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She could feel his stone-hard cock swelling underneath her.
“Tru,” he said hoarsely as she rocked against his erection.
“Yes?” she asked innocently as she eased off him and unfastened her jean shorts.
His eyebrows were arched up now, and he ran his hands through his hair and linked his hands behind his head. “You’re trying to kill my resolve, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” She kicked off her shorts, panties and all, and now all she wore was a T-shirt that barely reached her thighs.
Tabian reached forward and cupped her sex and moaned. “You’re already wet.”
“It’s going to feel so good when you slide it in.”
A long, low snarl rattled from his throat, and he leaned in as she reached for him. His lips crushed against hers harder now,and he dragged her onto his lap, then stood in one fluid motion and carried her toward the hallway. “Where’s your bedroom?” he rumbled.
“End of the hall on the left,” she said breathlessly.
Oh, her mind was completely gone right now.
His arms were firm around her, one hooked under her ass, and he set her down onto the mattress in her room. He pulled her shirt over her head and then stared in hunger at her cleavage.
The bra she wore was nothing fancy, because she’d had big plans to lounge around the house and pout today, but Tabian seemed to like it well enough.
He cupped her breasts and pressed them together, deepening her cleavage in the bra.
He leaned down and rubbed his beard against her sensitive skin there and then pulled the fabric down enough to pour her tits out the top.
It couldn’t have been flattering, but that man looked at her like she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, so who was she to complain?
Tabian peeled his shirt off and holy shit, he was perfect. His six pack flexed with the movement of tossing his shirt to the floor, and she reached for his abs to see if they were as smooth as they looked. It was like touching a warm stone statue. His arms were big, and powerful, and the broadness there tapered into a trim waist. He had some silver scars that looked old and healed. Someday she was going to ask where he got each of them, but for now, she just wanted to memorize him.
Tabian covered her with his body and nipped at the side of her neck, then murmured, “You remember the rule, right?”
“Mmm, spread my legs wider for you because you are a giant man?”
His chuckle was absolutely wicked. “Good girl, but I mean the other rule.”
Oh, she knew what he meant. He wanted her to beg. “Mmm, wear lowcut tops all the time so you can see my boobs better?”
He nipped her neck again. “Okay, forget my rule, you are in charge now. I like all of these. You make the rules now.”
She giggled and reached for the button of his jeans. “Please fuck me.”
“Oh my God, Tru,” he uttered. He kissed her and unfastened his jeans, shoved them down and kicked out of them, and now he was on her, knees bent under her, cradling her body with his. “Say that again.”
Tru eased her lips to his ear and whispered, “Tabian, please fuck me.”
His low growl vibrated directly through her chest, and she smiled up at the ceiling. She loved having this kind of power over a man like him. She was getting drunk on this feeling.
No problems existed here in the safety of Tabian’s arms.
He pressed his erection against her wet sex and drew it back slowly. It already felt good and he wasn’t even inside of her yet.
Rolling her eyes closed, she arched her head back and clawed her nails against his back gently.
A moan escaped him and he slid into her smoothly. The stretch felt so good as he drove deep into her. For a few moments, he held there, positioned deep inside of her, kissing the side of her neck.
She could feel his canines as he clamped his teeth against her sensitive skin there, but he didn’t break the skin. He put only enough pressure to feel pleasurable as he began to move within her.
