He chuckles. “Yeah, the guys blew up my phone too.”
“Did you tell them?” I ask, looking toward him.
“I haven’t responded yet. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to tell everyone together, or if it was cool for me to say something.”
“I was about to tell the girls.”
“I have an idea.” He grabs my phone and pulls me next to him. “Smile,” he says, kissing my cheek. He snaps a selfie of us then begins tapping on my screen.
“Tanner, I’m topless,” I shriek.
“You can’t see anything,” he assures me, handing my phone back. “I zoomed in on the photo, so it’s just our faces.”
> Consider this our hard launch!
“You texted the entire group a selfie of us in one huge group chat!” I giggle. Texts start to pour in, and my phone vibrates uncontrollably.
“I figured this way no one could complain that they weren’t the first to know.”
He leans forward with both hands on the top of the doorframe, and a grin spreads across his face as he looks at me. For the first time since I moved in, I don’t try to divert my gaze. Instead, I rake my eyes down his bare chest, following his perfectly manicured abs straight down to where his cock protrudes behind his boxer briefs.
My phone continues to vibrate, stealing my attention. He plucks it from my hand and tosses it onto the deflated air mattress, then goes back to leaning on the top of the door frame.
“We’ll text them later,” he says. “Right now I have other plans.”
He lets go from above, gently turning me so my back is flush with the molding. Propping himself over me with one arm, he leans down, grabs the back of my head with the other hand, and then takes my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.
I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him to me. His back muscles flex under my grip, and I allow myself to melt into him.
“That was really hot,” I say as he pulls away.
He leans forward again, but this time instead of kissing me, he kisses the top of my shoulder.
“Did you know that I think your freckles are one of the sexiest things about you?”
“I’ve always been a little self-conscious about them,” I admit.
“No,” he says. “I’ve been dying to kiss every single one of them, and last night it was dark, and they were hard to see. But right here, there’s the perfect amount of light.” He moves to the other side of my neck.
“You aren’t going to take me back to bed?” I ask.
“Patience, pretty girl,” he says. “We’ll get there. We have all day, and I want to take care of you right here first.”
He continues to plant kisses across my neck and shoulders. His hand moves from the back of my head, trailing down my body until it finds the lace of my underwear.
I shudder under his touch, and my breaths quicken. Kissing him in the dark was hot, but watching him with every light on is a whole other experience. Every kiss is placed with purpose, and he smiles every time I react to his touch.
He dips a finger under the lace of my underwear and swipes it up my center, only stopping to draw circles on my small bundle of nerves. My knees threaten to buckle, but I manage to stay upright, and a grin spreads across his face.
“What do you like?” he asks.
“This,” I say, breathless. “I like this. And I like when you curl your fingers inside of me.”
He pushes one finger inside, and I buck my hips forward.
“Like this?” he asks.
I nod. “Mmhmm, but I can take more,” I say, almost on a whimper.
