Twisted Desire (14 page)

Neither one of us reacted, except for her pushing my sleeves off of my arms and tossing my shirt to the floor. I buried my face between her breasts, kissing and sucking her sweet skin. I’d never forget the way she smelled, like lilac and honey, or the way she tasted of it, and it was even better on my tongue. I traveled down her flat belly and reached the top of her jean shorts, taking the button between my teeth and tugging at it.
 

“Hurry, Tag,”
she breathed out above me. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I released the button and grabbed it in my hands, ripping it open. Tugging the zipper down, she lifted her hips before I even did anything, making me smile at her anticipation. Slowly pulling them down her legs, I leaned down and kissed a path after them, finally reaching her ankles. I kissed one small ankle, then the other, looking at her the whole time.

“Open your eyes, Penny,”
I told her.

She lay there in only her pink lace panties, her dark hair fanned all around her, her deep hazel eyes looking up at me like I
was her world. For one second I wondered if I
was making a mistake, if I should stop before anything else happens. But when I looked at her again, I realized there
was no way in hell I
was stopping; I wanted her too much.
 

I looked at her as I placed one finger over her panties, running it lightly up and down, back and forth, eliciting a deep moan from her throat. I
would never tire of hearing that noise, even though I knew it
was a fleeting moment in my life. Wanting to hear it again, I slipped my finger inside her underwear and brushed over her folds lightly, teasing, hopefully driving her crazy.

“Tag,”
she breathed out again, her head tossing back and forth.
 

“Yes, beautiful?”

She stopped moving her head around and looked at me, her gaze piercing me right in the chest, making me lose my breath, and it hit me.

How would I stay away from her after this? How would I be able to go back to just watching over her until Roman was done with his game? How would I survive not tasting her anymore?

“I want you to touch me. Really touch me,”
she told me on a hitch of breath. “Please.”

Not needing any more encouragement, I yanked on her panties, ripping them from her body, making her back jolt up in surprise. Before she could utter a single word, my mouth was on her, causing her to utter a deep, guttural moan.

Her taste was unlike anything I’d ever had before. There was no question this girl would be the death of me, but I’d definitely die a happy man.
 

I lightly touched my tongue to the top of her slit, then slowly slid it down, down, down to where she really wanted it. I swiped her swollen nub with the tip of my tongue, making her cover her mouth with her hands to hide her scream. At this point, I didn’t care if the whole damn yacht heard her. I
was more turned on than I ever had been in my life, and all I wanted to do was continue making her feel this good. To make her forget what happened to her a few weeks ago, to know that this is how sex should be.
 

She lifted her hips closer to my mouth, her hands clawing at the bed, making me grin as I continued to pleasure her. She
was so hot; I could barely keep up with her body’s desire for a release. “Ooohhh, Tag,”
she moaned, “you feel so good on me. I’m about to come, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Nothing could stop me—nothing. I lapped at her harder, taking the bud into my mouth and sucking so hard she exploded right there in my mouth. She grasped the sheets with her hands as she shrieked with her release, her body literally humming below me. I didn’t stop licking and sucking until I felt her hands on the top of my head, pushing until I finally eased up and lifted my head.

Groaning when I saw her, her naked body glowing with her orgasm and glistening with sweat from her pleasure, her eyes looking like the most sated woman in the world, it gave me a sense of pride I’d never felt before.

She was like that because of me.

I couldn’t wait anymore. Ripping off my jeans and briefs, my cock sprang forward, more than ready to be inside this beautiful woman waiting for me. Grabbing a condom from my wallet, I hurried, rolled it down my engorged cock, then crawled on top of her, settling between her legs. Placing my hands on each side of her head, I gazed directly into her eyes.
 

“Look at me, Penny Santoro.”

She raised her eyes to mine, and I leaned down and brushed my lips to hers. “Are you ready for me?”
I still had to make sure this was what she wanted. I would stop right then if she told me no.

Lifting her hips to mine, all she said was, “Yes.”

I thrust into her waiting body, moaning at how damn good she felt. She cried out, lifting her body to mine, her nails raking down my back. The sting only made my pleasure better, which caused me to twist my hips and thrust even deeper into her.
 

I was honestly going to die, die from the pure pleasure this girl was giving me, die from the explosive orgasm building inside of me.

Deep within me, I felt it grow. With each thrust into her perfect body, it got bigger and bigger. When I felt her hand reach between us and cup my balls, it came in the biggest explosion I’d ever known, causing me to utter a deep groan from deep within me. My whole world went black as the spasms came over me, causing me to rest my head in the crook of her neck. Her hand went from between us to my back, her fingers lightly rubbing up and down, up and down.

I had never experienced anything nearly as close as to what I’d just shared with Penny. She owned me and had no idea. There was no going back to how it was before for me, even if I was the only one who’d ever know it.

Chapter 14

I woke up feeling more content and peaceful than I had in weeks. Stretching my arms above me, I smiled when I felt Tag’s arm tighten around me. Looking at his face, his thick, long lashes fanned his cheekbones, his breathing coming out strong and even. Even in sleep, he sensed my movement and didn’t want me to go anywhere.

Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere.

I was totally and completely in love with Tag Reynolds, and the thought had me grinning from ear to ear. I realized our circumstances were anything but ideal, but we’d deal with it, or I would. Having no clue how he felt about me brought my elation down a few notches.

Turning onto my side, smiling when his arm tightened around me again, I rested my face on my hand and thought about the past few hours.

I’d been with only two other guys, both boyfriends at the time. One was in high school and the other college. While both had been good, at least to my inexperienced body, neither one could compare to the beautiful man next to me.
 

Did being in love with him help make it so much better?
 

I was suddenly scared to death. I was in love with him. I knew it with all of my soul, but what if he didn’t feel the same way?
 

There was no way I’d be able to handle his rejection, especially being held captive with him watching over me on this yacht.
 

Suddenly I felt my hair being swept to the side and his lips on my neck, kissing me gently up to the sensitive spot behind my ear. I shivered at his touch, even with my worries still at the forefront of my mind. Trying to push them aside, I scooted back toward him and felt the warmth rush through me when his hand started caressing my breast.

“What are you thinking about, querida?”

His voice was deep and hoarse, which sent tingles down my spine. He’d never sounded this way when we’d awoken the previous mornings, and it made me feel good realizing it was most likely because of what had just happened between us. If I affected him even a fourth of the way he affected me, I’d be one happy girl.

His nose traveled down my jaw, taking in my scent. I tried to turn my head to look at him, but he kept me still. “Let me continue to taste your beautiful skin, sweet girl,”
he told me as his lips left a path of fire on my shoulder. “But I still want to know what you were thinking about.”

“I’ll give you two guesses,”
I teased.

I earned a gentle pinch on my nipple for that, making me jolt. “Hey!”
 

“You deserved that, baby,”
he teased right back. “I don’t want to guess what you were thinking, I want you to tell me.”
 

To make up for the pinch, he turned me so I was lying on my back and gently took the nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking on it then bathing it around and around with his tongue. I placed my hands on his shoulders, letting out a moan.

“Tell me,”
he said again, still licking around my nipple.

“I can’t think when you do that.”

Chuckling, he released it, causing me to groan in disappointment. Planting a short kiss on my lips, he lay down on his back, taking me with him so I was on his stomach. My eyes widened when I felt his erection pressing on me.

“You look surprised that I’m hard for you, querida,”
he said with a chuckle. “After you tell me what you were thinking about, I plan to make love to you again.”

My heart raced a million miles at that. He wanted to do it again? My worries seemed to completely slip away.
 

“I was just thinking about what happened,”
I told him. “And how happy I am.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have added that last part, but it slipped out. I studied his face for his reaction, praying I hadn’t just ruined everything. When his lips curved up into a small grin, relief poured through me.

“How happy are you?”

How did I answer this? I wasn’t ready to declare my love for him but wanted to let him know something. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time,”
was what I answered.

He placed his hands on each side of my face, bringing my head down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. I darted my tongue into his mouth, not wanting to waste any more time. I need him inside me again; I needed his mouth on me always.

He suddenly flipped us so I was on my back and he was on top of me. His lips returned to mine, kissing me so hard it felt like it’d bruise for sure. When his hand started to travel down my body, the tingles of anticipation nearly killed me.

“You’re already so wet for me, Penny,”
he breathed into my mouth. “You want more, querida?”

Instead of telling him, I showed him. Following his lead, my own hand traveled down his body and grasped his hard length. He hissed at my touch, making me smile. My thumb touched the tip, circling around and around, then I started to pump his cock up and down. I started gently but with each movement pumped harder and harder, watching his face the whole time. He leaned his forehead against mine, groaning with each pump of my hand.

“Shit, querida.”
He let out on another groan. “I’m gonna come. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
And just like that, he froze for one second before I felt hot liquid squirt all over my hand and drip down onto my stomach. He was above me, moaning out his orgasm, his body giving small jerks.

Pressing my lips to his, I had to be as close to him as possible. Running my tongue along the seam of his lips, he opened them for me as he rode out the last of his orgasm. He fell on me, his tongue joining in with mine, going stronger and stronger as my own need for release built up.

“Do you want me, Penny?”
he asked between kisses.

Raising my hips and grasping him behind his neck to pull him closer, all I said was, “More than anything.”

He sat up and grabbed his jeans off the floor, getting another foil packet. As he started to open it, I sat up, taking it from him. He looked at me in surprise.

“Let me,”
was all I said. Ripping it open with my teeth, I grabbed the condom and reached for him. He stayed still as he watched me grasp his cock in my hands, pushing the condom down his length. When I was sure it was securely on, I looked at him and saw his eyes roll back in his head. Bending my head, because I couldn’t resist, I kissed the tip of his cock, eliciting a growl from his lips. He grasped my shoulders, gently pushing me back down on the bed, and settled between my legs.