All that skin and bulging muscles made her breathless, and she paused, her body pulsing and aching. She laid her hands flat on his pecs and rubbed, and a rumble rose in his chest. He'd always liked that. She loved that she knew that.
She stroked over big shoulders, rounded deltoids, firm biceps, admiring him with her hands and her eyes.
"Keep touching me like that and I'll have to throw you down and fuck an orgasm out of you."
She smiled. "All right, then."
His smile was wicked and knowing. "First I have to make sure that sweet pussy is ready to be fucked."
With ease, he lifted her and had her flat on her back as promised. She gasped and gazed up at him, raw sexual excitement racing through her.
His face wore a look of intense focus and arousal. "Dress off." He grabbed the fabric and pulled it down over her hips, taking panties with it and leaving her completely naked beneath him. "Oh fuck." His gaze roved over her as heat suffused her entire body, scorching a path from her chest up into her face and down her belly. "Katelyn. Christ. How could I have forgotten how totally fucking gorgeous you are?"
She bit her lip. "I'm sure you've been with lots of gorgeous women who made you forget."
His gaze snapped back up to hers. "No," he rasped out. "I misspoke. Because I never forgot." He leaned down and pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to her lower belly. "I never forgot you, Katie."
"Oh God." Her insides quivered at his words. Her skin tingled at his touch as he kissed his way lower, down to the patch of dark curls she kept there, then into the crease of one leg. And her pussy clenched as she watched, her head raised on the arm of the couch.
He was beautiful, all sexually charged bad boy with his intense eyes, his square jaw, his firm mouth exploring and tasting her. He lifted her foot and placed it on the back of the couch, opening her more to him, and his other big hand rested on her outside thigh, that leg dangling off the couch.
"Never forgot this sweet pussy," he mumbled as he kissed closer and closer to it. He paused and closed his eyes, inhaling. "Oh yeah." Her body trembled, sensation like hot honey pouring through her, her clit straining for the touch she needed. Then he licked her, one long, slow drag of his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. "Oh yeah. Never forgot how you taste."
His words inflamed her senses even more. Tanner had always been good at this. The truth was, he'd only had to look at her to make her wet and wanting. They'd enjoyed each other with the same adventurous appetites. But she didn't remember him talking like this before. He was confident and mature and skilled.
Sure, he'd been with other women. He'd been married. And she'd been engaged three times and wasn't going to pretend she'd been celibate. None of that mattered. Nothing else mattered right now except this powerful driving need that had her body aching and burning.
His tongue slid over her outer lips, then prodded deeper. He used his fingers to open her and thrust his tongue inside her. She moaned, cupped her swelling breasts, wanting to watch him, but her eyes fell closed as she gave herself over to sensation.
"So fucking sweet," he murmured, suckling gently at the sensitive folds, one side, then the other. "So soft. Let's see … " He slid a finger inside her. "Oh yeah. So wet. And tight. Goddammit, Katie, you're making me so hard I can't stand it."
"I'm ready. I'm ready."
"Yeah. You are. But first … " He kissed her clit and sensation jolted her. She cried out. "So pretty here." He licked over the throbbing bud, over and over, while liquid heat twisted up inside her and her hips lifted. "There. Now you're really ready."
He pushed away onto one knee, his other foot braced on the floor, and slowly undid his pants.
"You're the one taking your time," she accused. "Don't blame me if your dick hurts."
His wicked smile made her heart ache. "Oh yeah, I blame you for making my dick hurt. Because you're so fucking hot. My dick was hurting all night. Did you know that?"
He rose and shoved his pants and a pair of snug boxer-briefs down his big thighs. Her breath stuck in her throat as she surveyed the ridges of his abs, the thin trail of hair that arrowed down between his sexy V-cut. Jesus. His body was amazing. Then she let her gaze drop to his cock-long, thick, flushed. She rolled her lips inward, her eyes probably huge as she stared at him. "I didn't know that," she whispered. "But I like it. Because … "