She was a writhing mess by the time he latched onto her nipple. He bit, sucked, and tongued until she was crying out his name. Satisfied with her response, he repeated the same slow torture on the other side. Her breathing was irregular, “Lower,” she demanded. Gazes locked, he licked his way south, tracing her ever-so-sexy rose and thorns tattoo on her hip as it stretched across to mere centimeters from her sex.
Tar stopped just shy of Keeley’s pleasure spot, blowing softly as his fingers opened her petals. He anchored her hips, straining toward his face, as the tip of his tongue invited Keeley to divulge her secrets. Tempting her to reveal more, he entered her most sacred place while moving his tongue in and out with restrained patience. Her river of honey flowed as he sipped, savoring. He moved his large palms to her ass and lifted. What was meant to be a decadent act of showing Keeley she could let him into her darkness, became so much more as she broke apart for him. He licked her oh-so sensitive clit while shucking off his clothes. She released again as his gaze met hers. He moved up her body until their lips collided. There was nothing tender in that kiss when Tar exposed how much he needed her. From the vent next to the bed “Hero” filtered into the room. He entered Keeley while staring into her hooded eyes. “Let me be a hero for you, sweetheart,” he rasped as his body and soul came together with hers in a stunning display.
The connection they shared overwhelmed her and she lowered her lids, trying to find some semblance of herself. “Look at me, Keeley,” he demanded. “See how much I love you,” he groaned as his hot seed flooded.
Tears escaped from the corner of her eyes. Though she fought not to, she held his gaze. She realized to some degree what just happened between them. Didn’t he know she loved him, too? But the words refused to come out.
His forehead rested against hers as he whispered, “Fucking perfect.”
She couldn’t deny it. Her head knew she’d only bring him heartache, but her heart sang a beautiful song of adoration for this man. Her man. If only they were able to stay this way forever. The commotion down the hall ruined that dream in an instant.
Tar removed himself, causing a deep longing within her. She watched as his practiced hands yanked on his clothing before opening the door. His, “Are you shittin’ me?” brought Keeley fully upright while holding the sheet over herself. “I’ll be right back.” Over his shoulder he declared, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
The promise lingered in the room after he left. She lay back against the pillows, reliving every moment they’d just shared. Lost in her delicious memory, she didn’t hear Leith enter.
He stared at the beauty before him, coveting. Keeley’s hands were moving over her body and he knew she was about to finger herself. Silently he ordered the sheet to fall away. No such luck. She stopped before getting carried away as her surprised gaze locked on his. Busted. He cleared his throat, “Sorry.” Only thing he was sorry about was that she wasn’t fantasizing about him a minute ago.
Her knowing nod told him she didn’t buy it for a second. “Would you please turn around?”
His compliance was reluctant as he listened to her clothing rustle. Her tiny hand on his shoulder made him jump as he pivoted, fighting the urge to snatch her up and erase all traces of Tar still clinging to her. He began to pace, hoping to hide his massive erection. God, he couldn’t believe where his thoughts just went. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Is there a particular reason you’re here?” she inquired, watching him intently.
Get it together, Turner. “Our position has been compromised.”
The what? look on her face told him to give some reassurance. “It happens. We have other locations. No need to worry.”
“Does this change my part in our plan?”
Her tone raised his alert level from orange to red. Something told him she wasn’t willing to do this for just a noble cause. A sidelong glance her way confirmed his suspicion. She wrung her hands before shaking them out, all the while her eyes darted here and there. It wasn’t a drug coursing through her system causing such a reaction; however, Leith wasn’t a stupid man. Experience told him it was most definitely an addict jonesing for her next fix. Holy hell. He was aware of her masochistic ways but never had he put two and two together. Until now. She was addicted to pain. Good God! What did he agree to?
The door swung open as Tar entered. He eyed both of them before addressing, “Keeley, we need to move.”
She clutched the hand offered as he pulled her into the safety of his body. Leith watched the couple leave as he came to terms with the latest revelation. There was a way he could have her. His inner voice yelled, Back the fuck up, man. She belongs to Tar! He began to whistle as he exited. “All is fair in love and war.”