Twisted Desire

by Laura Dunaway

  I felt my back hit the wall harder as he slammed his body into me, his kiss now nothing of the sweet seduction it had been a minute before. His mouth was hot on mine, sending pleasurable tingles all the way down to my toes. His hands were tight on my sides, his fingers massaging as he lifted me higher against the wall. I never wanted the moment to end.

  All too soon it did though, with Tag ripping his mouth from mine. We both were breathing heavy, neither of us talking as we tried to come down from the high of our kiss. He set me down on the ground, and I slumped against the wall, barely able to hold myself up. I had kissed guys before, but none of them came close in comparison to what Tag just made me feel.

  “Querida.”

  I lifted my eyes to look at him and almost moaned again when I saw his own eyes were still full of undeniable passion. What was he going to say? My heart suddenly started pounding for another reason, and the fear he would reject me again slithered up my throat.

  He lifted his hand to my cheek, running his thumb back and forth. “I’m a fool, a damn, sad fool,” he said in a whisper. I stayed quiet because I had no idea what to say to that. I tried to look back down to the floor but that finger slid down my face and kept my head looking up.

  “Don’t look away from me, please,” he said gruffly, looking intently in my eyes. “You taste so good. You feel so good. I’m a fool because I can’t stay away anymore. I can’t stop doing this.” He leaned in again and took my lips in a deep kiss, making me lose all thought. His hands framed my face again as his tongue dove in my mouth and swept all around.

  Something sparked in me, and I knew right then that if I didn’t pursue this, he’d stop it, and I couldn’t let that happen.

  I copied his hands and placed my own on the sides of his face, roughly pulling him closer to me. I felt him jolt in surprise, then heat soar through me as he plunged his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss. He pushed me hard against the wall again, his erection pressing firmly against my tummy. I groaned at the feel of him and felt him smile against my lips.

  “See what you do to me, Penny Santoro,” he told me gruffly against my mouth. His hands left my hair and cupped my ass, lifting me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his middle. He pushed himself against me, making me hit the wall hard again, causing me to gasp. He drove his hips into mine over and over as his tongue mimicked his actions, plunging in and out of my mouth.

  He suddenly twisted around, hands still on my ass, and carried me over to the bed. I held on to his neck as he came down with me, never breaking the kiss. I had never been more turned on in my entire life, and I’d be damned if anything, including Tag himself, was going to stop this.

  Chapter 13

  I followed her down on the bed, not breaking our kiss. At this point, nothing was going to break it. The only thing that could stop me from moving forward was Penny herself. The moment she pushed me aside or said stop, I was done. No way in hell I’d ever force a woman, especially this one.

  She held on to my neck tight, as if she was afraid I’d disappear into thin air. I eased onto my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her and slanted my mouth over hers even more. When she scooted her chest up closer to me and tugged on the back of my head to bring me closer to her, I groaned and drove my tongue deeper into her mouth.

  I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted her. All of her.

  I needed to be inside Penny Santoro.

  I shifted my weight as I tore my lips from her mouth and started to kiss down her face to her jaw. She moaned as she bent her head back, giving me more access to her sweet skin. I smiled as I traveled farther and farther down, reaching the soft skin above the top of her white tank top. My hands were itching to touch her, really touch her, but suddenly I was nervous, afraid it would scare her.

  She must have noticed my hesitation because she framed my face with her hands, making me look at her.

  “Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t hesitate. I want this—I want you.”

  That was all I needed.

  I lowered my head and lightly brushed my lips to hers before going back to where I’d stopped. Looking in her eyes, I placed my hands on her stomach, slowly pushing them inside, underneath her tank. She closed her eyes as I began to touch her, to run my hands over her soft skin.

  My cock pressed hard against my jeans at just the feel of her. She was my idea of heaven. I’d never felt anything more incredible in my life.

  I pressed my lips to her flat stomach, lightly licking a trail around her navel. When I felt something cold against my tongue, I raised my head to look. Shining back at me was a diamond stud pierced in her belly button. My eyes widened in surprise. How had I never seen this piercing until now?

