Now that? That he liked.
Using one finger, then two, he slid them inside her warm, wet center. She moaned against his mouth and his whole body heated. Not in a cherry tomato uncomfortable way, but goodness wrapped up in Sam hot.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said against her mouth, letting his lips linger against hers as she moved against his fingers, setting the rhythm. She was roses and vanilla and honey—
“Tanner,” she said with a gasp.
He moved his fingers up to the bundle of nerves between her thighs, rubbing first and then tapping.
She made a mewl sound that he wanted to hear again, and again, and again. “Keep doing that.”
He kept doing that.
“What was that you were saying about a fifth date?” he asked, still tapping, reveling with how her breasts heaved against his chest. Not even caring they were doing this against the fridge.
“I’m there,” she whispered, and he increased the friction of his hand. Pressed more kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her neck. Vanilla and honey and Sam… Her body responded to each of his movements, her eyes glazed, and she whispered, “Yes,” like a mantra, over and over. “Yes. Yes.” She heaved a deep sigh. “Yes.”
He did a flick and gentle twist move that made her gasp against his neck, then bit him like she’d gone feral. And the firecracker she was, she went off—gripping his shoulders and making that same mewling sound against his shoulder.
He held her up with one arm, stroking her inner thighs with the other while she slid down orgasm mountain.
“So gorgeous,” he said as she came back to herself, and the glazed eyes dissolved into clarity.
Then she grinned. Full-on grinned. “You’re very good at that.”
He pulled away, only enough to ensure she had her bearings back. She let him.
“Hold that thought?” he asked. There was only a whisper of a space between them. “I have something I want to show you.”
A quick kiss on the tip of her nose and he gripped her hand, moving toward the bedroom. He’d come by earlier and loaded the fridge, grabbed some grub for later, and then he’d prepped for Sam.
Two oversized bouquets of roses from The Flower Pot sat on each bedside table, and he’d had Dan buy out all the candles in the general Cherry Creek area. They now lined the edges of the bedroom.
Without the candles lit, or the light on, the room was all shadows and darkness. But he’d fix that.
He turned, so they were face to face and kissed her again, maneuvering her closer to the bed. Once he got her settled on the pillows, he knelt above her.
There weren’t any words between them, but the silence sat comfortably, not awkwardly. Pulling his shirt up and over his head, he tossed it aside. Then he kissed her again, because he could, and she let him. Something had shifted, though. Something good. Something that made him seriously glad he’d bought this apartment, because this was safety for him and for Sam. A place for only them.
Standing, he shucked his pants, so he was only wearing boxer briefs. Then he grabbed the box of matches and lit the candles he’d prepared.
He lit them all, the glow of fire and the scent of burning wax, and Sam gave him the hope of a home.
Yeah, that’d do nicely.
“Tanner?” she said his name, the bedding shuffling with her movements.
The warm glow definitely created the vibe he wanted. That vibe being special. Sam should know how special she was.
The last match burned down to his thumbnail. He blew on it, extinguishing the flame.
Then he turned to her.
She’d ditched the dress and wore only a black bra with red panties. He’d been hard this whole time. When she came on his hand, he thought his body might betray him and he’d join her.
But now? Looking at her like this? He wished he could freeze time and memorize every sensation, every movement.
He moved to her, and she opened her legs to him, let him kiss and nip. Gripping both sides of his face, she pressed their foreheads together. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”
