stupor, drugged by his nearness and the sighing of the
wind.
Until I realized
that the ragged noise I was hearing had nothing to do with the wind. It was
coming from deep within Tanner.
"Monique,"
he growled, catching my wayward hands with his. He hesitated, "Fucking
hell."
I looked up at
him, startled by his coarse words.
And then his lips
covered mine.
Chapter Twelve
Tanner
She kissed me
back. I have that much to hold on to, even if she changed her damn mind again.
She fucking kissed me back. Hard.
She flung her
arms around my neck and pulled me to her, pressing her long body into a sinuous
curve against mine. Her lips were just as soft as I had hoped, made for kissing
and sucking and biting.
I was just
finding my stride, delving deeper with my tongue, on a quest to make her moan
those little soft moans again, when she pulled roughly away.
"Tanner,"
she panted.
My hands were
still molded into the shape of her ass. "What?" I demanded. I wanted
that luscious rear under my fingers again.
"We
can't."
"And why the
fuck not?" I growled. I wanted her. Bad. My tongue stumbled and I growled
again. Desire was making me bad with words.
She narrowed her
eyes. "Strictly business, remember?"
"What?!"
I exploded. This woman was going to give me whiplash. "You were kissing me
just as hard as I kissed you. Don't be pretendin' it didn't happen that
way."
"I'm not pretendin' ," she snapped in a
vicious imitation of my drawl. "I'm remindin'. We went over this
already." Her voice took on this placating, consoling tone that made me
want to fight something. "This whole... thing? We can't do this. You leave on tour in two weeks."
"Two weeks
and five days," I reminded her.
Her eyebrows
slammed together. "And I've got a job, and a life I have to get back to.
We're being stupid, right now. This isn't anything."
My legs were
moving before my mind was. I had her by the hair, wrapping her ponytail in my
fist and forcing her to look up at me. She gasped, showing that same
vulnerability that had driven me to kiss her in the first place. "Dammit,"
I swore and kissed her again.
This time it was
like a battle for dominance. Our tongues met and sparred. Her hands battered
and clutched at my chest, fighting me and pulling me closer as I drove her
backwards into a tree. When I had her pinned against me, I pulled back and
looked into her wild, furious eyes. "This isn't anything, huh?" I
panted. My cock was as hard as a diamond and her eyes widened when she felt me
press it against her. "Absolutely nothing, to you?"
For a moment, she
hesitated. I brushed her lips with mine, softly, gently. I would take as much time
with this woman as humanly possible. I would break down all her hesitation
until she was nothing but a quivering mass of pleasure and enjoy every second
of it. The thought of her body shivering under mine, watching the flush rise
underneath her ebony cheeks....fuck, I would take forever if need be.
Then she pressed
her lips tightly together. "We can't, Tanner."
I took a step
back, unable to contain my own feelings and unwilling to look at her. The sound
of her camera capturing the moment only made things worse.
Chapter Thirteen
Monique
The whole, silent,
ride back to the main house, I wrestled with myself. This was the right thing,
right? I was doing the right thing. Never mind that my body was screaming at me
to press against him again, his chest crushing into my breasts, my skin alive
under his touch. My lips were begging to kiss him again, rough and hot then
slow and sweet. He seemed like the kind of guy who would kiss me for hours,
just the way I liked it. Was I fucking crazy here?
In desperation, I
took out my camera again. Behind the lens, I was safe. I let the distance
between us grow. Clouds were sweeping in from the west, and high, boiling
thunderheads
wind.
Until I realized
that the ragged noise I was hearing had nothing to do with the wind. It was
coming from deep within Tanner.
"Monique,"
he growled, catching my wayward hands with his. He hesitated, "Fucking
hell."
I looked up at
him, startled by his coarse words.
And then his lips
covered mine.
Chapter Twelve
Tanner
She kissed me
back. I have that much to hold on to, even if she changed her damn mind again.
She fucking kissed me back. Hard.
She flung her
arms around my neck and pulled me to her, pressing her long body into a sinuous
curve against mine. Her lips were just as soft as I had hoped, made for kissing
and sucking and biting.
I was just
finding my stride, delving deeper with my tongue, on a quest to make her moan
those little soft moans again, when she pulled roughly away.
"Tanner,"
she panted.
My hands were
still molded into the shape of her ass. "What?" I demanded. I wanted
that luscious rear under my fingers again.
"We
can't."
"And why the
fuck not?" I growled. I wanted her. Bad. My tongue stumbled and I growled
again. Desire was making me bad with words.
She narrowed her
eyes. "Strictly business, remember?"
"What?!"
I exploded. This woman was going to give me whiplash. "You were kissing me
just as hard as I kissed you. Don't be pretendin' it didn't happen that
way."
"I'm not pretendin' ," she snapped in a
vicious imitation of my drawl. "I'm remindin'. We went over this
already." Her voice took on this placating, consoling tone that made me
want to fight something. "This whole... thing? We can't do this. You leave on tour in two weeks."
"Two weeks
and five days," I reminded her.
Her eyebrows
slammed together. "And I've got a job, and a life I have to get back to.
We're being stupid, right now. This isn't anything."
My legs were
moving before my mind was. I had her by the hair, wrapping her ponytail in my
fist and forcing her to look up at me. She gasped, showing that same
vulnerability that had driven me to kiss her in the first place. "Dammit,"
I swore and kissed her again.
This time it was
like a battle for dominance. Our tongues met and sparred. Her hands battered
and clutched at my chest, fighting me and pulling me closer as I drove her
backwards into a tree. When I had her pinned against me, I pulled back and
looked into her wild, furious eyes. "This isn't anything, huh?" I
panted. My cock was as hard as a diamond and her eyes widened when she felt me
press it against her. "Absolutely nothing, to you?"
For a moment, she
hesitated. I brushed her lips with mine, softly, gently. I would take as much time
with this woman as humanly possible. I would break down all her hesitation
until she was nothing but a quivering mass of pleasure and enjoy every second
of it. The thought of her body shivering under mine, watching the flush rise
underneath her ebony cheeks....fuck, I would take forever if need be.
Then she pressed
her lips tightly together. "We can't, Tanner."
I took a step
back, unable to contain my own feelings and unwilling to look at her. The sound
of her camera capturing the moment only made things worse.
Chapter Thirteen
Monique
The whole, silent,
ride back to the main house, I wrestled with myself. This was the right thing,
right? I was doing the right thing. Never mind that my body was screaming at me
to press against him again, his chest crushing into my breasts, my skin alive
under his touch. My lips were begging to kiss him again, rough and hot then
slow and sweet. He seemed like the kind of guy who would kiss me for hours,
just the way I liked it. Was I fucking crazy here?
In desperation, I
took out my camera again. Behind the lens, I was safe. I let the distance
between us grow. Clouds were sweeping in from the west, and high, boiling
thunderheads
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