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“It’s a big project,” I tell him, looking around again, getting ideas.
“After last weekend, you should be resting,” he tellsme, concern suddenly etching his features, but I am so sick of resting. Especially as my eyes meet his. Everything else fades away.
“I don’t want to rest,” I tell him teasingly as I take a small step toward him. My voice is full of innuendo.
“But you are still recovering.” He swallows roughly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as I trail my hands up the front of his shirt.
“I slowed down because of my ankle, and now I slowed down because some asshole cut my brakes. I don’t want to go slow anymore…” My heart picks up pace in my chest as I step away, my fingers moving to the buttons on the front of my dress, itching to get it off.
“You had a big scare,” he says, still not reaching for me, even with how close I am. I need to feel him, I need his hands on my body. It’s like he’s holding himself back.
“I’m fine. I feel better just being here with you, Tanner.” Opening the first button and then the second, I bite my lip as my eyes flick to his. I don’t want him to be scared to touch me. I need his touch, I crave it. My body heats just thinking about it, and I open my dress, exposing my chest.
“You aren't healed, baby,” he says gruffly, his teeth gritting, and I know I am getting to him.
“Maybe not. But I am burning for you,” I say, my voice breathy, as his eyes drop to my chest. “Touch me, Tanner.” I drop my sundress from my shoulders, the fabric gliding down my body to the floor, and I stand in front of him in nothing but my matching white lace underwear.
“Goddamn. Look at you.”
In two large strides, he’s smashing his lips to mine ashis hands wrap around my middle. Melting into him, I breathe out the stress I was holding all week and give myself over to him.
“You want me to touch you? You burn for me?” he whispers over my lips as he cups my face, looking into my eyes. The intensity makes me shiver as I nod eagerly.
With a growl, he picks me up, my legs circling his waist immediately, and then he drops to his knees.
“Tanner,” I breathe out his name as our bodies meet the floor. My hands grab at his shirt, and I find his buttons, frantically opening them, needing to feel his skin on mine. He lowers me to my back, and I lie under him, his knees between my legs on a soft rug he has right next to an open fireplace. Images of what this would be like when snowing outside infiltrate my mind, a new desire now unlocked, before his lips on me pull me back to the moment I’m so desperate for.
“Oh, baby girl, I missed hearing you say my name like that,” he says, his shirt now off, and leaning back up, he makes quick work of his boots and jeans, his eyes traveling down my body and back up again. I squirm under his attention, but only for a breath before he’s pulling the lace from my hips, lowering between my legs, and pressing his lips to my core.
“And I missed this,” I hiss the words, my breath escaping me as he laps at my wetness like a man starved. I’m panting within a minute, euphoria already overwhelming my senses as he lifts my hips up from the rug, his hands curving around the back of my thighs, his head completely buried against me.
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God…” I whimper continuously at thecontact as he doesn’t come up for air. His tongue is warm and delves into me, over and over, making me gasp; his lips suck my clit, his whiskers scratch just right, his moans give me butterflies, and all of it together has me seeing stars.
“More, Tanner. More, please,” I beg of him, and before I know it, he’s kissing his way up my body, eyes level with mine.
“Tell me what you want,” he grits out, his eyes on fire, his chest heaving and red. The two of us are famished and just about feral for each other. After the week I had, I need it, I need him.
“Fuck me, Tanner,” I tell him, and he listens immediately. Lifting my leg, he places it at his hip and I curve it around his waist to bring him closer.
“Anything you want, baby girl. I can’t deny you a thing,” he growls as he lines himself up and pushes inside me, giving me exactly what I want.
36
TANNER
Like a red flag to a bull, I am raging, my cock hard and throbbing, my hunger for her insatiable. Her body arches, gasping as we melt together, and it feels like I am finally home after a long absence. The relief in my bones is instant, the feel of her around me incomparable, and as I gaze down into her eyes, I swear on everything that is holy this woman needs to be mine. Permanently.
I try to go slow. After the week she had, I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to touch her. I tried to be there for her, but I didn’t know what she needed or when. The vision of her bloody and dirty, lying in that hospital bed is a memory of mine that won't be erased anytime soon, and the pain and anger I have felt about it still simmers under my skin.
I want to give her everything she asks for, including fucking her right here on my living room floor.
As her request fell from her lips, understanding washed over me that I would not deny this woman anything. So I thrust into her fast, hard, and hungry.When she dropped her dress and presented herself to me in her pretty white lace like a fucking angel, she knew what she was doing. I peeled off her underwear like I was unwrapping a fucking present. A gift from God directly to me is exactly what she is.
“Yes… yes… yes…” she chants as I piston into her, all tenderness forgotten, my dire need to have her, consume her, make her come over and over the only thing on my mind. I lose control around her every single time and today is no exception.
“Fuck, baby girl, you are so fucking good… too fucking good,” I grit out, my jaw tight as I watch her underneath me, her breasts bouncing in her lace bra, her mouth open, her hair splayed on my rug. My hand wraps around her lower back, tilting her hips a little so I hit that spot inside of her that I know makes her crazy.
“Oooooh… My… God!” she cries out, her eyes widening a little.
