Flawless Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #2)(47)
"Tanner?"
He lifted his gaze to meet hers, and she had to take a deep breath at the heat in his eyes. "Sundays, huh?"
"Sundays. All day long."
They stared each other down for a few more moments before she spoke again. “You were my rock, Tanner, when everything else in my world fell apart I was able to come to you for unconditional help. I don’t care what you do for a living, or where you’ve been or will go in your life, but I won’t accept you saying you aren’t good enough for me. Period. You have been my protector for too long, now it’s up to you to make the choice to be my lover too.”
He leaned over, and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to lean to the side in her saddle to meet him in a kiss. Their lips smashed together, teeth clashing, tongues battling, and Zoey’s pu-ssy wept for joy.
When they finally pulled apart they were both panting for air and Tanner was grinning. “We need to get home, so I can show you just how much that means to me, baby.”
Turning her horse, she laughed, “Then what are we waiting for, cowboy? Let’s go!”
As much as Zoey wanted to gallop across the grass to the ranch house, she knew it wasn’t safe in the dark. Instead, she followed his lead slowly but carefully back home. Once there, he took both horses from her and pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. “My room, fifteen minutes.”
Chapter Ten
Tanner unsaddled and stalled the horses faster than he ever had before. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, and his blood felt electrified as it pumped through his brain. Zoey was going to be his for tonight. He was finally going to get the chance to touch and taste every sexy inch of her lush body, and then sink into her tight pu-ssy.
Stifling a groan at the wicked images racing through his brain, he adjusted his wood behind his zipper and headed for his bedroom. The door was closed, and when he pushed it open he was pleased to see that she followed his instructions. Her apprehension was clear in the way she sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, but there was hope and desire in her gorgeous blue eyes, and she held the red rose he had given her in her hands. He couldn’t get over how sexy it was to see her in his bedroom. The anticipation of having her was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever experienced.
He moved to her side quickly, and stood over her, invading her space to see how she handled it. Her head tilted back, and he saw her throat convulse around a nervous swallow. Gently tugging the rose from her hands, he ran his fingertips over the soft petals. “Why did you bring this in here, Zoey?”
“I-I’m not exactly sure.” Her eyes darted away from him when he gave her a hard look of disbelief.
“I guess I wanted to be sure that you remembered to be romantic. I’ve fantasized about Dominance and submission, but I’ve never experienced it. I’m a little scared now.”
Tanner ran the crimson flower over her soft cheek, and then her lips, smiling slightly when she inhaled as it passed under her nose. “You have nothing to be scared of, baby. We’ll only go as far and as fast as you are up to. Trust me.”
She gave him a tentative nod, and then tipped her chin back to look up at him again. “Um, so what now?”
If it weren’t for the butterflies dancing in his own stomach, he might have laughed. She was such an interesting blend of vixen and virgin that it kept him on his toes. The woman who had blatantly teased and challenged him hadn’t waited to triumph; she had disappeared behind a veil of self-conscious nerves.
“Now, I teach you patience. You say you’ve fantasized about submitting to me, and now you will experience it. In the morning we’ll talk and you can decide whether or not you want to continue, or bail.” He tugged the elastic from her hair, letting her ponytail free, tangling his fingers in the heavy locks, and then he tugged on it. Her gasp made his dick pulse.
Her eyes drifted shut, but before they did he saw the sparkle nearly snuffed out. “So this is one night…”
“No.” The one word answer came out harsher than he intended, but it did have her snapping her eyes open again. “No, I want this to be more than that. I don’t want you to think that you’re an easy screw for me, baby. You are so much more than that. I just don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into yet.”
Those brilliant blue eyes of hers seemed to penetrate the layers of self-loathing, and self-denial, reaching deep into his heart and laying it wide open. “Give it your best shot, cowboy. I’m not leaving until you push me out.”
A growly groan broke free from his voice box, and he pushed her onto her back on his bed, and set the flower down nearby. Taking his time, he ran his hands over her clothed form, pressing kisses to her mouth, nose, chin, jaw, and every inch of skin he exposed as he peeled her shirt over her head. He bit his own tongue when he flipped open the front clasp of her bra and bared her creamy breasts to his view. Her nipples were about the size of dimes, but the areolas were large and a delicious dusky rose color.
As he reverently skimmed his lips over her ribcage, she arched up into him and tried to grab his head. He jerked backwards, and pushed her hands down into the mattress underneath her. “No, baby. Lesson number one, I’m in charge. You take what I give you.”
Zoey nodded, her pupils expanding as her desire increased. She was a feast for sore eyes with her lush curves and milky white skin, spread out on his dark navy blue comforter. An innocence to her eager responses and pink flush of need struck a chord in his chest.