Page 68 of The Player in New Zealand
“Needed a free hand,” he grunted, starting up the stairs. I swatted him again and he swatted my ass back.
When he set me down again inside his apartment, I was flushed and laughing. “You brute,” I started. “You realize I’m going to have to go downstairs and finish up?”
“Problems for future you,” he said, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.
All the evening’s tension crested in me so quickly. I felt the answer in Tane, his greedy hands and own barely controlled tension driving me backward. He stepped forward, leading me as his hands met on my chest to unbutton my top. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running nails through his hair and clawing the shirt up his back. I was impatient, scrambling to get skin to skin.
When the last button went, Tane’s hand shed the top off my shoulders and we broke apart to get my undershirt and his T-shirt off.
I looked at Tane through half-lidded eyes, his cheeks flushed and eyes vibrant. I loved the swirls of ink on his shoulders, that pop and darkness I could run my hands over.
When my palms ran over his muscles, Tane dropped down to a crouch, working the buttons of my pants and hooking my underwear, dragging it all down my pale thighs. He bent farther, struggling with my shoes and socks, until, finally, I was naked.
I tugged his shoulders, trying to get him up so I could finish stripping us, but Tane pushed me away. My back hit the wall, and in a fluid motion, he rose to his feet, arms hooking under my thighs and lifting me up, spreading me open to him.
“You aren’t worried about breaking me?” I teased, gripping the back of his neck. Tane pressed me into the wall, my back digging into the plaster.
“Should I be?” His eyes glinted as he shifted and looked down. I looked too; somehow Tane had gotten the fly of his pants open, his cock hard and bobbing between us. I relaxed my knees, gripping his shoulders and sinking lower as he rolled a condom on and lined us up.
“Ready?” His forehead pressed against mine.
I was mesmerized. Unable to tear my gaze from the sight of us, me slick and waiting, him hard and straining.
Air and the smell of Tane filled my lungs as I took a deep breath. “Ready.”
Tane slammed forward, the air sharply leaving my lungs, and I didn’t have time to get another breath in before Tane was pulling back and pounding in again.
“Fuck,” he said, and dropped a curse in Maori. “That is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I finally remembered to breathe, and at my big inhale of air he glanced up at me. “You good?”
“Yeah. You can hold me up like this?”
Tane smirked. “You weigh like a quarter of my weight. Light as.” His palm squeezed my ass. “Is this angle good?”
He stroked again and I moaned.
“Oh yeah, it is.” His attention drifted back down to where we met. “I’m going to make you come like this, up against my wall and fucking loud as.”
He started up a steady, reliable stroke, hitting me in just the right place to see stars. Beyond them, Tane stared down at us, his breath coming in hot pants and his cheeks flushing.
With every gasp I gave, he grunted. Tension kept building, and my fingers, threaded through Tane’s hair, grew damp.
He stopped and I whimpered. “Claire.” Cool air brushed against my face as he pulled back. “Are you okay?” He watched me carefully.
“Yes, very, don’t stop.”
He laughed, but didn’t start up again. “I asked because of your leg.”
“What?” I blinked, trying to focus.
“Your leg is shaking.”
I looked over and yes, my foot had wandered up by Tane’s shoulder and was vibrating.
“Oh, it’s good, it’s so good, don’t stop, I’m almost there....”
Tane chuffed and,thank God, got back to stroking. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. We were both so focused, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room.
