Page 64 of Tame Me

And my stomach rumbles. Loudly. I stifle a moan. As if it weren’t mortifying enough to be so gauche in here with him.

‘You’re hungry,’ he teases softly.

I’m thirsty too. Frankly I have all kinds of needs right now. ‘I’ll survive.’

But my pulse skips. If this is the moment before my death then I don’t want to go without having ever kissed a man. And a man is right here with me and he seems like he might—

‘Do you need distraction from that as well as the imminent disaster?’ he asks.

‘What kind of distraction are you thinking of?’

‘Well,youdid think I was the entertainment but I think a lap dance might make the car swing too much. I think we’re going to have to take this gently and slowly.’

I stare at him warily, because when it comes down to it I can never trust anyone. ‘You froze me out with your silence in the restaurant.’

‘No. You stunned me into silence.’ His expression softens. ‘I was trying to stay in control. I couldn’t do this there.’

‘This?’

The brush of his lips is balmy, teasing. His tenderness takes me by surprise, as does the moment he takes to lean back and search my eyes. I realise he’s seeking my consent.

I can hardly think. ‘This is...’

‘What I’ve wanted to do all night.’ His gleaming gaze bores into me—intense and unwavering. ‘You’rewhy my pulse is racing.’

I just topple right into his arms. He scoops me close and then his mouth is there again—on mine. And I melt.

It turns out that kissing is the best ever way to neutralise panic. The best way to stay in the moment, to not give a damn about anything else in life—not even imminent death. Kissing is the best ever thing full stop. We kiss and we kiss and we kiss.

I have no idea how long we’ve been stuck here and I no longer care because there’s this and this is the beginning, the end, the everything.

He pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. So tight. So right. I actually quiver and his embrace tightens still more. I’m twisted sideways but I manage to free my arms to wind them around his broad shoulders and we just keep kissing. He’s hot and his attention is lush and he carries me with him.

This is nothing but a moment in the middle of a storm. He’ll be leaving the country shortly. I’ll never see him again. So I’m not just here, I’m all in as a need I’ve long denied unleashes within me.

‘What was it you said?’ He growls, picking up on my restless hunger. ‘She deserves a good night and I shouldn’t make her wait any longer...?’

His hands sweep over me as he plunders my mouth. I shiver even though I’m hot. He palms my breasts then shapes my waist. I feel his tension, the ridge of his arousal beneath me. I moan as I realise he’s as hot for me. I want it with him. I want it all. He slips his hand beneath my dress. The trail of his fingertips against my skin makes my moans earthier. I can’t retain control of myself. My hips rock to a rhythm that’s new to me yet is as old as time. He doesn’t stop—he targets his attentions. Because he knows what he’s doing. He knows how his touch sends me mad. Dissolving all thought, leaving only feeling.Need.

‘Sweetheart,’ he mutters as he pushes my panties aside. ‘All this wet is for me.’

I gasp and groan at the same time—torn between extreme arousal and embarrassment. It’s not a pretty noise.

But he gives further encouragement. ‘So sweet, I want to taste it.’

Oh.I melt even more because to my astonishment I want that too but there’s no time. I’m not anywhere near naked nor is he but it doesn’t matter because I start to shake.

‘Oh, darling...’ His tongue slides past my lips and into my mouth, invading my heat the way I know he wants to plunder that other part of me.

I ache with searing need. His hand moves more intimately against me and he slides a finger inside my virgin flesh. I gasp—his possession is such a relief but still isn’t enough. I rock my hips. Riding him. He holds me firm while stroking me, gruffly purring encouragement.

‘I want...’ I can’t finish my sentence.

‘I know what you want.’ He growls roughly. ‘Come on me, Talia.’

It’s so intimate I could die. But he orders me into a raw response with coarse, lusty words that make me hotter, slicker, wilder until at last I convulse. I tear my lips from his to shriek through the unbearable ecstasy.

It’s good. Oh, it’s good.

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