  Her hand suddenly covered it, making me look at her.

  “You hate it,” she muttered so softly I barely caught it.

  “Are you kidding me? It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, querida. I love it.”

  I dropped my head back down and slowly sucked the stud into my mouth, tracing it with my tongue. The gasp of pleasure that came from her mouth only edged me on more. I released it from my mouth, making a small pop with my mouth, and continued to lick my way up her tummy, my hands finally reaching the undersides of her breasts.

  I lightly touched at first, not believing this was actually happening. I wanted to savor each moment, sear it in my mind. I knew the chances of ever touching her like this again were small. I had to take my time, I had to remember each and every touch, moan, and gasp I gave her.

  When my patience ran out, I lifted my lips from her skin as I reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. She arched her back to help me, making me growl as I pushed the cups up her chest. Once they were out of the way, I couldn’t get my lips around a nipple fast enough.

  My blood rushed straight to my cock as I took the pink bud into my mouth, lightly sucking. Her fingers were suddenly on my shoulders, digging into my skin. As I suckled harder, her head started to twist from side to side, and the pressure of her fingers on my shoulders deepened.

  I loved it.

  I released it and immediately went to the other, not wasting time on being gentle. I tugged at it with my teeth, and then laved it with my tongue, circling it over and over. My lips fastened around it, sucking so hard, I made her scream.

  My hand immediately went to her mouth, lightly covering it as a huge grin came over my face. “As much as I love hearing that, querida, the last thing I want is for someone to hear you and think you were in trouble.” Her hand instantly went and covered my hand on her mouth, her eyes wide.

  “Do you think anyone heard?” she squeaked out.

  Removing my hand from her mouth, I clasped hers in it and raised it above her head. “No.” I didn’t have more to say; I had things to do. I crushed my mouth to hers, reached for her other hand, joined it with mine, and pinned both above her head. I took her lower lip between my teeth and gently pulled, then licked the tiny part where I bit, making her shudder beneath me.

  It was time to get rid of her tank top and bra altogether. I sat up and pulled on her hands, jolting her to a sitting position. Her eyes looked huge as she wondered what the hell I was doing. Without saying a word, I took hold of the bottom of her tank and yanked it over her head, then pulled her loosened bra straps down her arms, chucking it on the floor. When I finally got to look at her, just her, it literally blew me away.

  “Penelope Santoro,” I breathed out, “you are so beautiful.”

  She gave a shy smile and then shocked me when one of her hands darted out, cupped behind my neck, and slammed me to her, her lips crushing mine in a searing kiss. I followed along, taking the lead by pressing her back down on the bed and filling my hand with one of her beautiful tits, kneading it over and over in my hand.

  She arched up into my hand, her own pressing me closer to her mouth, hungrily moving her mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. This side of her was catching me off guard, but damn if I didn’t love it. The girl was aggressive in bed, which sud
denly made me wonder how many times she’d done this before.

  Breaking our kiss, I lifted my head and asked her. “How many guys have you been with, querida?”

  It was the worst timing, and by the look in her eye, insulting too, which I didn’t intend. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking,” she answered, her hand still around my neck.

  “Have there been many?”

  She lowered her eyes, which made me nervous. Had she been with a lot of guys? Just the thought had me clenching my jaw.

  “No.”

  No? Relief soared through me. “Tell me, please.”

  She raised her eyes to look at me, apprehension all over them. “Two. Does that bother you? I know what I’m doing, I promise.”

  Groaning, I smiled and leaned down to give her a kiss. “Oh querida, trust me, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. And hell, no, it doesn’t bother me. Just the opposite, in fact.”

  I was done with talking. Clamping my mouth over one of her nipples, I sucked and sucked harder, making her cry out and flail on the bed. Her hands went to the top of my short-sleeved button down, shirt, and I nearly lost my load when after a squeeze of her tit and lick of her nipple, she cried out and ripped my shirt open, sending the buttons flying across the room.

  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.