TangledHunger by Tina Christopher Page A

something in the
deepest recesses of her heart. She lay back against the high-thread cotton
sheets. “Do your worst.”
    Duncan halted. “Is that a challenge I hear?”
    Tanasha grinned. “That’s your own fault. You said you would
drive me higher than I’ve ever been before. Now put your credits where your
mouth is.” She had no idea where her confidence came from, but being with Duncan
was like breaking through the containment field that had held her sexuality
prisoner. With him she could be herself.
    Most likely she wouldn’t be able to meet his gaze in the
morning, but right now she didn’t care.
    He finished tying the knot and then put his hands next to
her shoulders. From where she lay, he looked massive, all male muscle ready to
pounce. Her pussy moistened more and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her
legs together. Duncan brought an edge to their night, an unpredictability that
Tanasha had not encountered before.
    She loved every second of it.
    He rose off the bed and stood at the foot. Slowly he
unclipped her shoes and pulled them off. Next came the socks. Then he gently
moved her legs apart and crawled between them until he could go no farther.
    Duncan circled his fingers around her bellybutton, stroking
her so lightly she could barely feel it. This almost-touch drove her at the
same time higher and around the bend. She wanted to feel him, not something
that was so light the anticipation for the next caress drove her crazy.
    Duncan continued to torture her with his almost-touch all
across her stomach and below her breasts, but never where she really wanted
him—between her legs and at her breasts. With her hands tied, all she could do
was twist her body, attempting to receive the touch she needed, but Duncan
didn’t allow it. He would lift his hand until she lay still again.
    Finally, after what felt like an age, he opened her trousers
and peeled them off her legs. Duncan chuckled.
    “What?”
    “I hadn’t expected lace and wings,” he said.
    Blood rushed into her face. So what? She liked lacy
underwear and this pair of undies always made her smile. Instead of the typical
bow at the front, this one had a set of miniature feathery Naema wings at the
center.
    She shrugged as if it were no big deal.
    Duncan leaned forward and kissed her stomach, just above the
wings. “I love them. Maybe one day you will share yours with me again,” he
whispered.
    Goose bumps ran up and down her body. He’d already seen more
of her wings than any other man and it had been amazing.
    “Maybe,” she whispered huskily.
    He bit the soft curve of her stomach, not with his fangs or
hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough intensity her back arched. She
moaned.
    He continued to nibble on her stomach when he hooked his
fingers into the band of her undies and slowly pulled them down. She lifted her
hips to make it easier and cool air brushed along her throbbing clit.
    Duncan took his time, delivering small, nibbled kisses along
her legs, her knees, her calves. He reached her feet and she wanted to strangle
him. He didn’t touch where she needed it. He left her most sensitive place
empty on purpose.
    He’d said he would drive her crazy. And it worked.
    Duncan stood at the foot of the bed and pulled off his
boots. When he unbuckled his belt Tanasha stopped breathing. He pushed down his
pants and his erection rose up between his thighs. It was large, thick enough
she would have trouble encircling it with her hand. The bulbous red head stood
up proudly and was covered in pre-come.
    Tanasha swallowed. Just watching him stand there made her
crazy. She wanted to feel his width thrust inside her, wanted to feel him rake
across her fabled G-spot, the spot she knew he’d find. Duncan circled his hand
around his penis and stroked up and down a couple of times as if to taunt her.
    She groaned. She wanted to be the one to stroke that smooth
skin.
    He chuckled as if he’d read her thoughts and crawled between
her legs. His