Her breath caught. Her eyes widened, and she turned slowly as he picked up a remote, pressed it, and the sound of a television droned behind her.
“Double-teamed?”
“Double-fucked,” he clarified.
She blinked. He smiled. And it wasn’t a comforting sight.
“Night, night, pretty girl.”
She couldn’t sleep. The television had flipped off more than an hour before, the lights were dim, but sleep had never been further away.
She ached. Every time she closed her eyes, she swore she felt Tanner’s fingers sliding between her thighs, the heavy weight of them inside her, stroking her, burning through her common sense. And her eyes would jerk open to stare miserably into the cavern once again.
Despite the width of the bed—it was a king-sized bed, after all—she could still feel Tanner’s heat. It blazed against her back, wrapped around her and made the quilt he’d tossed over her stifling.
She was dying. She needed to be f**ked worse than she had ever needed to be f**ked in her life.
God, she was so pathetic. She had already had one close call with one of her father’s assassins and now she was looking to form an emotional bond with another? And she knew it would end up being emotional. She wasn’t stupid. Tanner touched not just her body but something inside her. Some part of her that she hadn’t known existed.
And she wanted it touched again. How stupid was that? Chaz had been her father’s killer; could Tanner be his spy?
“You know…” She flinched at the silky rumble of his voice. “There’s always the vibrator.”
Scheme flipped around, clutching the quilt to her br**sts as she stared back at him.
“And do what?”
His hand lifted, the long fingers wrapped around the thick length of the blue vibrating toy.
“I loved watching you use this,” he murmured with a wicked smile. “Want to try it now?”
Her lips parted.
“I could help you.”
The suggestiveness in his voice had heat pulsing through her.
“How?” Oh Lord, was that really her voice? That breathless phone-sex murmur that had his eyes nearly glowing with lust.
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 br**sts.
“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 cl**axed.
“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 br**sts, 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 cl*t 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 pu**y.
“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 c**k 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.