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That full bottom lip of hers trembles. “But—” Her voice is so confused. So soft.
I dip my head and capture her mouth. “No buts,” I say when I come up for air. “Do you fucking want me, Nisha?”
Her eyes are almost too wide as she stares up at me. My pulse thrums wildly, and my gut knots over and over with nerves. With an odd twinge of fucking hope.
She gives a small nod.
My body sags, and I slide my hands into her hair before fastening my mouth back to hers.
Chapter 41
Nisha
Tanner lays out his shirt and mine before easing me back on the fabric and the surprisingly cool grass. His body blankets mine, and his weight presses into me. Every stroke of his hands are calloused, rough but hot. I shiver.
His smile has faded to something almost reverent. Focused. His silver eyes are bright, like small moons as they track over my face and body.
He takes his time teasing and caressing my skin. The hurried ferocity from earlier has been tamed now, and I know this is worse.
Every damn touch does things to my stomach as much as my body. It pulls at my heart and my head, tying me to him.
I know enough about chemistry to know sex with Tanner releases chemicals in my body. Feel good waves of hormones that make me crave him. Want him.
But it’s more than just chemistry.
He moves his lips over my collarbone and down my chest. The silken press tickles and leaves me shifting beneath him. He laves at my nipples and gently takes them into the cavern of his mouth before moving onto my belly.
The slight shadow of hair on his jaw scrubs my skin, creating delicious arcs of heat inside me. My thighs clench and he makes a low sound of approval.
When he tugs my legs apart and presses his mouth to my heat, stars dance across my vision. As his fingers gently ready my core, the world around us grows sharper. And as he climbs to his knees and slides into me, cool mist flows over my body.
Tanner does not pound between my thighs like before. The almost languid roll of his hips uses muscles I didn’t know men had. It’s teasing, sensual. Erotic.
My body grows slicker and he slides deeper. He kneads my breast as he moves, heightening my pleasure until my head thrashes and I arch and grind over him.
“Easy, beautiful,” he rumbles. “I want to take my time.”
I stare up at him through the haze of my vision and he is so damn sexy it hurts. I slide my hands over his chest, his arms, his back. The pumping swells of his ass. Every touch leaves his scent mingling with mine, and I realize as the combination clouds my head, that this is what he always smells.
It’s wondrous. Spice, fur, and me. I want to roll in it. Bathe in it.
My nostrils flare and I take in more of the heady mix.
He lowers his head, scrubbing his mouth over mine in a teasing caress of my bottom lip. “That’s me and you, baby,” he breathes as he kisses me again.
“I want to roll in it,” I whisper back.
His lips curve against mine and more spice fills the air. He rolls his hips, dragging his body through my folds again and again.
He glistens in the soft rays of the sun through the trees. The golden bars take his tan skin and make it damn near glow above me. And I let my hands roam over him in wonder. The languid rhythm of his body leaves him slick under my hands.
And I want to lick him clean.
I grip the back of his neck and draw him down to me. He starts to kiss me but I turn his head and lick up the side of his neck. His spicy and salty flavor explodes on my tongue and his rhythm falters as he growls.
“Woman ...”
“You taste so fucking good, Tanner,” I say back.
