Page 12 of Beyond the Rules
“Not at the moment, and not really good, like I can.” His hands cupped my breasts in unison; his thumbs strummed my nipples. “You know, Nina,” he murmured softly. “You were tossing and turning last night,moaning.”
A little moan escaped me now. “Did you staywithme?”
“All night,sweetheart.”
Beneath his hands’ maddening touch, my heart swelled up with the sheer warmthofhim.
“I watched you sleep.” His fingers glided over my skin and his lips edged along the ridge of my shoulder, planting soft little kisses. “Your dreams were hot and heavy, the kind that probably made you want to get off as soon as your eyes opened.” His lips climbed up the side of my neck and pressed against the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I think you want me to touch you now. Am Iright?”
I met his eyes. He knew all of that just from watching mesleep?
“This is probably a very bad idea,” I murmured, fighting off my body’senthusiasm.
“How about you turn off the shields?” Tanner suggested. “You need this. And what about following that wise reminder on yourwrist?”
I turned my wrist and considered my tattoo. There was a reason why it was there, to remind me that life was not all bad. Tanner seemed to be doing the samething.
“So…” His eyes sparkled like translucent jade. “What is itgonnabe?”
“Um…” I hesitated, but a heady, bubbly sense of excitement began to take over, as if my blood had been infused with carbonation, my body had been shaken, and my cork was about to pop off. “Would you think I’m a total weirdo if Isayyes?”
“No way,” he said. “If you said yes, you’d only be confirming that you run on the hot side of the equation and you wake up needy and ready for pleasure in themorning.”
“You’re very perceptive.” When he stroked my nipples like that, it was as if he was also stroking my clit, as if those three knots of need were all in tune and interconnected. If he kept at it, I was going to get off from nipple stimulationalone.
“Nothing wrong with running hot,” he murmured low and husky against my ear. “I know we’ve just met and this is—well—kind of personal, but I’m game. Howaboutyou?”
Yeah, he was a healer at heart, a natural caregiver and sexy as hell. So what if I didn’t believe in instant attraction or love at first sight? My father’s betrayal and my mother’s meltdown had taught me that all that stuff was a sham. But I didn’t want to think about that right now. I did believe in sex as a stress reliever and Tanner had volunteered. Instinctively, I trusted him, a rare occurrence. And right now, with my hands out of commission, he was my only way to deal with my massive horny. So I went for it. I bent my knees, braced my feet and parted my legsforhim.
“That’s it.” He slid his hand between my legs and cupped my pussy, a strong, possessive hold, gentle and intimate. He took his time, tracing my labia down the middle part with confident fingers, then reversing directions, pressing into the fold. He edged my opening, teasing and stimulating the sensitive spot that was currently demanding the attention of every nerve in my body. Those same bold, square fingers followed the lines of the short, thickset petals that flowed from my inner lips to my sensitive clit, which throbbed as he circled itslowly.
“Oh, my God, Tanner. You’re like…gifted.”
“Nice little clit you’ve got here.” He forked two fingers at either side of my bud and slid them up and down in a caress that had me hissing with pleasure. “If you weren’t under water, I’d want to nurse on it, suck and suckle until youscream.”
I wanted to screamrightnow.
His lips glided up and down my exposed throat. He caressed my hair with one hand and stroked my clit with the other. One of his fingers separated from the others and, leaving his thumb to strum my tight little knob, gently slid in on the wake of my inner moisture. I arched against his hand, sending a surge of water overtheedge.
“More?”hesaid.
“Oh, yes, please.” I moaned when he added another finger, which my pussy swallowed with a satisfying gulp. “Oooh,Tanner…”
This guy? He was in perfect tune with me. He knew his way around my pussy, a gift in a penis-centered world. I curled my hips and added thrust to his fingers, breasts sticking out of the water, nipples stiff in the air like the granite peaks that surrounded us. It wasn’t only my chest heaving and my breaths coming in gasps. Tanner’s breaths came out ragged too, as if in doing me, he was also doinghimself.
“Can I kiss you?” he rasped. “Can I pleasekissyou?”
I opened my eyes and found his face only a few inches away from mine, eyes wide, pupils bright, gaze fast on me.Today’s allwe’vegot.
“Oh, yeah.” I surged up and brushed my lips over his luscious mouth. “You can kiss me, anytime, anywhere, so no need to askagain.”
His mouth swooped down on me, nimble, hungry, passionate. His lips captured mine and his tongue filled me with his flavors, a wallop of coffee, brisk forests and man—hungry, horny man. He reached across my shoulder and settled his hand on my breast, kneading my sensitive flesh as he squeezed my nipple and thrust his fingers fasterinsideme.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I want it. Give ittome.”
His touch was so good, so perfect and on target that I exploded upon request. And then pleasure, total and supreme, as the orgasm swept over me in one long, crashing wave, and my cries echoed in thecanyon.
When I came back from wherever the hell I went, Tanner leaned over me, holding me up in the tub, planting kisses along my temple. “Yours has to be the sexiest orgasm I’ve ever had the pleasure ofwatching.”