do.
“Tanner, you mustn’t … this is wrong. I can’t…”
His lips left her breast, and he looked down at her with eyes that shone so darkly that she could see herself within their depths. “This is right for us, Diana. I know you want me as much as I want you. I’ve tried to resist you, but you’ve become my obsession.”
“But Kingsley?”
“Do you feel this way when he kisses you or touches you?” he demanded. “Am I wrong to think that you want me? Tell me you don’t want me to do this…” He kissed her with a hot hunger that burned right through her. “Or this.” His hands cupped her breasts, taking her fullness into the calloused palms. “Or this.” And then his lips settled upon her nipple to suckle and drive her wild with a feeling she couldn’t name.
This was how she had thought to feel with Kingsley, but she had no idea it would be anything like this. This was what she wanted, this incredible ache within her that was part pain, part forbidden pleasure — such dark pleasure she thought she might die from it.
Her fingers wove into the thick strands of his hair. “Oh, Tanner, please…”
She wanted him to stop, yet not stop. All thought of Kingsley fled as Tanner’s hand slid up her skirt to stroke the softness of her inner thighs. His fingers traced a path higher and higher on her silken flesh. Diana stared up at the moonlit sky, her eyes widening in mute surprise. He couldn’t mean to touch her there. It wasn’t decent, it wasn’t right. But when his fingers found her velvet target, stroking and readying her for what was to come, it felt glorious.
“Do you want me to stop, Diana? I will if you want me to stop. But you must tell me, otherwise, I’ll undress you here and make love to you. Tell me what you want. Tell me.”
His breath fanned her naked breasts while he suckled each nipple in turn. His fingers worked their magic within the heated crevice of her body. She had no will, no power to stop him. She felt as if she were going to melt and dissolve into nothingness. Tanner was doing something to her, something so unbearably wonderful that nothing mattered, nothing and no one. At this moment all she wanted was for the achingly pleasant sensation between her legs to continue. The thought of Tanner undressing her here and loving her aroused her senses and only made the ache flare with something so undeniably exquisite that she couldn’t deny him.
“Tell me,” she heard his voice again. “Tell me what you want.”
“I … want … you.” She sounded breathless.
“I love you, Diana.” Tanner kissed her again, his fingers not ending their assault upon her lower body but moving more deeply within her until she found herself panting with a strange and powerful wanting.
The sky above them seemed to glow with silver and gold, her whole being shimmered like moonbeams upon the river as her body writhed beneath Tanner’s sensual stroking. Her breath began to come in tiny pants and she knew something was about to happen to her, something so unbearably wonderful that she found herself arching to meet it.
Her hands found the broadness of his shoulders, clutching him in preparation for the wonder of it all. She shut her eyes. “Oh, Tanner, oh, Tanner—”
“Diana!”
Through her desire-shrouded brain Diana recognized the owner of the voice that cut like a razor through the night. She stiffened, and a sick feeling of dread destroyed the ultimate pleasure she would have experienced beneath Tanner’s hands.
Opening her eyes, she saw Kingsley looming over them.
2
Kingsley wrenched Tanner from her, but Tanner instantly sprang to his feet and knocked Kingsley to the ground with a sharp jab to the jaw. “You bastard!” Kingsley growled up at him. “I’ll make you sorry for that.”
“Go on,” Tanner baited. “Get off your backside and do something about it. I’ve been waiting for years for the opportunity. Or are you too much of a coward to defend your honor? What