Tank (Blue-Collar Billionaires Book 1) by M. Malone

Author:M. Malone [Malone, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781938789182
Publisher: CrushStar Romance
Published: 2014-05-18T18:30:00+00:00

Standing in the middle of my room, some of my reason comes back. Tank followed me down the hall and now reclines on my bed, his arms folded behind his head. The silence is a little unnerving. I think he’s waiting for me to change my mind.

But that’s not what I want.

Ever since the attack, I’ve been walking through fog. I have panic attacks at the simplest things and constant uncertainty over what I should do, where I should go and what the future holds. But right here, right now, I’m not uncertain and I’m definitely not afraid.

I’m alive. Only Tank makes me feel this way.

“Come here,” he whispers.

From anyone else the order would annoy me but from him, yeah I’ll come anywhere he wants me to. I crawl across the bed, newly aware of how my body moves. His eyes follow every movement, taking in the arch in my back, the placement of my hand between his legs and then my thighs as I straddle him. When he looks up at me, his eyes are hooded. I’m slammed with a sharp ache deep in my belly at the raw, carnal desire in that look. He sees something he wants.

And it’s me.

“You are so beautiful. So perfect.” His hands skim over the skin of my arm and up into my hair. He always seems fixated on my hair. Now he’s gripping it, twisting the long strands around his fist. I whimper, taken off guard by how hot it is to have him holding me like this. He’s turned my hair into some kind of leash and the idea of him taking control that way is … startlingly arousing.

He pulls me forward and leans up at the same time until our mouths meet again. I can’t think with his mouth on mine. Suddenly, he turns us over, so I’m on the bottom and the weight of him settling on top of me is so good that I groan out loud. His jeans rub right up against my panties causing the fabric to slip and slide through the folds of my sex. My head falls back and I grind against him shamelessly. Every rock of his hips brushes against my clit and it’s got me right on the edge. My skirt is around my waist at this point and when he looks down, he can see the white cotton and the wetness on the inside of my thighs.

“Look how wet you are for me. For this.” He hooks a finger in the panties and pulls them to the side. Then his finger slides deep, pushing through my clenching muscles all the way up to his knuckle.

“Tank. I need…”

He bites my bottom lip and his eyes fix on mine, hot and hard. “I know what you need. You need this,” his finger plunges deep again, “and you need me.”

He pulls away briefly to yank his shirt over his head and push his jeans down. I take the opportunity to shed my shirt and wiggle out of my skirt.

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