“Taz—”
But before she could finish the thought, his hands cupped her face and his lips were on hers. Hard, intense and mind-melting, the kiss wasn’t fair. Then again, when had fair ever felt so fucking good?
This was where they clicked, where they’d always fit perfectly. She couldn’t fight against it because in her heart of hearts she knew she didn’t want to—and that’s what scared her most of all. So she gave in. Just one last moment of madness, what harm was there in a final kiss?
Taz’s growl of triumph reverberated against her overheated skin as he traced a line of fire across the curve of her jaw and down the column of her throat. The prickle of his short beard against the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck made her knees weak and she moaned his name.
“Do you really think this is all there is between us, Kitten?” he murmured as his talented fingers found their way to her pants, making fast work of the button and zipper before shoving them down a few inches. “Is that why you were tugging on my jeans, looking at me with those big brown eyes and making me think of how good my cock looks with your lips wrapped around it? Where you trying to school me?”
Any protest her still-angry side may have uttered was overwhelmed by the sensation of his thick, calloused fingers sliding underneath the elastic of her panties. With her jeans still on, he didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver, but he made the most of it with a deft touch against her hard clit, a smooth stroke through her slick folds and a teasing dip inside her aching core.
“If it was just sex, would you be this slick already?” He curled his finger, circling her opening, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. “No. Your lips are all plump and juicy because you trust me, because you know me.”
No. He was wrong. He had to be wrong.
Bianca fought to maintain her emotional distance. This had been her lesson to teach him, but he’d flipped the script. “You get me wet,” she managed to pant out. “Do you want a prize?”
“That depends.” He slid a second finger inside her, drawing them up on either side of her inner lips until the tips barely touched her clit and delving back down until they were buried inside her, filling her up. “Are you the prize?”
She couldn’t answer beyond a strangled moan. The pressure was too much and not enough. He took her right to the edge and backed off. Over and over he caressed her, the tightness of the space only accentuating every sensation as she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning loud enough to alert everyone else on the plane to what was going on.
“Always so soft and wet for me—not for just any guy who you wanted—for me.” He increased the speed and pressure on all her sensitive spots, playing her body in the way only he could.
Ignoring sanity’s last whispers, she gave in to the feeling of Taz touching her, teasing her and taking her higher.
He nipped her earlobe, the quick snip of pain only magnifying the pleasure elsewhere. “You’re on the edge already, aren’t you, Kitten?”
And she was, her body tightening with every brush of his finger against her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. The line between misery and ecstasy blurred and disappeared as the vibrations in her thighs crescendoed, the pressure in her core peaked and her climax hit hard enough to snap her spine straight and whip her head forward.
She buried her face in his shoulder to muffle her cry of pleasure, holding tight to his shirt to keep from falling at Taz’s feet in a post-orgasmic pool of satisfaction.
“Even as good as that was, and as much as I love hearing you come, there’s more to us than just orgasms.” He pulled away, breathing hard and with his eyes dark with lust and something more. “We aren’t together because the sex is so fucking good. The sex is unbelievable because we’re together. We may not know all of each other’s secrets but don’t you ever
But before she could finish the thought, his hands cupped her face and his lips were on hers. Hard, intense and mind-melting, the kiss wasn’t fair. Then again, when had fair ever felt so fucking good?
This was where they clicked, where they’d always fit perfectly. She couldn’t fight against it because in her heart of hearts she knew she didn’t want to—and that’s what scared her most of all. So she gave in. Just one last moment of madness, what harm was there in a final kiss?
Taz’s growl of triumph reverberated against her overheated skin as he traced a line of fire across the curve of her jaw and down the column of her throat. The prickle of his short beard against the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck made her knees weak and she moaned his name.
“Do you really think this is all there is between us, Kitten?” he murmured as his talented fingers found their way to her pants, making fast work of the button and zipper before shoving them down a few inches. “Is that why you were tugging on my jeans, looking at me with those big brown eyes and making me think of how good my cock looks with your lips wrapped around it? Where you trying to school me?”
Any protest her still-angry side may have uttered was overwhelmed by the sensation of his thick, calloused fingers sliding underneath the elastic of her panties. With her jeans still on, he didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver, but he made the most of it with a deft touch against her hard clit, a smooth stroke through her slick folds and a teasing dip inside her aching core.
“If it was just sex, would you be this slick already?” He curled his finger, circling her opening, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. “No. Your lips are all plump and juicy because you trust me, because you know me.”
No. He was wrong. He had to be wrong.
Bianca fought to maintain her emotional distance. This had been her lesson to teach him, but he’d flipped the script. “You get me wet,” she managed to pant out. “Do you want a prize?”
“That depends.” He slid a second finger inside her, drawing them up on either side of her inner lips until the tips barely touched her clit and delving back down until they were buried inside her, filling her up. “Are you the prize?”
She couldn’t answer beyond a strangled moan. The pressure was too much and not enough. He took her right to the edge and backed off. Over and over he caressed her, the tightness of the space only accentuating every sensation as she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning loud enough to alert everyone else on the plane to what was going on.
“Always so soft and wet for me—not for just any guy who you wanted—for me.” He increased the speed and pressure on all her sensitive spots, playing her body in the way only he could.
Ignoring sanity’s last whispers, she gave in to the feeling of Taz touching her, teasing her and taking her higher.
He nipped her earlobe, the quick snip of pain only magnifying the pleasure elsewhere. “You’re on the edge already, aren’t you, Kitten?”
And she was, her body tightening with every brush of his finger against her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. The line between misery and ecstasy blurred and disappeared as the vibrations in her thighs crescendoed, the pressure in her core peaked and her climax hit hard enough to snap her spine straight and whip her head forward.
She buried her face in his shoulder to muffle her cry of pleasure, holding tight to his shirt to keep from falling at Taz’s feet in a post-orgasmic pool of satisfaction.
“Even as good as that was, and as much as I love hearing you come, there’s more to us than just orgasms.” He pulled away, breathing hard and with his eyes dark with lust and something more. “We aren’t together because the sex is so fucking good. The sex is unbelievable because we’re together. We may not know all of each other’s secrets but don’t you ever
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