I covered the space between us in three long strides, caught her face between my hands, and kissed her like I’d been starving for her. She let out a low moan and dug her fingers into my shoulders, pulling me closer. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue and the kind of hunger that had been building for days.
Her back hit the wall. I pressed my thigh between her legs and slid my hands down to grip her hips. She arched into me, her breath hot against my mouth.
“Tell me to stop,” I said.
She let out a soft laugh. “Never.”
I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands moving under her shirt. Her skin was smooth and warm under my palms. She gasped when I found her breast and tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck.
“This is your last chance to walk away,” I growled against her lips.
She grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. “Shut up, Hollister.”
That was the only answer I needed. I lifted her, cradling her ass in my hands while she wrapped her legs around my waist. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it to the bed, but somehow, we did.
She didn’t let go when I laid her down. Not even when I stripped her jeans off, or when I followed the path of my hands with my mouth.
She was all heat and demand underneath me, her hands in my hair, her thighs tightening around my hips. I kissed my way down her stomach, then lingered at the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. She was soft where I was hard, curved where I wasn’t, and every inch of her fit against me like she’d been made for this. No, not for this. For me.
The thought should have sent me running back to my ranch. Instead, it made me reckless.
I stripped her underwear off with my teeth, her breath hitching as I dragged them down her legs. Then I was between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips, my mouth on her before she could even take her next breath.
She tasted like heaven. Her hands fisted in my hair while her hips lifted off the bed. I didn’t let up. Didn’t give her time to think or to second-guess or to do anything but take what I was giving her. Her thighs shook around my shoulders, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.
“Tanner—”
“I’ve got you, sweet girl.” I flattened my tongue, circled her clit, and she came hard, her body tightening around nothing, her hands gripping the sheets. I didn’t stop. Kept working her through it, drawing out every shudder and gasp, until her entire body went limp.
Then I was on my feet, stripping off my boots, my jeans, and my boxers. She watched me, her chest rising and falling, her eyes still dark with need.
I grabbed a condom from my wallet, rolled it on, and kneeled over her. She reached for me, her hands sliding up my arms, her legs parting.
“You sure?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, guiding me to her entrance. “Stop talking.”
With pleasure. I thrust into her in one smooth motion, her body taking me deep, her nails digging into my shoulders. She was tight, hot, and perfect. And the low, desperate sound she made when I buried myself inside her almost undid me.
I buried my face in her neck, my hands gripping her hips, and moved. It wasn’t slow or gentle. It was hard and fast and exactly what we both needed. There was no room for doubt, no space for anything but this. The bed creaked under us. The only other sound besides her breath in my ear was the slick slide of skin against skin.
She met me stroke for stroke, her heels digging into my back, her hips rising to take me deeper. Her pussy tightened around me, and her breath came faster. Her fingers dug into my skin, urging me on.
“I’m close,” she gasped.
I reached between us, found her clit with my thumb and circled in time with my thrusts. She arched under me, her body tensing. Her nails raked down my back as she came again, her inner walls clamping down around me.
I followed her over the edge, and my release slammed into me like a tidal wave. A shiver ran through me as I emptied into her. When I was finally done, I buried my face in her shoulder, my breath ragged, my hands gripping her like she was the only thing keeping me grounded.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing, the slow return of my pulse, the weight of her under me.
Then she turned her head, her lips brushing my ear. “Took you long enough.”
CHAPTER 6
WAVERLY
I showed up at the cabin three days later without a text, without a phone call, without anything but a deep sense of knowing that Tanner would be there.
