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My teeth grit. I rinse fast and climb dripping from the shower.
Uncaring about drying off, I stalk into the main room and stand before the air conditioner, praying for relief where the shower failed. The cold air peaks my nipples into hard points. I moan.
The agitated pacing on the front porch stops.
My lips clamp tight as my eyes track over Tanner’s still silhouette. In the lights outside, his head is turned toward me, and I know his keen silver eyes can see me through the window. My heart slams into my ribs over and over. I tremble.
But deep in the center of my body, that wash of heat winds tighter. I grab my hard nipples between my fingers and pinch. Desire rockets through me and my knees try to buckle. He shifts across from me, his eyes glowing brighter.
I knead my breasts, palming the heavier weight in each hand. My thumbs scrub over my nipples and I let out a breathy groan.
“This would feel so much better if it was your hands,” I whisper, knowing he can hear me. I run one palm down my stomach but stop just shy of my weeping flesh. “It almost hurts, did you know that? How much I want to be filled. To be touched.”
His shoulders rise and fall rapidly in the window.
“I’m soaked and aching. God at the ache.” I slip one finger into my wet folds and cry out.
The door crashes open and Tanner stands framed in the doorway.
He’s completely nude and his body is harder than stone. The near purpling head of his cock rests beside his belly button, the whole long, thick length bobbing with each erratic breath.
And the way he watches me says quite clearly that the man is gone and the predator is all that remains.
Chapter 31
Nisha
“Remove your hand,” Tanner snarls.
I shiver. “Why?”
“Do it, Nisha.”
I slowly force both hands to my sides as he closes the door behind him.
“Get on the fucking bed.” Every command is harsh, demanding.
My legs tremble but I walk over to the mattress and start to lay down.
“On all fours.”
I go rigid.
“Now,” he barks.
Shivering uncontrollably, I go to my knees and slowly lower myself until my ass is in the air.
The motion is vulnerable for me. And it is not one of my favorite positions. I’m on full display for him, my back arched like a dog begging to be taken.
And in a way, I am.
I have never wanted a man as much as I want Tanner right now.
There is no sound from him. No footsteps over the carpet. No panting breath. Calloused hands flow over my backside and my body clenches on a wave of need.
My eyes close tight and I bite my lip hard to keep from begging in truth.
“Lay your head down on the mattress,” he says, his tone softer as his hands continue their silken exploration of my ass.
