“I want you,” she said between fervent kisses.
“I’m all yours, baby.” He nipped at her lower lip. “Only yours.”
“Tank,” she whispered, catching his full attention. “I want all of you.”
His eyes flamed. “Are you sure? I can wait.”
“I’m more than sure. Do you have protection?”
“Yes.” His lips covered hers slow and sweet, like he was making love to her mouth, which made her want to make love to him even more. “Baby…”
She could tell by the strain in his voice that he was struggling with something. She ran her hand down his side. “What is it?”
“You,” he said softly. “I’ve never felt like this before, and once we do this, once I know how it feels to be inside you, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again.”
Her heart swelled. “Then that makes two of us, because I haven’t been the same since our very first kiss.”
When he kissed her again, it felt different, more meaningful, more solid, sealing their confessions with a golden ribbon. He reached into his nightstand, fishing out a condom, and rose up on his knees. She ran her hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles flex as he tore the package open with his teeth. His hand circled his cock, giving it one slow stroke. She shuddered, as she did every time she saw him touch himself. It felt taboo, like their dirty little secret. She sat up and teased the broad crown of his cock with her tongue, earning a guttural moan, and ran her fingers over his balls as she lay back down.
His eyes narrowed. “You fucking destroy me.”
“That’s your fault,” she teased. “You showed me how you like to be touched, and I just happen to be an excellent student.” She dragged a finger down her body to her sex, the way she knew he liked to see, and said, “Sorry if I destroy you, but I’m pretty sure we’re about to put you back together again.”
“Jesus, baby. I’m crazy about you.”
He watched her watching him as he rolled on the condom. He was so well endowed, she should probably have been nervous, but she wasn’t. She knew he would be careful with her.
As he came down over her, she said, “I haven’t done this since before Junie was born.”
“I assumed that, baby.” He skimmed his hand down her thigh. “We’ll go slow.”
The head of his shaft nudged at her entrance as he lowered his mouth to hers. Their bodies came together with the gentleness of the wind and the unrelenting pressure of a mounting wave, until he was buried so deep, she felt him in every pore of her body. She wanted to freeze the moment, to memorize the feel of his heart thundering against hers, the weight of him bearing down on her, the warmth of his mouth loving hers.
He held her tighter. “Jesus…” he said. “Lee.”
She couldn’t speak, but she knew what he felt because she felt it, too, the pulse of need throbbing between them. She pressed her fingers into the back of his hips, and he slanted his mouth over hers in a merciless kiss. They began moving slow and careful, as her body adjusted and they found their rhythm. His every thrust brought a gasp of pleasure, a rock of her hips. Her mind was void of worry. There was no room for it when she was so full of them. He cradled her beneath him, her anchor in this stormy world, and took her harder, driving her deeper into the mattress, stroking over the secret spot that had her toes curling under and fire searing over her skin. Lust coiled hot and tight inside her. She tried to hook her heels behind his legs, but he was too big, and they slipped off. He grabbed her just below her knees, pushing her legs up and out, running his hands down her hips, then clinging tight as he thrust deeper, sending heat like wildfire up her chest and down her limbs. He was totally in control, loving her sensually and passionately, touching her like she was precious and just rough enough to heighten their every move.
Her head fell back. Delirious with desire, she clawed at his skin as he pumped and gyrated, grinding so exquisitely, desperate pleas fell from her lips. “More. Don’t stop.” Her emotions whirled and skidded as he catapulted her into a world of unrelenting pleasure.
When she finally floated down from the peak, he whispered sweet sentiments against her skin between tender kisses. His every word brought another rush of emotions as he loved her excruciatingly slowly and impossibly deep. Their bodies moved in perfect sync. He pushed his hands beneath her, angling her hips and moving in circles deep inside her, bringing gusts of pleasure as he hit that magical spot, then circled away, coming back time and time again until she anticipated it, cried out for it, needed it more than the air she breathed. An orgasm built, swelled, taunted just out of reach. Tank tightened his hold on her bottom as he thrust, sending a bolt of lightning through her.
“Again!” she pleaded.
He continued his masterful pursuit of her pleasure, taking her right up to the edge of a cliff, and held her there. Her body tingled from head to toe, his every thrust almost sending her over the edge, like a taunt of the very best kind. Just when she was sure she’d pass out from need, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, and torrents of pleasure tore through her, sending her body into a wild frenzy of thrusts and moans. Tank reared up, and with his next thrust, he abandoned all restraint, burying his face in her neck and gritting out her name as they spiraled into oblivion.
When they melted into the mattress, spent and sated, he gathered her in his arms, holding her tight as their slick bodies shuddered with aftershocks. He pressed his lips to hers, and everything felt different, lighter and heavier at once, as if he carried her burdens and her joy and she carried his, giving becoming one a whole new meaning.
Chapter Fifteen
“NO!” ROSIE CLUTCHED three plastic Halloween costume packages to her chest. Tears streaked her cheeks, and her lower lip protruded in a heart-wrenching pout. There were four other costume packages at her feet, and she wanted them all.
Leah didn’t remember costume shopping being this hard. They’d been at the store for more than an hour. Rosie wanted to be everything under the sun, and Junie didn’t like anything she saw. After showing Junie dozens of costumes, Leah asked her again what she wanted to be for Halloween, and Junie said Tank. Leah had found a little biker outfit with a fake leather vest, but Junie had refused that, too. At least she wasn’t crying.
Leah crouched in front of her frustrated littlest girl. “Rosie, you cannot be everything for Halloween.”
“I can!” she yelled so loud two other mothers looked over.
Great. Just what she needed. Pitying looks. She was glad Tank wasn’t witnessing this fiasco. He’d seen enough meltdowns to last a lifetime, although he never appeared overwhelmed by the girls’ moods. He’d planned to shop for costumes with them, but he’d gotten called into the firehouse last night when they were shorthanded. Leah had slept fitfully without him and had woken up with a weird feeling. Even though she hadn’t remembered having any bad dreams or premonitions, she’d texted Tank and asked him to be extra careful today, just in case. Now she was pretty sure that weird feeling had been a warning about Rosie’s meltdown and not something worse.
She took a deep breath and tried one more time. “I have an idea, Rosie Posey. How about if we let Junie wear one of the costumes you like? If you wear one and she wears one, that’s two of your favorites.” Assuming Junie was willing.