Turn and Burn

“Just doin’ what I’d do for any friend.”

Tanna smirked. “Well, not any friend, I hope. Not like what you just did to me, friend.”

“Smart.” He kissed her hard. “Ass.”

“I like that growly caveman side of you.” She sighed. “Don’t be long, okay?”

Chapter Fourteen

As Tanna waited for Fletch to show up, her bare feet beat a path in the linoleum and she wondered why she was so nervous. They’d had sex twenty minutes ago. And even then it hadn’t been the first time they’d been together.

She’d brushed her teeth. She hadn’t taken her clothes off. Should she be wearing her satin robe and a smile?

God. What was wrong with her? She never fretted about this stuff.

An engine revved outside before it shut off. Tanna froze, listening to the sounds. A door slammed. Then heavy footfalls echoed across the deck. A pause at the door before he knocked.

“Come in.”

Then Fletch stood on the rug. His hands hung by his sides. He looked gorgeous with that hot, turned-on male glaze in his eyes. The flush to his cheeks. His ragged breaths. The bulge in his jeans.

Tanna nearly lost the ability to breathe when he said, “Come. Here.”

Her legs seemed to give out in the face of such passion as she plastered her body to his. Her fingers were in his hair, holding on as he kissed her with abandon. Fletch’s hands landed on her ass and he lifted her, urging her legs to wrap around his waist. He did all this without missing a beat, or a kiss or a step as he walked them down the hall to her bedroom.

He didn’t toss her on the bed. He pressed her back against the door and broke the kiss.

Tanna’s heart beat harder. No sign of the playful Fletch at all in the heated depths of his dark eyes.

“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since the moment I woke up alone in that crummy motel room. Fucking you in your truck took the edge off. But I’m nowhere near done with you. And this time, there’s no rush.”

She rubbed her cheek against his and whispered, “But I love it hard and fast.”

“I’m gonna try my damndest to make you love it long and slow too.” Fletch kissed her again and lowered her feet to the floor. He popped each button on her shirt until it hung open and he tugged the material free and the blouse floated to the floor.

Her fingers tightened on his biceps as his hot mouth cruised down the center of her throat. While his lips and tongue teased her br**sts pushing out of her lacy bra cups, his palms slid to the front of her rib cage. One quick tug and he relieved her of her bra.

Fletch eased back to watch her face as he bared her upper body. She had the unusual urge to cover herself seeing the intimate way he looked at her.

“You’re perfect, Tanna.” He nuzzled and teased her br**sts, using his hands, his mouth, the roughness of his beard bristle and the smoothness of his cheeks. Touching her everywhere except her ni**les.

She squirmed and arched, trying to force his mouth to brush the constricted tips.

He buried his face in her cle**age, then he placed hot kisses in a line straight down her belly, dropping to his knees. Those big hands of his were so gentle on her hips. He brushed his warm mouth above the waistband of her jeans and kept making that same, maddeningly slow pass until her entire body quivered.

“Take your jeans off,” he murmured against her skin. “Panties too.” Then he rested on his haunches, waiting for her to do his bidding.

Tanna unbuttoned, unzipped and shoved the denim and lace panties to her ankles and kicked them aside. Her heart jumped and her body twitched when his rough-skinned hands landed on the inside of her thighs and pushed them farther apart.

Fletch dipped his head and licked her slit. He made a growling noise and did it again. And again.

On the fourth pass she instinctively put her hands on his head and pulled him away.

But he dodged her hands and returned to where he’d been, focusing his swirling tongue round and round on her clit and then zigzagging that wickedly fast tongue to the entrance to her body and plunging it in deep.

God, she loved this. So much. Except for the out-of-control feeling. Which she had right now. Her fingers gripped his hair and she nudged his mouth upward and off her tingling girl parts.

He pulled back and looked up at her. “Is there a problem with me goin’ down on you?”

Don’t blush. “Why—”

“Because you are wiggling away from me like a damn worm on a hook and you keep shoving at my head.” His fingertips squeezed the tops of her thighs. “I remember you did that the first night we were together too. Am I doin’ something wrong?”

She turned her head away.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes met his. “No. You’re not doin’ anything wrong. It’s me. It’s my problem. It just . . . feels so good and I’m always so wiggly. I get off so fast this way and it’s embarrassing.”

Fletch rolled to his feet. His jeans-clad legs brushed her bare ones. His soft cotton T-shirt rubbed against her ni**les and her belly. His mouth grazed her ear. “Then it’s my problem too. See, I want to spend a whole lot more time sucking, licking and kissing your pretty pu**y. I don’t like it when you shove me away. I wanna stay right there, until you come all over my face.”

Tanna made a soft whimper.

“So, I’ve got a solution to help you with that squirminess issue . . . if you’ll trust me.”

She buried her face in his neck. “I’m sorry that I’ve already made this awkward.”