Page 57 of You for Her (The Edge of Retaliation 2)
“We can’t be doing this,” I whimper against his lips. “There is so much water under the bridge, so much bad blood, it’ll destroy us eventually.”
“Or,” he growls, dragging his lips down my throat, “what doesn’t destroy us will only make us stronger.”
I clench my eyes shut, because I want him, he knows I want him. “Tanner,” I whisper.
“Don’t,” he murmurs against my neck. “Don’t take another thing away from me. I need you, Callie. More than fuckin’ air. I’m fallin’ in love with you.”
No.
Oh, god.
He’s confused. He’s wrong.
He’s not in love with me. He’s running high on emotion, he’s been through a lot, he’s confusing love for something that he doesn’t fully understand.
“You’ve been through a lot. A week ago you wanted me to suffer, that’s not love, Tanner.”
He pulls back, his eyes intense. “A week ago I was doubting my every move because of how I felt about you, I was pushing myself because I was fuckin’ confused and fucked up. I know what I feel, Callie. I’ve been through enough in my life to know the difference.”
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath in.
“Look at me,” he orders, his voice husky.
I open my eyes, and I look at him, I really look at him.
“We’ve got a fuckin’ long way to go. I’ve got a lot of bridges to mend before we can ever be anything solid, but I know how I feel about you. I know that you dig into a part of me that has been closed off for a fuckin’ long time. That means something to me, and I’m not losing another thing that means something to me because I’m too stubborn to fuckin’ see what’s right there in front of me.”
I swallow, and nod, because who am I to tell him how he feels?
Who am I to judge his emotions?
Even if deep down I don’t believe them, I’m not in a place to fight him.
I’m done fighting.
I’m going to let him mend this bridge, because I need to cross over it far more than he’ll ever know.
I want to see what’s on the other side.
17
“OH, GOD,” I WHIMPER, arching, my fingers curling into the sheets. “Tanner.”
His mouth devours me, his tongue dragging up and down my pussy, causing little sparks of pleasure to shoot through my core. His fingers are deep inside me, gently pulling in and out, causing a combination of pleasure I don’t think I’ve felt before. I’m wound up so tightly my back is arched off the bed and my toes are curled so tightly I can hardly feel them anymore.
“I’m going to, oh god …”
I lose my train of thought as pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt in a good while erupts through my body, exploding from the inside out. I cry out Tanner’s name, clutching the sheets, thrashing my head from side to side. He licks me until every shudder is ripped from my body, and only then does he come up for air. He gets to his knees, his gloriously naked body on display for me to see.
Even battered and bruised, he’s perfect.
So fucking beautiful.
He moves quickly, lifting me up and rolling us so his back hits the bed and my body falls over his. I place my knees either side of his hips and he kisses me. He kisses me with such ferocity I lose my breath. I clutch his hair, deepening the kiss until our tongues dance and I can taste myself. We kiss until we’re panting, until we’re frantic. His cock his pressing between my legs, and with a slight adjustment of my hits, I slide down onto it. Inch by inch, taking it, letting it fill me.
He growls, I whimper, and then I make the final leap, sliding down fully onto him. The burning feeling as I stretch is welcomed, and my body comes back on high alert at the realization of what’s going to happen next. Tanner arches up, his mouth catching my nipple, and he sucks as I start to rock, slowly at first, dragging my hips back and forth, before picking up the pace.
Hands on my hips, Tanner moves me, making me fuck him so hard my ass shakes and my breasts bounce. I tip my head back, letting him take control, his big fingers digging into my hips as he arches up with each thrust, filling me as deeply as he can. Pleasure builds inside me, and with each passing thrust, gets stronger and stronger, until I’m screaming his name and experiencing an orgasm that rocks me to my core.
Tanner follows close behind, growling through his release, his cock pulsing over and over inside me. When he slows me down and I come to a stop, I can feel every movement as his release is pulled from his body. Once it’s over, I roll off, tucking myself into his side, both of us panting. It takes a moment for us to catch our breaths, and when we do, I say, “That didn’t hurt, did it?”
