He grinned, a shiverlicious kind of grin that made a woman want to just eat his lips up. Not to mention other parts of his body.

The quilt moved slowly away from her, revealing her an inch at a time as she watched the blue dildo come closer.

“Do you know what really turned me on?” he asked her.

“What?” It wasn’t a question, it was a whimper of hunger and she knew it.

“Watching your tongue curl over it after you came, tasting yourself.”

She was shaking. Her hands, her lips—her entire body was shaking. God, she had never been so excited in her life as she was watching him press that dildo closer until it touched her mouth.

Her tongue peeked out, licking over the fake head as his gaze locked with hers.

“I can smell how hot you are.” He moved closer, his other hand flattening on her stomach before sliding slowly upward and tucking between her breasts.

“All those years I watched you in your bed, alone and with your lovers, you want to know what I saw?”

She shook her head. She didn’t want to know.

“You were never satisfied. You wanted to be. You tried to be.”

“Not true.” She was not abnormal. She had always climaxed.

“Very true.” He pressed the dildo to her lips, his eyes narrowing as they parted, accepting the toy. “I saw your eyes. That’s what I watched, Scheme, when you were with those men, your eyes. And I saw a woman desperate to find that final certain something. That orgasm that went all the way to the gut.”

Her eyes widened.

The dildo slipped free of her lips, only to draw a wicked, damp path down her chin, between her breasts, then along her stomach.

“On your back,” he whispered. “Let me give you a taste.”

Common sense screamed no. Yet she was turning, moving to her back, fighting to breathe as carnal, wicked lust filled the room with its heavy scent.

“There we go, pretty girl,” he purred, stroking the dildo on her thighs. “Now open up just a little bit for me.”

Her thighs parted.

“Little bit more, darlin’.”

They were both breathing hard now, their gasping breaths filling the air around them.

She spread her legs further.

“Mmm. Those pretty curls are beaded with the sweetest juice.” His eyes locked between her thighs; his hand trailed the dildo over the saturated area.

It skimmed her clit as she lifted closer, watching his expression. It was tight, savage, bordering on animal lust as the head of the dildo tucked between the swollen folds of her pussy.

“Bend your knees. I want to watch it go in.”

She bent her knees, lifting closer as Tanner slid between them. She hadn’t expected that, but she really didn’t care as long as the horrible, aching hunger in her womb went away.

His nostrils flared as he drew the scent of her in.

Tucking the dildo against the desperate entrance to her sex, he pressed slowly inside.

“Oh God. Tanner.” She shook her head, her eyes wide, locked on the sight of the erotic toy pressing inside her.

She was so wet it didn’t take the usual three tries to get it in.

“Damn, you’re tight.” He pulled it back, ignoring her little cry before pressing forward again. “I’m thicker.” He grinned up at her with carnal intent. “Longer.” The dildo pressed deeper inside her. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Hell no. Not if she had a choice.

She shook her head frantically.

Pausing, he stared back at her. “What do you want, pretty girl?”

“I want you to stop playing.” Okay, this was the point of no return. “Fuck me or get the hell away from me.”

The dildo slid free before being tossed away, in which direction she didn’t really care.

“All you had to do—”

She didn’t let him finish the sentence. He was on his knees, the lickable length of his cock spearing out before him, flushed, sun-kissed gold, heavily veined and mouthwateringly engorged.

She had reached the end of her patience. She wanted a taste.

“Scheme.” There was that growly thing again. He had to know it just made her wetter. But that was okay; she intended to make him harder. If possible. She doubted it was possible, but she was sure as hell going to try.

She went to her knees, spreading her legs and bracing against the mattress as she leaned forward and enveloped the head of his cock in her mouth.

His taste exploded on her tongue. Rich, male, earthy. Like a storm. Like a mountain lake on a summer night. He tasted like pure male ecstasy.

“Fuck. Damn.” His hands clenched in her hair. “Hot little mouth. Sweet, hot little mouth.”

She tightened her lips on him, sucking greedily. One hand gripped his cock just below her lips, not that her fingers could surround him, but she could stroke, while her opposite palm cradled the hard sac below.

“Beautiful. So damned pretty,” he groaned, his hips rotating, moving, thrusting against her lips in tight, hard strokes.

She expected to weaken him. Get a guy’s cock in your mouth and that was what usually happened to him. But not Tanner. A second later she felt a stinging, highly erotic slap on the cheek of her ass. A second later, the opposite cheek.

Her mouth was filled with the bulging head of his cock, her excited little squeal coming out as a strangled scream as he struck again.

She might like that a little too much, her common sense warned her.

She wanted more, the hormonal inner slut screamed out. Oh yeah, way more.

His hand landed again, right there on the rounded part of her cheek where the flesh was so sensitive, where the sensations could streak through her nerve endings, attacking not just her clit, but the tender, nerve-laden entrance to her rear.

She lifted to him, feeling deliciously wicked, sexy.

“You like that, don’t you, my little Schemer?”

Like? Like? That was supposed to describe this?

She screamed around his cock as his hand landed again. Then she rewarded him. She sucked him to the back of her throat, swallowed, massaged her tongue on the underside of his shaft and moaned at the erotic pleasure of it.

