“Don’t you have work?” She raised an eyebrow. “Work that involves you spending evenings at the club?”
“I would if something else didn’t take priority. Like your safety. I have partners who are more than willing to step in. I did it for Jason when he needed to be with Faith.”
She darted her tongue out and licked his finger, his cock perking up at the not-so-innocent gesture. “You’re making it very difficult to say no to you.”
“Only because I’m so tempting,” he said with a grin. “And because our first couple of times were so hot you’re dying for a repeat performance.”
She smiled, clearly having relaxed around him. “Someone’s getting cocky.”
“Because someone’s not saying no.”
She stepped forward and laced her arms around his neck, pulling him close until his erection rubbed against her. “That’s because you’re a hard man to turn down, Mr. Grayson.”
He grinned and lifted her into his arms.
“Tanner! What are you doing?” she squealed holding on to his neck.
“Settling you in my room,” he said as he started up the stairs. “I’ll come back for your bag.” Right now he wanted to focus on getting her into his bed.
Once in his room, he deposited her on the mattress with a bounce and she grinned. Climbing to her knees, she pushed herself to the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans, popping them open and unzipping his fly.
He stilled as she proceeded to wriggle his pants down over his hips and thighs, taking his boxer briefs along with them, freeing his cock. He was so fucking hard, pre-come seeped from the head.
“Come lie down,” she said, gripping him in her fist and pumping her hand up and down, causing him to groan.
But she scooted backwards and he did as she said, stretching himself out on the bed. “You’re going to kill me before we get started.”
“You’ll enjoy it though.” She bent her head and licked his shaft and an electric current seemed to run through him as his body jerked at her wet touch. Then she opened her mouth and took him inside.
He slid his hands into her hair, doing his best to watch her sexy lips moving over his dick. He wrapped the long strands around his hand and tugged as she sucked him deep into her mouth. The suction felt so good his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and he closed them, giving himself over to her sexy ministrations. But he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking, pushing himself deeper into her mouth with every pass.
Heaven couldn’t come close to what he was experiencing now. As one of her hands ran up and down his cock, her mouth followed. His dick was bathed in warm, wet heat and pulsing waves of desire washed over him. This might as well have been the first blow job he’d ever had the way his body was reacting so quickly. For damn sure it was the best, and he knew it was because it was Scarlett’s lips sucking him deep. Nothing had ever felt as good.
He was lost in sensation, aware of only the pulsing in his dick that told him he was seconds away from coming. His balls drew up and his spine tingled, both warning signs. This time he tugged at her hair for a different reason, to warn her. But instead of releasing him, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him harder and faster until his climax hit with unreal force as pleasure rocked him to his core. And she kept up with him, swallowing as his orgasm peaked and finally ended, leaving him wrecked in the best possible way.
He released his tight hold on her hair and ran his fingers through the strands as she lifted her head and met his gaze, a satisfied smile on her wet, swollen lips.
“C’mere,” he said in a gruff voice.
She scooted up into the crook of his arm and he pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself as he thrust his tongue into her eager mouth. Gratitude felt stupid but that’s what he was. Grateful for what she’d given him. She’d showed him that she accepted him, all of him, who he’d been and who he was now.
He pulled back, meeting her gaze. “That was fucking amazing.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” She grinned.
“Someone’s pleased with herself.”
She laughed, then pushed herself up to a sitting position and began to strip out of her clothes. She lifted her camisole off and tossed it to the floor. Her lacy bra followed.
And though she reached for the button on the back of her skirt, he sidetracked her, sitting up and capturing one nipple between his teeth.
“Aaah.” She moaned as he tugged, then pulled that same tight bud into his mouth and licked, nibbled, and lapped at her until her hips were making unwitting circular motions, desire getting the best of her.