This being his teeth raking over her desperate nipple above the velvet before he drew the hard point, material and all, into his mouth.
The tight, muffled scream that left her lips shocked her. Oh shit. She was going to orgasm. Right here, pressed against the wall, from nothing but his teeth working the tight bud of her nipple.
And she wasn’t even embarrassed.
Then he purred.
CHAPTER 3
She orgasmed.
Tanner felt it ripple through her, felt her breath catch and smelled the excitement and shock that poured from every pore of her body.
Son of a bitch. She was hotter than dy***ite. The smell of her need clouded his senses; the sweetness of the syrup he knew gathered between her thighs nearly made him drunk from the smell alone.
“Naughty, naughty Schemer.” He pressed his dick tighter against her pu**y, feeling the heat and wild wetness gathering there.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she panted. “Been a while.”
And she was lying. Unlike other liars, the scent of her little deceit wasn’t nauseating. It was soft, with a hint of mockery and a soft undercurrent of surprise. He liked the smell of her lies. That didn’t mean he was going to let her get away with it.
“Liar,” he accused her softly.
“We won’t go there.” Her head fell back against the rough wall behind her as her eyes glittered behind her lashes.
“Where do you want to go then?” he asked her instead, rolling his h*ps against her heated pu**y.
“Where you’re about ten feet away from me.”
She flexed, her knees tightening on his h*ps as though to hold him in place.
“Ten feet?” he mused. “It’s going to be damned hard to turn that little ripple of release into a burning orgasm that far away, pretty girl. You sure that’s what you want?”
He could smell her need for more. It was burning inside her, taunting both of them with a hunger he could barely resist.
“It would be a very good idea.” She licked her lips. He wanted to lick them.
Before he could cover them again, she was pushing at his shoulders, her legs dropping from his hips. He was a fool to let her go. Giving her time to rebuild her defenses against him wasn’t a good idea. But the challenge it presented called to him, had him smiling in anticipation as he released her.
“Impressive.” She smoothed her hands over the soft velvet top before adjusting the hem and turning to stalk back into the room. “You can leave now.”
He chuckled at that. “I don’t think so.”
Her hair whirled around her like a silken cape, thick, falling nearly to her h*ps as her eyes sparkled back at him in anger and desire.
“Play time is over, Bengal.”
Rather than arguing with her, he closed the balcony door and pulled the curtains together.
“Play time has only begun.”
Turning back to her, Tanner hid his smile as he sensed the sudden insecurity running through her. Scheme was said to be without vulnerabilities, without weaknesses. He had always known better. What he knew about her and what he sensed from her wasn’t meshing. Until it did, there wasn’t a chance in hell he was letting her go.
For years he had plotted to kidnap Tallant’s little darling. First, because he wanted Tallant to suffer. Now, he didn’t give a f**k what the general felt; he wanted the woman. The secrets. And now he wanted the hot kisses and shuddering releases. And until now, Jonas had always managed to foil his plans for one reason or another. Tonight, he would die before he released her.
And that thought brought a shadow of discomfort. Nothing should be this imperative. He shouldn’t need any woman this desperately.
He checked his tongue again. Nope, no swollen glands. It might not be mating time, but it was definitely play time. And Tanner did like to play.
Her lips parted, her lashes drifting over her eyes as he stalked toward her, moving slowly around her.
“Tanner.”
He could hear the warning in her voice, but he also heard the excitement. And that was good. Real good. Because the next time that sweet pu**y clenched in cl**ax, he intended to have his dick buried so deep inside it that he felt every luscious ripple.
“I smell you.” He nipped her ear, his hands tightening on her waist as he pushed her against the wall.
“I said no,” she panted.
“No, you didn’t.” He chuckled against her neck. “You’re not a coward, Schemer. Or are you?”
His fingers spread open just below her br**sts before sliding down slowly, burrowing beneath the soft elastic at her hips.
Her fingers curled against the wall as she rolled her forehead against it with a moan.
“I think I hate you.”
“That’s not hatred, that’s hunger. Admit it, you’re as hot for me right now as I’m hard for you.” He pressed his erection against her ass.
Damn, he loved that curvy, rounded ass. A bubble butt. It lifted against him, grinding against his c**k as his fingers slid into soft, drenched curls.
“Stay put.” He held her to the wall as she tried to turn. “I just want to touch you.”
If she turned to him, he was going to f**k her where she stood.
“This is insane.” Her cheek pressed to the wall now, her lashes lowering over her flushed cheeks.
“Just let me feel,” he crooned, pressing a kiss to her cheek, holding her steady as his fingers grazed her swollen clit.
It was still sensitive. The light orgasm moments before had affected only that tight little bud. He could feel the needy clenching of her pu**y even now as his fingers rimmed the small opening.
“Do you want me?” he whispered at the corner of her lips. “Tell me, Scheme, do you want my fingers inside you?”
“I want…” She bit her lower lip, a grimace crossing her expression as her breath caught.
“What do you want?”
She shook her head.
“Tell me, pretty girl.” He needed the words. Needed them with a ferocity he couldn’t have imagined before.
“I want you. To f**k me.”
He caught her as she tried to turn, held her steady, and thrust two fingers into a silky heat so tight, so f**king incredible, he nearly came in his pants.
Scheme went on her tiptoes, her head slamming back against his shoulder as her eyes burst open, colors and heat shimmering in front of her gaze as he filled her.
And he stroked.