Page 10 of Tank's Temptation

“Did you kill him?”

“Yes.”

The word should chill me, but he doesn’t dress it up or soften himself. This is Tank. A man who has hurt people and will again, and a man who opened the door the second he knew I was innocent.

I rake my nails down his chest. “Good thing I still don’t think you’re the worst man in this story.”

Something fierce breaks across his face. His mouth claims mine again while his hands move over me, one in my hair and the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave the shape of him there. He drags my borrowed shirt upward, rough knuckles scraping my sides, and the contrast between that measured movement and the hunger in his eyes makes my nipples tighten before he sees them.

I tear the shirt over my head. Tank’s breath catches at the sight of my plain black bra. He looks at me as if I’ve handed him something he never expected to want.

“Don’t stare at me like that.”

“Can’t help it.”

The blunt answer hits hard. I unfasten my bra, and his restraint lasts one breath.

Tank cups both breasts, thumbs dragging over my nipples before his mouth closes around one. Pleasure pulls through me so sharply my fingers bite into his shoulders. He sucks harder, then catches the sensitive peak between his teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make my thighs tighten around his.

When his name leaves me, he raises his head with his eyes nearly black. “Make that sound again and I’m putting you on the bed.”

“You say that like I’m supposed to stop.”

I pull his mouth back to mine. He lifts me before the kiss finishes, my legs locking around his waist while the thick length of him presses exactly where I need it. I grind against him and order him to the bed.

He lays me down instead of throwing me. The mattress dips beneath him as he removes my boots, his gaze fixing on my damp panties. Tank tears the panties down my legs, then slows as he spreads my thighs, his hunger leaving me more exposed than nakedness.

His mouth lowers. The first stroke of his tongue is broad and slow. My hips lift, but his forearms lock across my thighs while he watches each reaction and repeats whatever makes me gasp until I’m shaking beneath him.

The restraint should make panic spark, but it doesn’t. The knowledge turns the pressure of his arms into pure heat. He drags his tongue over me again, slower this time, and watches the reaction he pulls from my body. There’s something devastating about a man built to break things learning exactly how to make me come apart instead.

“You like holding me down now?”

“Only because you can tell me not to.”

Then he sucks hard enough to wipe every thought from my head.

Tank feels the climax building and slides one hand to my breast, working my nipple while his tongue drives me higher. I come with his name torn from me, and he keeps going until I shove at his shoulder.

“Too much.”

He stops immediately. The sudden obedience is almost as hot as everything before it.

Tank rises and unfastens his belt. I watch because I want him to know I’m watching as his jeans and briefs hit the floor, leaving him thick, hard and already wet at the tip.

He settles over me, sliding through my wet heat and rubbing over nerves he’s already made oversensitive. I arch, trying to take him, but he holds back.

“Stop making me wait.”

“I’m going to make sure you really feel me.”

Tank pushes in slowly, the stretch burning deep and heavy while every muscle in his shoulders locks. When he’s fully inside, he stops.

“You’re shaking,” I whisper.

His forehead drops to mine. “Because I want to fuck you through this mattress.”

Heat flashes through me so hard I clench around him. I lift my hips, and his restraint snaps.