head to stare deeply into the sapphires.
He swallows. He doesn’t look away. “Do you ever wish you could choose a different path? Make a different choice?”
“Of course. We all do from time to time.”
“Feeling trapped is my…it’s a weakness.”
“You feel trapped?”
He averts his eyes now, staring straight ahead, out the dash window. “I am trapped.”
“What? How so?” I sit up and rest my palm on his chest, watching intently.
He exhales and shakes his head, shifting beneath me. “Never mind. It’s not important.”
“Yes
A collective moan pours from our lips as he sinks me down onto him, and I obey his command, tilting back until I feel the steering wheel behind me. It’s jamming into my back, but I don’t care. I’m focused on the mouthwatering male sprawled out before me, a sliver of chest exposed, his short, ruffled blond hair begging to be tugged. His touches aren’t nearly as gentle as last night, but seeing this side of Tanner—feeling this side of him—sends my need soaring.
His hands land on my waist and he pumps me up and down. His intense gaze watches my face as he rocks my hips, tilting and bouncing me to ensure he’s hitting just the right spot. Even in rough mode, he’s putting me first, tuning his body to mine to elicit the finest shots of pleasure. His arms rise and he rests them behind his head, gaze crawling greedily up and down my body. “Tell me where you want my hands, Anya. Or they stay right here.”
“Here,” I pant, reaching out to bring one of his arms back down. I guide it toward me and a luscious, lazy smile rolls over his lips. I press his hands against my breasts, smashing them against my skin. He responds with fervor, kneading and gripping as I have my way with him, losing myself in his heady gaze. My knees stick to the leather. Sweat never felt so good.
“Harder, Anya. Harder, baby.” His eyes burn, his fingers digging into my breasts, nails scraping with the sand. He drops one hand to guide my waist again, adjusting the intensity and rhythm, and I begin to fall apart, my inner walls clenching and releasing around his hardness. My head rolls forward, my forehead pressing into his, pushing him down harder and harder into the leather seat as I take him. A cry bubbles from my lips and I break, my release tearing through me like a vengeful savage. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”
Tanner matches my shouts, tops my curses, smothers my moans. We’re all broken breath and tongue and teeth and nails, ripping at each other until there’s nothing left but our shattered heaps of flesh. His name is repeatedly on my lips as I come, and nothing seems to please him more. He bites my shoulder as I drift down, smiling in pure, elated satisfaction. We both implode against one another, our bodies collapsing, skin rubbing skin, breath meeting breath.
I know in that moment I have never, ever been more satisfied than I am right then.
“Where,” I breathe, “did that come from?”
“I told you,” he pants. “It’s been a shitty day.”
“You’ve only been at work for a few hours,” I laugh softly, resting my forehead in the crook of his neck, working to recover. We’re still connected, him throbbing hot inside of me while I pulsate around him. My body isn’t ready to let him go. For all I care, he can stay buried there indefinitely.
“A few hours was enough, believe me.” I detect a hint of sadness in his voice. It’s unsettling, especially coming from a strong, powerful man like Tanner Christensen.
A beat of silence passes.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I feel his eyes on me. I glance up, tilting my head to stare deeply into the sapphires.
He swallows. He doesn’t look away. “Do you ever wish you could choose a different path? Make a different choice?”
“Of course. We all do from time to time.”
“Feeling trapped is my…it’s a weakness.”
“You feel trapped?”
He averts his eyes now, staring straight ahead, out the dash window. “I am trapped.”
“What? How so?” I sit up and rest my palm on his chest, watching intently.
He exhales and shakes his head, shifting beneath me. “Never mind. It’s not important.”
“Yes
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