“Damn you.” His voice was strangled.

Tightening further, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs were corded now, standing out in taut relief, rippling powerfully beneath his golden flesh.

His hand smoothed down her rear then tucked lower and two broad fingers pressed inside her.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, she chanted silently. Deeper. Just deeper. Just all the way to the interesting little spot…

Her eyes widened, her lips and tongue drawing on his cock desperately as Tanner’s fingers found that spot and he rubbed.

The other hand tangled in her hair, pulled as she resisted, and sent flames whipping over her.

More. Just more. She was dying now.

She worked her mouth over the head of his cock greedily as his fingers retreated from her aching pussy, smoothed back, returned to the dripping opening, teased, pulled back. It took a second to understand. Just a second before one of those strong, long fingers pressed into the ultrasensitive entrance of her ass.

She tore her mouth away from his erection. She had to breathe. She had to.

“I want that pretty ass,” he whispered. “I want to cover you and sink inside it. I’ll remember the hollow look of dissatisfaction when I saw you taking it from another man, for all of two seconds—until I hear you scream for more. I’m going to show you what you should have received the first time.”

His finger retreated. Panting, desperate for air, Scheme pressed her head into his thigh, whimpering, insensible as his finger pressed deeper inside her.

“Mmm, you like that.” It wasn’t a question.

Hell yes, she liked it. It was wicked. Forbidden.

This was sex the way she had always fantasized about. Lacking self-recrimination, no doubts, no fears beyond the one that he would stop.

He bent over her. The sound of the bedside drawer opening barely pierced her consciousness or intruded on the sensations ripping up her back. His finger wasn’t still. It didn’t thrust or raid, it rubbed, the calloused pad rasping over tissue so delicate that she shuddered with the pleasure.

Nothing mattered—spies, blood, death—fuck it. Nothing mattered now except this. Here. Now. Just this.

CHAPTER 8

The way beneath his little Schemer’s defenses was her pleasure. He sensed it, knew it. The years he had spent watching her, he had felt it to the soles of his feet. She needed mindless pleasure, the kind that gets in your gut and turns you inside out because it’s too damned good to be borne. The kind that makes you weak in the knees, makes your mind shut down and your nerve endings sing. And he was going to give it to her.

She had known pleasure. She had known release. But she hadn’t known the gut-wrenching, soul-searing fulfillment that came from having her needs sated, fulfilled. He intended to sate every hunger she had ever known. He intended to show her hungers she had never known she could possess.

It wasn’t about the act, or acts, she had participated in. She had pushed her own boundaries, had explored her sensuality, only to find that the tease was more exciting, the promise much more tempting than the actual act.

Until now.

Now he would show her exactly what she had been missing. A man who understood her hungers, her needs and her pleasures. A man willing to lose himself in them with her.

It wasn’t about control. It wasn’t about submission. It was about feeling, from the inside out, feeling the radiance of complete satisfaction.

Sliding the tube of lubricating jelly from the bedside drawer, he straightened on his knees once more and slid his finger from the ultra tight clasp her rear had on it.

“No. Don’t stop.” Her hips lifted to him.

Damn that was a tempting ass. So softly rounded. So damned pretty when it blushed.

His hand descended, laying a sharp little caress to her rear as she shuddered in response. She liked that. Liked the biting pleasure/pain, the sharper sensations as her arousal grew.

She lifted to him again. Her shoulders coming off the bed, struggling to support her weight as she fought to regain a measure of control.

“Stay there.” He pressed her back to the mattress. She didn’t need control right now. She needed release. She needed him.

His hand smoothed over her ass again.

God, she had the prettiest butt. Rounded and creamy, though blushing now from the erotic little spanking he had given her.

He flipped the top open on the lubricating jelly and spread a line along his fingers, grimacing at the hunger eating at him. God, he needed to fuck her. He had to fuck her or he was going to die from the hunger.

Laying the tube aside, he used one hand to part the rounded cheeks of her rear before preparing the tiny entrance for a deeper caress. He smeared the gel over the opening, pressed the tip of one finger against it, smiled tightly, then added the second finger.

And she took him. She opened up like a dream, taking the penetration, begging for it.

Her back bowed. Her cry echoed around him. The scent of her pussy had his mouth watering and his dick jerking in demand.

A hard, gravelly growl left his throat as his fingers slid inside her, feeling the tender muscles tighten around them as her hips jerked back, driving him deeper.

He twisted his wrist, rotating his fingers in the little hole. The scent of her arousal was invading his brain now. He could smell nothing else. Taste nothing else.

Gripping his cock, Tanner moved closer.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he snarled. “Ask for it.”

“Damn you!”

“Ask for it.”

He couldn’t take her without it. He wouldn’t take her without it.

“Tanner, please.”

He pushed his fingers deeper, scissored them, felt her shudder.

“Ask me for it, Scheme.”

“I hate you!” she snarled.

“You want me.” He pressed his other hand between her thighs, feeling the saturated curls before he ran his fingers around her straining clit. “Now ask me for it.”