Craving You

“Yes.”

“But you still want me.”

“Yes.”

“So clearly, caution’s going to get thrown out the window.”

“Tague—”

His mouth claimed hers. His tongue swept over hers, masterfully twisting and tangling.

In a heartbeat, Loralai was lost in the taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of him.

Her fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket. His strong arms were like a steel cage encircling her waist, crushing her to him as his tongue delved deeper, teased her senseless. Made her heart thunder and her pulse echo in her ears.

It was a scorching-hot free-fall of a kiss that went on and on.

Until she couldn’t breathe.

She tore her mouth from his, her chest heaving, her eyes wide.

“Jesus,” she said. “You could make me come with just a kiss.”

He gazed down at her, lust flaring in his midnight irises. “I intend to put much more effort into it than that.”

Loralai’s stomach flipped. She released his jacket and splayed her hands over his hard pecs at the opening of his shirt. His warm skin and solid muscles intensified the electric currents running rampant within her.

Maybe it wasn’t sane, but she needed to touch more of him.

Her fingers worked the buttons on the flap, down to his abdomen. Then she explored the corrugated grooves of his belly and the hard ledge of his chest. Eventually, she slid her hands around to his back. Reveled in the way the thick sinew flexed beneath her touch.

She wanted to be naked with him. Under him. On top of him. Didn’t matter. It’d be fantastic any way he fucked her. She didn’t doubt it for a second.

Tague captured her mouth in another soul-stealing kiss, just as he gripped the hem of her skirt and hitched it up a couple inches. His fingers twined with the thin strands of her thong and he pushed the lingerie downward so it dropped to the floor. He wedged his thigh between hers and Loralai rubbed against him, his pants creating an enticing bit of friction along her bare pussy.

Mostly, she felt his rigid muscles as she slowly rode him.

Breaking the kiss, he said, “You’re wet again.”

He could feel her through the material…and it appeared to excite him.

One hand palmed her breast and caressed roughly. Lightning zapped her. His other hand moved to her hip, then glided around to her ass. The tips of his fingers stroked her cleft, back and forth. Taunting and teasing her.

Then a finger eased into her pussy from behind. Her body jerked and her inner muscles clenched him tight.

“It’ll be a snug fit when my cock’s inside you,” he ground out as he thrust deeper, making her gasp. His finger slid out and rimmed her anus, coating it. “Here, too.”

“Tague,” she muttered helplessly. A weak protest because she wanted him. Yet it unnerved her to know how much. So his name falling from her lips was really more of a plea for him to satisfy her.

And he knew it.

His index finger sank into the small hole. “Feel me.”

She did. More than she’d ever felt anything so acutely before.

And called out his name.

Tague’s lips slid over her throat, his teeth gently biting.