Page 44 of Allegiance
Lena
When they walkedinside Lena’s condo, she didn’t waste time with showing Tank around the place. Instead, she grabbed him by the waist and cornered him against her living room wall.
“Damn.” Sounding a bit shocked at her boldness, he clutched her waist. “You’re not fucking around.”
Lena’s heart raced with excitement at the newness of what was happening between them. “Do you want to drink a glass of wine and prattle on about our lives?” she asked, caressing his lips with hers in a tender, teasing play of tongue and teeth. When she drew away, he pressed himself harder against her hips, making it damn clear he only wanted her.
“I’m very attracted to you,” she whispered, palming his hard dick behind his jeans. As she watched him hiss and jut his hips forward, the familiar power of knowing a man wanted her beneath him curled her toes with pleasure.
“Good to hear. After our date, I was starting to think you weren’t interested.” Tank spoke through clenched teeth, his large hand gripping hers and rubbing it up and down against his erection. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Lena dropped light kisses along his neck and collarbone, aroused by the way he guided her hand along his shaft, the feeling vibrating through her bones.
“Don’t fucking stop,” Tank growled in her ear, his free hand cupping her ass while the other kneaded her breast, fondling whatever he could as he struggled to free her of her shorts and tank top. “Too many damn clothes.”
A small giggle slipped past her lips. “I’m sure you can figure it out.” Tearing her hand away from his dick, she fumbled with the button at his fly and pulled down the zipper. Shoving down his jeans, she took in his tight briefs that barely contained his bulging erection. “It’s so big.”
Laughing, Tank placed his hands on her waist, above her shorts, and kissed her as he
shoved one hand down inside her panties and palmed her.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, pressing her head back against the wall while rocking against his hand.
“You like that?” Shifting his hand, he ran his finger through her slit. “And you’re so damn wet. I like it.” Removing his hand, he brought his finger up to his lips and slid it into his mouth. “You taste real good, baby.”
Oh, shit! I’ve never had a man do that. Damn, he’s good.Lena watched him intently, mesmerized by his every move.
Tank tugged on the hem of her top. “Take this off.”
She pulled her hair out of its ponytail and peeled the lime green tank top over her head, revealing a white lacy bra underneath, her tight nipples jutting through the thin material.
“Damn,” he growled, his gaze fixed on her breasts.
Suddenly embarrassed, she covered herself with her arms.
“No reason to be shy.” He pulled her arms away from her chest. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I like what I see. Are you gonna let me see more?”
Heat crept up her neck and over her face, but she pushed past it and reached back to unhook her bra. It fell away, fluttering down to the floor next to her feet. She looked into his smoldering eyes and shifted in place.
“I pictured this so many fuckin’ times after that damn engagement party, but you look even better in the flesh.”
A nervous giggle spilled from her lips.
Looking into her eyes, he reached out and cupped her breasts with his hands and pinched her nipples. The sweet pain traveled down to her clit, and she squeezed her legs together. When he pinched harder, she gasped, unable to look away from his eyes, losing herself in his piercing stare and building arousal. As he played with her breasts, he leaned in and claimed her lips with his teeth and tongue. She moaned into his mouth before he released her and stepped back to rid her of her shorts and panties. Falling in a tangle around her ankles, she stepped out of them slowly.
Whistling low, he took her in from head to toe, a primal lust burning in his eyes. “Fuckin’ perfect. I want you,now.” His last statement was a predatory growl against her shoulder as scooped her up off the ground and into his arms.
She stared into his brown eyes. “I want you, Tank.” Her nipples pebbled against his chest as he held her tightly against him. “The bedroom’s to the right. Don’t drop me.”
He laughed. “You’re always so damn bossy.” Squeezing her behind, she squealed and wiggled in his embrace, clinging to his shoulders. “I want you out of control, woman, just this once.”
“You’ll have to work hard for that.”
“That’s not a problem.”
Before Lena could take another breath, he eased her onto the bed. Propping her head up with her hand, she watched him strip off his boots, his socks, and then his T-shirt. She stared at his tanned muscles and followed the line of hair leading down to the waistband of his boxers. Pausing, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Surprised by the tender gesture, a mixture of emotions flooded through her—confusion, vulnerability, joy.
“I’ll be right back, darlin’.”
