He gripped her waist, holding her still as he switched to the other side and gave it equal sensual treatment. As he devoured her breasts, he reached around and unzipped her skirt, which pooled around her knees. He released her nipple with a pop, then helped her out of the rest of her clothes, lay down on the bed, looked at her beautifully naked body.
“Straddle me,” he said, eager to get a taste of her. Frankly he wanted to fuck her, but even he needed a few minutes to catch his breath.
She placed her legs on either side of his waist and he chuckled. “Not what I meant, sweetheart,” he said and crooked his finger toward her.
Eyes opened wide, she shimmied upward, sliding forward as he continued to coax her farther until she was positioned where he wanted her, over his mouth. Grasping her thighs, he urged her to lower herself and she did, so he could swipe his tongue over her sex. Her taste turned him on and he felt the tingling in his cock. Yeah, he’d be ready in no time. Meanwhile, he was going to take her on a ride.
He slid his tongue over her again and she moaned and gave in, dropping her body lower so he could devour her. And he did. As he licked, sucked, and slid his tongue over and around, she rocked herself against him, grinding her sweet pussy against his mouth. She must have been primed and ready because it didn’t take long before he recognized the telltale signs she was close.
Her body trembled, a low, throaty groan echoed around him, and she shook as he stiffened his tongue and thrust inside her. She cried out, her body tightened, and her inner muscles contracted around him as she came, her soft cries of pleasure combined with calling his name.
He waited until she’d ridden out her climax, then lifted her up and off him and rolled her to her back, coming over her, his cock stiff and aching. Unable to wait another second, he slid into her, her wetness making it a smooth glide as he entered her completely.
The second he was inside her, he knew. From the intimacy of bare skin to bare skin to the incredible way she felt around him… “Fuck. Condom.” He immediately pulled out, cursing himself. He never screwed around without one.
Not that anything he felt for Scarlett was remotely like the cold, distant sex he’d grown used to before her.
“Come back. I’m on the pill,” she said, moaning at the loss.
He met her gaze and something warm and wonderful passed between them. “I’m clean. I’ve been tested since the last time I… Well, I just know I’m safe. But are you sure?” Because he knew from that one pass inside her, sex without a barrier between them meant more.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and nodded. “I’m sure.”
He pushed back into her, taking his time. Now that he was aware, he wanted to savor every second of this first time. And it really did feel different. Her inner walls clasped him tight and he groaned.
“Fuck, Scarlett, you feel like heaven.” He raised his hips and pulled out before gliding home again.
Her eyes glazed over. “Do that again,” she said in a sexy, husky voice.
Bracing his hands beside her, he slid out and in, her heady moan not only encouraging him to keep up the motion but arousing him to the point of desperation. He began to thrust into her, over and over, a constant arch of his back and slam of his hips.
She raised her legs and hooked them around his back, the position enabling him to take her harder and deeper with each pass. She was with him every step of the way, her body in sync with his, her slick wetness coating his cock.
He’d never felt emotion during sex. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever felt anything like this before in his life. This woman had a vise-like grip on his heart as strong as the one she currently had on his dick. Which meant she had the power to break him, he thought.
Before he could panic over that, she began to shake around him, her climax sudden and clearly huge. He let her ride out the waves before giving in to his own, the rush of feeling that poured through him in that moment overwhelming.
* * *
The next morning, Scarlett and Tanner showered separately, agreeing that if they walked into the room together, she’d never get to work on time. Because she’d already been up all night having the best sex of her life.
It had been more than just sex, she thought, as she stepped into the steaming shower and began to wash, using his masculine-smelling soap. She mentally tacked a trip to the store to buy her own brand of products onto her to-do list because she couldn’t go around smelling like Tanner. As much as she liked being wrapped in his familiar, musky scent.