Page 13 of Coveted Justice

She wouldn’t deny what was true.

“You’re mad.”

“Yes. I wish I wasn’t. I don’t want to feel like this.”

“That’s why you can’t sleep. You’re fighting being angry instead of simply accepting that you feel that way. You have a right to feel what you feel, Maddie. It’s not a bad thing.”

“I don’t like being mad at my father.”

“I know you don’t but I think you need to let yourself be mad so you can work through it. Denying it isn’t helping you. At least not tonight it isn’t.”

“So I just let myself be mad?”

“Yes, and then you let me rub your shoulders. I can feel how tense you are just sitting here next to you.”

There was no way she was going to turn down a shoulder rub.

“If you think I’m going to argue with you, you’re wrong.” She slid off the couch and sat on the floor between his legs so he could easily reach. “I’m going to enjoy every minute of this, too.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t willing,” he said with a laugh. “Now relax and let me work my magic.”

It was pure sorcery. She didn’t know where Tanner had learned to massage sore muscles but within only a few minutes her neck was loosened up and she was softly moaning as he worked on a particularly tight shoulder.

His magic fingers were also making her warm. Very warm. She could feel a bar of arousal beginning in her abdomen with every tempting touch. She gasped when he hit a sensitive spot and she heard him chuckle behind her.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“I’m laughing at myself. How do I get in these predicaments? It’s my own fault. I should know better.”

Not having a clue what he was talking about, she turned to ask him, but when she saw him it was all clear. His boxers were tented, clearly showing his own arousal.

“I see that you are in quite the predicament,” she teased. “We should probably do something about that.”

“I know that you haven’t had a good night—“

“True,” she replied, cutting him off. “But I think that this is a great idea. In fact, you’ve managed to get me a little hot and bothered as well. It would be cruel to say no to me.”

His smile was as sexy as he was.

“When have I ever said no to you? And why would I? Come here, beautiful.”

She climbed up on his lap, rubbing herself against him. His hands were gripping her hips and his lips were currently tracing a wet path down her neck and over her shoulder where her oversized t-shirt had fallen.

“Tanner,” she sighed when his fingers trailed up her ribs and cupped her breasts, the thumbs brushing the already hard tips though the thin cotton fabric.

“Easy, honey,” he whispered, his lips close to her ear and his warm breath fanning out on her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It had been too long. With Amanda home this last week, they hadn’t had much private time together. They needed this.

“Now,” she breathed, her hand reaching down to grip him, her fingers encircling his hard length.

His lips covered hers as he eased her over him. She was glad she hadn’t bothered with panties as she lowered herself inch by inch until she was completely and deliciously filled. They were still for a long moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being this close to one another. She’d never get tired of this or him.

She wasn’t sure who moved first but they started slowly, their soft sighs loud in the silence, before building up more speed. Tanner had hiked up her nightshirt and taken a rosy bud into his mouth, worrying it gently with his teeth and making her want to scream with pleasure. He knew exactly what to do, and how to do it after all these years. Every single pleasure point she had he’d catalogued and committed to memory. He used that knowledge to drive her slowly out of her mind on a regular basis.

She had no complaints.

His tongue lapped at the diamond hard tip of her breast, and she arched her back as each stroke ran over all the sensitive spots inside with unerring accuracy. She could feel herself teetering on the brink, her nails digging into the flesh of his biceps as her arousal built, threatening to send her careening into the silvery stars.

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