Riptide (Renegades 6)

Zach had rounded the sofa and come up behind her. His warm hands stroked over her shoulders, down her arms, and snaked around her body. The words “leaving soon” evaporated on her tongue.

“Don’t try to fix something that’s not broken,” he murmured at her ear, his voice carrying a lusty rasp. His hands flattened on her belly and pulled her ass against his growing erection. “And this ain’t broken. It’s also not just sex.”

Her heart jumped. When she turned her head to read his expression, he grinned and said, “It’s amazing sex.”

Tessa rolled her eyes and huffed a laugh, but disappointment pinched her gut. Irrational disappointment. Maybe she was creating a problem where there wasn’t one. She lived her life by so many rules. Tonight, Zach had proven that there were other ways of getting results.

His hands slid down her belly, around her hips, and down the outsides of her thighs. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder while his fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt and slid it upward. “I can’t believe how hot this whole über-professional look makes me.”

As his hands rose on her thighs, she gripped the cushions of the sofa with both hands and tipped her head to lean it against his. “Me either. Sure doesn’t turn on anyone else.”

“Idiots with no imagination. And I know how red-hot you are underneath.”

His big, warm hands cupped her ass. He growled with approval and leaned over her, finding her mouth with his. As soon as his hungry tongue plunged between her lips, Tessa knew her control was as toasted as Sophia’s marshmallow. And as he squeezed and caressed her ass, Tessa promised herself she wouldn’t hold on to any fantasy of this happening again after she returned home. Promised herself she wouldn’t be jealous when he found the next woman in his life. Promised herself she wouldn’t allow her own feelings to hurt Sophia’s relationship with her father…

Sophia.

Tessa broke the kiss, fighting to clear the sexual haze. She darted a look at the bedroom door. It remained open just a couple of inches, and she sighed in relief. “Zach, Sophia’s—”

“Out like a rock.” He turned her to face him and lifted her butt to the back ledge of the sofa. “But feel free to watch the door.” He slid his fingers beneath the edge of her panties and lowered them over her hips, then dropped to his knees in front of her. He held her gaze as he spread her thighs. “My attention is needed elsewhere.”

Tessa’s fingers dug into the ledge at her hips. Her heartbeat spiked. “Zach…”

His gaze lowered to her body with a look so ravenous, her sex surged with need. Tessa glanced over her shoulder toward Sophia’s room and the still mostly closed door.

Then Zach’s mouth covered her. Heat and pressure shot sensation hip to hip. “Ah God.” Her eyes closed. Her back arched. Her head fell back. “Zach…”

He groaned, his mouth growing more aggressive, his tongue working her opening in the most erotic swaths and plunges. He sucked and nuzzled and licked and scraped until Tessa released the sofa with one hand to bury her fingers in his hair. “Fuck…”

Tessa’s chest tightened, her stomach clenched. She leaned into the hand against the sofa, lifting her hips toward the source of pleasure. When she opened her eyes, she found his already latched on to hers, his face buried between her legs, sucking and licking and making her head swim. His eyes were dark and hot, his expression blissfully hungry.

Tension coiled and coiled and coiled. He could take her from zero to orgasm in mere minutes. And not just any fleeting orgasm, but bone-deep pleasure that altered her view of life and reality. “Oh my God.”

He moaned against her and the sound shivered over her sex. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, pressing her open, giving him complete control.

“Fuck, Zach…” The orgasm rose like one of those pipeline waves he mastered, and he rode Tessa with his mouth as expertly as he rode the ocean—into a smooth, thrilling peak that shuddered through her so hard, her muscles clenched and bowed and quivered with ecstasy.

A sound erupted from her throat before she could catch it, but she cut it short by clenching her teeth and growling.

She floated on the bliss created in the wave of the release, her muscles lax, her body languid. Zach’s mouth softened and pulled away. He blew softly on her swollen, wet tissues, shooting tingles across her sex that made her moan a laugh. Releasing her thighs, he laid them on his shoulders and lifted his gaze to hers.

“I could eat you all night.”

His words pushed another rush of excitement straight between her legs while Tessa’s head was still spinning. She loosened her fingers and combed them through his hair. His fingers stroked her opening, sliding through her wetness and making her shiver. He brought those fingers to his mouth, sucking off her essence while his gaze held on hers, telling her he wanted lots more. While his fingers were still in his mouth, his other hand moved in, and two thick fingers plunged deep inside her.

Tessa drew a sharp breath as pressure and a fresh wave of excitement pulsed through her. His gaze lowered to her sex, watching his fingers penetrate and dig and manipulate. The eroticism of being splayed open at eye level while he controlled her pleasure intoxicated her.

“Zach…” she breathed his name. “God…”

“You know what I think?” he murmured, his fingers sliding smoothly in and out of her body. “I think you like letting go of control.” Tessa couldn’t speak. Her mind wouldn’t form a coherent thought, and her mouth wouldn’t form understandable words. Her body ruled her. Her need for the intense pleasure he delivered overwhelmed her. “I think you’ve spent so long controlling life and serving others”—his gaze lifted to hers and held—“that I think it turns you on to be controlled. To be served.”

Yes. God yes. All she managed was a groan of need.

“I’m going to serve you tonight, Tessa.” His voice was low and smooth, and the confident tone zinged excitement through her body. “I’m going to serve you and serve you and serve you until you cry for relief from the pleasure.” His fingers plunged deep and moved inside her, teasing, rhythmic pressure that created a hot ball of ecstasy at the center of her pelvis. One that grew and grew and grew until she writhed against his hand, needing more. Needing relief. “I’m going to take control, and I’m going to deliver.”

“Fuck, yes…” Her own hoarse whisper touched her ears and embarrassed her. But she couldn’t hold back. He made her insane.

His free hand traveled up her body, clutched her breast, and squeezed hard, matching the clench of his jaw as he growled under his breath. Then continued up her neck, under her hair, and around her nape, where he clasped on and tilted her head down. “Look at me, Tessa. Look at me while I serve you.”