Free Tahoe Blues by Aubree Lane Page B

bed , and her skin pebbled with the intoxicating sensation. Tanner took a small step back. The look of appreciation and desire upon his face made her feel even more amazing. Cara drew in a deep breath and stretched her hands up under her head.
    She didn’t feel coy or shy under his scrutiny. She felt like a goddess.
    When Cara could tolerate the space between them no longer, she sat up and brushed her knuckles across his stomach and chest. “You make me feel beautiful.”
    Tanner gasped when her fingers moved across his skin. The curls of his hair tickled her nose when she kissed the center of his chest. Her hands ran down his firm biceps. She wanted more. She needed more. She demanded more.
    Tanner eased her back into the bed. One hand slipped between her thighs, and she opened herself to him like she had never opened to another man. A heightened sense of sensuality and power flowed through her.
    She grabbed Tanner’s top button as he unzipped his fly . Together they wrestled with his jeans until they were nothing more than a heap at the end of the bed. Cara felt his steely heat and burned for him to fill her. “Tanner, please,” she begged.
    He pulled back and propped himself on his elbow, taking her in one more time. He ran his hand down her face and kissed her tenderly. She took hold of his engorged shaft and began to stroke him. Tanner’s tongue plunged into Cara’s mouth, and they feasted upon each other. Cara wrapped her leg around his back in an effort to pull him on top of her.
    She was starving for more.
    He pulled away from their kiss and se ttled himself between her legs. He teased and kissed her cheek, then her neck. When he took hold of her hands and held them above her head, Cara bucked against his groin and begged, “I need you.”
    He released her hands just long enough to reach into his nightstand to rustle out a condom. He ripped the package open, and Cara watched him sheath himself. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
    He caged her hands back above her head and positioned himself near her entrance. Cara tried to wiggle closer .
    “Cara Lee ,” Tanner whispered as he teased her opening with the head of his cock.
    “Please , Tanner, please,” she pleaded breathlessly.
    Tanner groaned and finally entered her. His movements began slowly, as if he were savoring the moment. He gently pulled out and repeated the process.
    Cara was beyond needy. The moment Tanner’s grip slackened , she grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. One hand ran through his hair and the other around his back to clench his broad shoulder.
    She could not get enough. Sh e was consumed.
    Tanner nipped and bit at her lower lip as she bucked to meet his every thrust.
    She was ravenous.
    Taking control, Cara wrapped a leg around Tanner’s body and successfully rolled him over. She mounted him in one swift motion. Settling on him, Cara placed her hands on his chest. Tanner pushed her hair from her face. She shuddered at the fire she saw burning in his heavy lidded, cerulean eyes.
    A bead of sweat rolled down Cara’s back as she rode him. Tanner rose up and met her every thrust in perfect time while his fingers ran circles around her clit and brought her closer to the edge.
    Cara threw her head back and closed her eyes, she could feel it coming.
    Tanner worked her hungry bud with his thumb and massaged her breast while he gently rolled and teased her tight nipple. “Look at me, Cara,” he demanded.
    Cara bit her lip and looked in to Tanner’s smoldering eyes.
    That was all it took. Cara was propelled over the edge of the highest peak she had ever climbed. Her face froze in the delicious delight of release.
    When he felt her tightening, Tanner closed his eyes and exploded inside her. He grabbed her hips and guided her through the last few rhythmic thrusts of their frenzied copulation.
    Gasping for air, Tanner pulled her onto his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and he held her tight as they both descended from the top of Mount