So much for that assumption.
Because the real Tank?
He was a conqueror, the type to take what he wanted without asking or apologizing.
“Answer me, McKenna.”
She blinked a few times, fighting to focus and remember the question. When she did, she felt her face grow hot, though not from embarrassment. She’d never been this aroused in her life, and they were both still dressed.
“Yes,” she replied, certain if anyone could make her scream during sex, it was Tank.
Pleased by her answer, he lowered his head, kissing her cheek before placing his lips against her ear. “Good girl.”
Jesus. H. Christ.
She was a goner.
While she’d had an amazing time with him tonight at the pub, she truly hadn’t seen the date ending this way. The entire way home, she’d been debating whether or not it would be wise to let him kiss her good night on her front porch.
Boring McKenna had decided it wouldn’t happen.
Thank God that stupid bitch wasn’t here right now.
Rising to his knees, Tank reached for her hand, prompting her to sit up as well. “I have no idea where your bedroom is,” he said, as he tugged her pajama top over her head. “But I know it’s too far away.”
McKenna didn’t have time to consider his actions before he was tossing not only her shirt but her bra to the floor.
Her hands instinctively rose to cover her breasts. She hadn’t even had time to prepare herself mentally for being naked in front of him. While he was a Greek god, all chiseled muscles and no fat, she was leaner, bonier.
Tank grasped her wrists, pulling them away and lifting them so he could kiss her palms. “I don’t ever want you to hide from me,” he said, lowering her hands to her lap. “I love everything I see.”
McKenna knew he was talking about her tits, but the lonely woman, the one whose confidence was still wobbly from the last breakup, wanted to believe he was referring to more than just her body.
Then Tank kissed her again, and every bad, insecure feeling vanished in an instant.
She gave in to instinct, drawing his jersey over his head so she could lean toward him, taste and stroke and even bite. Tank growled when she sank her teeth into his pec, the sound low and guttural and so fucking hot.
“You’re going to be my wildcat,” he murmured, pushing her to her back once more.
She didn’t have time to wrap her head around how much she liked that nickname most of all, before Tank took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked…hard.
Her back arched as she cried out his name. Her hands found their way to his hair, and she gripped it. It felt as if she was at the very top of the roller coaster about to plummet back to the ground. She was terrified and thrilled at the same time, and she didn’t want this ride to end.
Tank played with her breasts for way longer than any of her past lovers, driving her arousal up inch by inch. She wasn’t sure why she’d expected him to just get right down to business. Maybe because he seemed to live his life in fast-forward, constantly accelerating from zero to sixty, always pushing things to the limit quickly.
Instead, Tank acted like a man with nothing but time on his hands. Time he intended to use to drive her out of her mind.
She was gasping for air when he finally lifted his head, his chocolate-brown eyes dark with something she’d never seen on a man’s face.
Hunger…and a burning desire so powerful it made her dizzy.
“I want you,” she whispered, shocked by the admission and then by how true it was.
Tank cupped her cheek. “I want you too.”
McKenna had to blink a few times to clear her vision, hating the tears that accompanied his confession. Not that she hated the words. Just the fact that they proved how much Eddie’s rejection had knocked her down.
Because despite the way Tank was looking at her as if she hung the moon, she couldn’t stop herself from doubting the sincerity of his admission. After all, he could have any woman he wanted.
