Soft. Plump. A perfect fit for his palm.
She moaned, and he felt a shudder tear through her.
He kneaded her gently and drew all five of his fingers up the crest of her breast to pluck at the hard peaked tip. Crying out, she threw her head against the cushions. He went for her throat, kissing and sucking until she writhed. Christ, he wanted to see her undone for him, dewy with pleasure and her skin glowing from his touch.
He wanted to see his cock glistening with her juices.
Rocking his hips into hers, he drew a louder moan from her this time. And again. She gripped his shoulders. “Rob!”
“You never call me that.” He captured her mouth again. Plunged his tongue in and out in a mimicry of how he’d fuck her pussy. His erection throbbed for release, but thank God he had control.
“I want you in my bed. Do you understand what that means, Cat?”
The confusion on her pretty face stole some of his steam. She shook her head.
He stared down into her eyes. “Once I touch you—really touch you—we can’t go back. We stop now, we can pretend this never happened and go back to being friends. But once I claim your body, we won’t be friends anymore—we’ll be lovers. There’s no coming back from that.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “I know that, Rob. I still want it.”
Without realizing how tense he was waiting for her response, he relaxed now. Gathering her up into his arms, he lifted her and carried her to his bed.
The feel of Tank’s stubbled jaw and rough hands moving over her skin set Catarina on fire. She couldn’t think of why she never thought to let him touch her this way before. Now, she couldn’t think of a thing she wanted more.
As he snaked out his tongue to lap at her cleavage, her breaths came faster. “Please,” she heard herself say, closing her fingers in his hair.
Soft, so soft—yet hard and rough-edged at the same time. The man was a mystery. One of the most tenderhearted men she’d ever known and yet he could crush a person with diabolical strength.
She sucked in sharply as he dipped his tongue into her bra cup. With her top off and his hands scorching over her torso, she only wanted more. She watched him move his lips across her breast to the straining point under the thin cup of her bra.
He slipped his hand around her spine to her bra clasp. Suddenly, her bra fell away, and he wasted no time in shoving it off her.
“Jesus Christ. You’re beautiful,” he breathed out.
Shivers coursed through her. Arching her spine, she offered herself up to him.
With a fierce growl, he cupped her breast and swallowed the aching bud in one move. She cried out and lost herself to his burning lips and tongue as he pulled on her nipple. Then grazed it with his teeth.
“Oh God. Rob!” She’d always thought of him as Rob. Tank was what she called him, sure, but everybody did. Now it felt totally normal for her to cry out his name while in the throes of bliss.
He teased her bud, plucking it with his lips and teeth, stroking it with his tongue, drawing it up tight. Her pussy clenched and a deep throb in her core alerted her to the fact that she hadn’t felt pleasure like this in…well, forever.
Cupping her other breast, he drew the tip to his mouth and bathed it with the same attention as the first. She shuddered and curled her fists into the covers of his bed. It smelled like him—musk, leather and the cologne she’d helped him pick out at the Mersey Drugstore. Not one of the most popular scents like the ones that men always went for, and it suited him perfect.
She tipped her head down and watched him linger over her breasts, loving them with his kisses and licks that sent her to the verge of screaming for him to thrust his cock into her.
This is my friend. My best friend.
About to be my lover. If I stop him now, we’re still only friends.
But she didn’t want to put a stop to any of it. If anything, she wanted to dive in deeper.
Bringing her hands up, she dug her fingers into his thick, soft hair and dragged him in. He sucked her nipple until her eyes rolled up in her head. He moved his hands down her waist and found the button of her jeans. How unfair that he got to take her clothes off while he remained fully dressed in T-shirt and the low-slung, worn jeans that were her favorite.
Breathing in hard pants, she drank in each flick of his tongue and stroke of his callused fingertips over her skin. He worked her button loose and eased the zipper down.
Suddenly, he raised his head and pierced her in his gaze. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to eat your pussy.”
A thrill hit her system like a bolt of lightning. She almost swallowed her tongue and found nothing to say in response to those hot, dirty words.
He dropped his head again, moving down her breasts to her ribs, making her arch upward, and then to her lower belly.
When he scraped his rough bearded chin downward, he shimmied her jeans and panties down in one bulk of fabric. Somewhere along the way, she’d kicked off her shoes. He helped her fold one knee up and slipped the jeans off her ankle. Then the other.
She shivered at the cool air on her skin as well as his smoldering gaze as he looked at her naked for the first time.
He closed his eyes and slowly opened them. “I’m not fucking dreaming.”
Her heart flexed. “No. You’re not.” She let her thighs fall apart to reveal her slick center. Settled in her wet folds, her clit was hard and throbbing.
“Hell.” He lay down between her legs with his head positioned at her center. When he dragged in a deep breath, her belly dipped with wanting. “Beautiful. So wet. I never thought…” He broke off, battling with words she never heard because the next second, he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
She grabbed for his shoulders and rocked her hips to get closer to that exquisite, mind-blowing heat. He slipped his tongue up and down her folds, dragging it oh-so-slowly to her soaking entrance, where he dipped his tongue inside briefly before moving up to suck her nubbin into his mouth.
She screamed out in ecstasy. Every lash of his tongue and each circle he drew over her trembling flesh pulled her to the very edge of sanity. Why hadn’t she seen how much he cared? Why hadn’t she ever added everything up—all the comforting words he provided, the times he refused to let her alone with her sadness after a breakup—to realize that he cared for her?
Maybe even more than cared for. That glow in his eyes was something she only saw in movies.
Her inner thighs shook. He spread them wider and she felt the tip of one thick finger probe her entrance. Clenching her muscles, she waited for the invasion of a finger.
“Please!”
He didn’t tease or hesitate even one second—he thrust his finger deep into her pussy. Her walls tightened around it, gripping him even as he pulled it free and plunged it in a second time, fucking her as he sucked her clit and rumbled with pleasure he got from doing these things to her.
She bucked into his hand. As her buttocks dropped to the mattress, he caught her in his free hand, suspending her. Holding her in place as he shoved a second finger inside her.
With hands as big as his, two fingers might as well be a small man’s cock. It left her wondering what she was getting into once they got down to the actual deed, but her pussy drenched his fingers as if begging for more.
He stabbed both fingers high into her and stroked her in a spot that had her twisting and turning in his hold to get more of the same.