Page 66 of Endurance
Suddenly, he moves close to me again, towering over me. One hand is pressed on the wall by my head while the other grazes all over my body but never actually touches me. Every deep inhale of breath I take brings me closer to his hand, but he continually adjusts his location so he never actually lays a finger on me.
“You wantme, Belle.”
I scoff and look away. “How could I? You’re acting like a bloody maniac.”
“For you.” His voice is guttural and I can’t help but meet his eyes. They are so blue and probing I can hardly breathe. “I act like a maniac for you. We have issues, but past all of them is the fact that I want you and you want me.”
My jaw juts out defiantly, shaking my silent refusal but feeling an alarming tickling sensation on my shoulder blade.
“Say the words, Belle,” he pleads, dropping his face down closer to mine.
I can smell him. I can taste him. His lips are only a centimetre from mine, so close I could stick my tongue out and touch them if I wanted.
His breath trembles when he adds, “Just tell me you want me.”
I sniff, unable to find my words with his aching eyes on me.
He moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, “That’s all you have to do.” He breathes in deeply. “BecauseI’m already yours.”
He pulls back and looks into my eyes with total and complete dire need. Like a ship in the night, his presence is the swirling light, drawing me in from the dark sea. His vulnerability is too much. His need is too heady. My gaze waters as my body arches into him.
Of course I want him. I’ve wanted him since he rejected me. I’ve wanted him since he hurt me. I’ve wanted him even when I hated him. And I know I can’t hold out a second longer. My endurance has crumbled.
So I feed the beast.
“I want you,” I whisper and a strange noise rises from my throat as I brush my quivering lips against his. A feather-light touch of our mouths that I feel all over my body.
He pulls back and closes his eyes, exhaling the weight of the world out of his lungs. His eyes crack open for a split second before he angles his face and drops a hard, claiming kiss on my lips. It’s wet and sloppy and possessive, and it’s turning into so much more but nowhere near enough.
We shift into a mess of groping, squeezing limbs, crushing our bodies together completely and giving in to the beast of need roaring between us. My chest heaves with longing against his. My breasts yearn to be touched. My body aches to be filled. This kiss isn’t sufficient. The desperation to reconnect in the most carnal way possible is urgent.
Tanner moves us away from the wall and farther into the darkness of the alley. My back collides with something hard and cold, and I break our kiss to see I’m pressed up against a truck.
His voice is deep and throaty as he presses his hard-on into me. “I’m fucking you right here, right now. I can’t wait.”
He starts frantically digging in his pocket and I hear the most glorious sound ever. The beep of a key fob.
He opens the door and lifts me into the driver’s side, crawling in behind me and pushing me across the bench. I give the alley a cursory glance, knowing it is nuts to fuck in an alley outside a pub with his entire team inside.
But that’s us. We’re crazy.
Once he’s past the gear stick, I fly toward him and frantically fumble with his jeans, opening the zipper and grabbing his hardened shaft in my hands. I squeeze the silky skin with all the anger I have still coursing through my veins. Rage and frustration fuelling this crazy act of sex.
Tanner unceremoniously tosses my heels and rips me out of my skinnies and knickers. He leaves my long sweater on as he manhandles me astride him. His eyes are dark on me as the head of his cock nudges my opening. I use the roof to brace myself and moan loudly, already soaked with a wanton ache to be filled.
As if my cry was a shotgun at a starting gate, he yanks down on my hips and meets me with a hard thrust upward, impaling me with a ferocity that has me seeing spots.
A garbled cry of relief escapes his throat, like being inside me stopped something from completely breaking inside of him. His hold on my thighs is bruising as I grind down on him, begging him to move.
He drops his head to my chest and groans, “I don’t like you flirting with other guys.”
His hips resume pumping up into me again, and my arousal is only intensified by the possessive tone of his voice. I bite my lip and slide up and down on his dick. “I wasn’t flirting,” I breathlessly snipe, realising sex isn’t going to fix all of our problems.
“Oh really? Then tell me, do you like it when I flirt with other girls?” His voice is moany as he power drives into me over and over, my arse bouncing on top of his balls.
“I couldn’t give a fuck,” I lie as he yanks down my top and pulls a hard nipple into his mouth. When he bites down, my hands drop from the roof and I claw my nails into his shoulders so hard, I’m sure they’ve ripped the fabric of his shirt.
The pain drives my arousal higher.
