Page 35 of This for That (The Edge of Retaliation 1)
That’s how she works.
It’s how she’s always worked.
She’ll never be what I need.
Not ever.
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NOW – CALLIE
Tanner’s lips are soft, and hard, and warm. His face is scratchy against my skin, and his body is hard, pressed against mine. I’m on his lap, my knees on either side of him, pushing into the sofa, and his hands are on my ass, holding me close, grinding me against him. I’m so wet, so fucking wet, it aches. Everything aches. My nipples. My pussy. My body. Everything.
I want more of him than he can give in this very second, and yet I want to savor every moment and pray it never stops.
His big hands roam up my back, under my shirt, and they feel warm and rough against my skin. His cock is hard beneath me, probing into my jeans, making us both moan when I rock back and forth on it, rubbing myself up and down the length. It’s an impressive length, if I do say so myself. I’m not familiar with how big they normally are, but I’m pretty sure Tanner is doing okay in that department.
“We should be talkin’ about what happened here tonight, not makin’ out like a couple of horny teenagers,” Tanner growls, then nips at my lower lip.
I run my hands through his thick hair, and murmur, “But I thoroughly enjoy making out like horny teenagers, don’t you?”
He moans when I jerk my hips along his cock. “Fuckin’ believe me, I do, but you’re not safe, and I want to know why. I’d love to continue this little dance until my cock is so deep in you, I can feel my balls slappin’ your sweet pussy, but that wouldn’t be the right thing to do.”
“There is nothing you can do here,” I whisper, leaning down and inhaling the goddamned incredible masculine scent rolling off his neck. “I’ll call the police in the morning and we’ll go from there, okay?”
“Feel like you’re not tellin’ me everything there is to know,” he murmurs.
I exhale and pull back. “Tanner, please, can we just drop this?”
He narrows his eyes and searches my face. “Don’t appreciate bein’ lied to, and you’re hiding something. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Someone has a problem with me, okay? It’s a long story, and I don’t want to get into it now. Please, I’m begging you, can we drop this?”
I might be soft and supple when I need to be, but I’m also headstrong and stubborn. I don’t like being asked questions, and Tanner doesn’t seem to like me not answering the ones he so clearly wants the answers to. I’m not ready to go there with him.
“Okay,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Okay, I’ll drop it. But I do have to go; gotta pick Andrea up and take her home. She texted saying she needs a ride. Don’t like leavin’ you here alone. When does Joanne come home?”
“She’s not,” I say, “but I’m fine. I’ll lock up and keep my phone close. It’ll be okay.”
He looks hesitant. “I’ll call Andrea, tell her I can’t come . . .”
“It’s late, Tanner. She won’t be able to get another ride at this time of the night, not to mention she doesn’t need you skipping giving her a ride because you’re hanging out with the new girl. Please, I’ll be okay.”
He exhales, and then nods. “Okay, if you’re sure. Goin’ to text you, and I want an answer as soon as you get it. Anything happens, anything at all, you call me. I don’t care what time.”
Goddamned sweet, this man. “Okay,” I whisper.
“As for this,” he murmurs, running his fingertips up and down my thighs, “don’t have the time to finish it the way I want to, but I will finish it for now.”
I’m not entirely sure what he means until he takes hold of my jeans and starts moving them down. For a moment, I’m confused, then I realize he wants me to take them off. Not wanting to argue, my body way too wound up, I go with it and get off his lap, shuffling out of my jeans as slowly as I can so I don’t trip or do something incredibly unattractive. Then, when I’m down to my panties, I climb back onto his lap.
“You have a fuckin’ beautiful body, Callie.”
“Ditto,” I whisper.
His fingers trail up my thighs and when he reaches my panties, he slips them aside, revealing my very wet pussy. He swipes a finger through and growls low. “Fuckin’ wet and ready for me. You’re makin’ it so fuckin’ hard to stop.”
I wish he wouldn’t stop.
God, do I wish he wouldn’t stop.
I also respect the hell out of him for not taking what he wants and being done with it; that’s really something else. I’m certain it’s a good quality.
