I took a step back and folded my arms. “If he found out…”
“I know.”
“So, why? Is this some sick ‘you want me because you can’t have me’ thing?”
“No, Sloane.”
I raised a brow. I’d buy that maybe I was the woman he’d been talking about. I’d also buy that he’d wanted me for a long time. I’d certainly wanted him long before my prom. But that didn’t change the fact that Tackle was betraying my brother. We both were, but it felt worse to me that he was.
“We can’t. Never again. Knox will never forgive us.”
“Can you really walk away that easily?”
“Don’t,” I said when he took a step closer to me.
“You don’t want me, Sloane? You don’t want to feel me deep inside you? Feel my lips on you? My tongue?”
When his tone changed from needy to demanding, I wanted him so much more.
“Admit it.”
How bad would it be if I just had sex with him one more time? The damage had already been done. Whether it happened once, twice, or ten times, Knox would still flip out. “I do,” I whispered.
Tackle put one arm around me and kissed my neck. “From the time I woke up in the hospital in Columbia until our plane landed in DC, I’ve thought about this.” He snaked his hand under my sweater and covered my breast with it. “And then you left before I could get a second taste.”
He kissed me, hard and deep. His fingers toyed with my nipple. That alone made me feel like I was about to come out of my skin. My breasts were so sensitive I could barely stand his touch while, at the same time, every pinch was like a zinger straight to my clit.
“Do you know how I felt when I came out of the bathroom and you were gone?”
I shook my head, unable to think, let alone speak. When he pulled my sweater up, I lifted my arms so he could take it off. When he reached around, unfastened my bra, and removed it with his teeth, I swooned.
“You’re not leaving again, Sloane. If I have to, I’ll tie you to the bed until I’ve had my fill of you.” He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom just like he had the first time. He kissed me, and I kissed him back—also in the same way we had that day.
He set me on the mattress, removed my boots, my socks, and finally, my pants. I lay there in nothing but my panties, watching him undress. Before taking off his jeans, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of condoms.
“Pretty sure of yourself,” I muttered.
Tackle dropped his pants and crawled onto the bed. “When it comes to you, Sloane, the last thing I am is sure of myself.” He spread my legs and moved between them. “In fact, the only two things I’m sure of are how much I want you and how determined I am to get what I want.”
When he moved my panties to the side and brought his mouth to my pussy, I jolted. I gripped his hair when he licked through my folds, and he looked up at me. “Sloane, has anyone done to you what I’m doing now?”
I raised my head to look at him and shook it.
“Good.”
He took his time, swirling his tongue around and around my clit. When he sucked the hard little nub into his mouth, lightly nipping it with his teeth, then thrust two long fingers inside me and curled them, I went off like a rocket. “Oh my God,” I screamed, unable to stop spasming as he drew out my orgasm until I thought I’d black out from pure ecstasy. My body shook with pleasure, not having realized anything could feel this wicked good.
He slowed his movements as though he was gently bringing me back down to earth. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known Tackle would be an amazing lover. Maybe that was part of the reason I’d waited.
He moved up my body and brought his mouth to mine. I tried to turn my head away, but he held me still. “I want you to taste yourself on me, Sloane.”
His kiss was gentle at first, but then became more heated as moans continued to emanate from my chest.
“I’m going to teach you to bring me pleasure with your mouth too, but not yet. First, I need to fuck you, Sloane. Do you want that?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”