What He Needs — Tawny Taylor

I need her. More than my next breath. More than life itself. I never wanted to need someone. How did this happen? How did she break through my defenses?

She's been the center of my life for only a few weeks. And yet in that short time she has turned my world on its side. Everything is different now.

Different and better.

Different and worse.

I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't work. I can't do anything without thinking about her, wondering what she's doing, aching to touch her, to hear her sweet voice. In just a few weeks she has become the center of my universe.

When I lose her--and I know I will because there isn't a single person or thing I've loved that I haven't lost--I will be destroyed.

LENGTH: 24,000 words, Novella

BONUS CONTENT: Read an excerpt of Tawny's recent release, AT HIS MERCY, and the sequel to Darkest Fire, DARKEST DESIRE, available now.

PLEASE NOTE: This is the fourth installment of a serialized New Adult storyline. The series is best enjoyed if read in order.

Book 1: What He Wants
Book 2: What He Demands
Book 3: What He Craves
Book 4: What He Needs

SAMPLE
There was nowhere that I felt more alive than in this room with this man. My heart was pounding, my skin tingling, my senses all heightened. I waited, each second absolute agony, to see what he would do next.

He started working on my pants, unbuttoning the fly and revealing an inch of skin at a time. His fingers were nimble, though he seemed to intentionally delay his progress as he pushed them down over my hips. It took a while, but the slow pace and his total focus made me that much warmer.

How he looked at me. How he touched me. It was almost impossible to remain still. I wasn't breathing normally. Instead of slow, shallow and steady breaths, I was gasping.

When he had my pants off, he stepped back, smiled. “Perfect.”

“I'm so glad you like what you see.”

“I love what I see.”

Love. My heart skipped a beat or two. Maybe even three.

I felt my face heating up, my cheeks turning pink.

“Ah, there's that pretty flush.” He caught the center of my bra with his index finger and tugged. “Hmmm. I should have taken this off before I cuffed your wrists, I suppose. Oh well.” Moving so close, I felt his body heat radiating over my chest, he focused his gaze on mine. His hands skimmed around my ribcage to my back, found the hooks and, in a snap, had them undone. My breath caught in my throat. “Look. That flush has spread.” His dark gaze wandered lower, to my chest. My nipples pulled into hard, aching points.

I whimpered.

“Sshhh,” he whispered, looking wicked and sexy. He pushed the cups of my bra up, exposing my flesh to his eyes, his mouth, his hands. He took full advantage, as I knew he would. He pinched one nipple between his left thumb and index finger until the pain was as sharp as a blade, piercing my insides. Then he laved the other with his warm, smooth tongue.

Pain. Pleasure. They blended inside me, swirling round and round, stoking fires ignited deep inside.

How I loved his world. Dark. Dangerous. Sensual. In this place I could explore the forbidden. Without shame. Without guilt or doubt.

My fingers curled into tight fists. My knees softened. I was melting. Already. Losing myself in ecstasy.

“There are so many things I want to show you, to teach you. This is only the beginning.” He scraped his teeth across my nipple, and my spine arched. Oh God, it was delicious agony.

“Yes teach me. I want to please you.”

“You do. In every way.” He flicked his tongue down the center of my chest, between my breasts. “The way you breathe pleases me.” His hands brushed down my sides, fingers spanning my ribcage. “The way you smell pleases me.” His tongue dipped into the shallow hollow of my belly button. “The way you tense beneath my touch pleases me.” Lower, he was moving lower, squatting before me. The tissues between my legs started to pulse with heat. “The way you writhe in ecstasy