“I wanted to.” He unclipped her bra, letting it fall open. Then he moved it aside. Then he kissed from her neck down to her collarbone, up the heavy curves of her breasts, to lick her nipples. One and then the other.
Then he continued kissing down her belly, over and down to the center of her. He tasted and nuzzled and brought her almost to the edge again. Stopping before the point of no return.
“You feelin’ special?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, her hands still in his hair, her head tossed back to press into the pillows.
He pulled off his boxers and reached in the nightstand’s drawer, snagging a condom, and dealing with it.
She watched him. Said nothing, but kept her eyes on him the entire time he took care of it.
“Next time it’s your turn to plan,” he said, climbing on top as she lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He teased her entrance before slipping inside. Then he had to count to five again, so he could see this through.
“I guess you’ve raised a pretty high bar,” she said, squirming against his erection.
“You show up, Sam? The night is perfect,” he said, lifting himself over her and thrusting in, then out. She seemed to know just which movements to make and just as she made that noise she made just before she came in the kitchen—the mewling whimper—she ran her fingernails down his chest, over his nipples, and he lost all control of anything.
Holding onto each other, they fell together.
Chapter Fourteen
SAMANTHA
Sam slept over.
She hadn’t planned on it, but they had sex, then they talked, then they had sex again, then they talked. They reheated the dinner Tanner picked up, ate it in bed, and finally, they crashed. They crashed while still talking. Mid-sentence, it seemed.
Wrapped up in everything Tanner, the safety of the moment assured her it was okay to rest. Take a break. Let him hold that space for her.
She didn’t think that it was possible. To be mid-conversation and then just… fall asleep with someone. Tanner even sang to her. A song he’d been working on himself but hadn’t pitched to the band yet.
They woke up naked and tangled together in his apartment off of Champa Street. She grinned and stretched, then nuzzled into his chest.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and before she had even the slightest second to think about morning breath and the need to grab a toothbrush, Tanner caught her up again in a kiss.
This time, he pulled her over the top of him.
“I get to be on top?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows. Not to say she had a favorite, but she loved the top. Loved how Tanner took control, but also gave her a little, too.
Instead of reaching for a condom, Sam wriggled down so her knees were between his thighs. She gripped the long, hard length of him, gave a few strokes, and then pulled him into her mouth. She licked her tongue around the head of him, then down the long length to the soft sacks of flesh beneath.
He wrapped her hair in his hands and gave a little direction here and there while she sucked, licked, and feasted on his erection.
She thought she’d heard all the Tanner sex noises the night before. Turned out, he’d kept a few back from her and he had a whole slew of other sounds to make, too.
His balls tensed under her light grip and he groaned a “holy fuck.”
She’d never swallowed before. Never wanted to. Maybe this was the time to try? She could do it. Ashley’d done it and she said it wasn’t that bad. Just do a quick swallow so it didn’t get everywhere.
Yes, she could totally do—
Tanner flipped her over onto her back. Somehow, he did it gently. Somehow, he had a condom in his hand. Somehow, he slid the condom on and then entered her with one swift movement.
She’d been wet—of course, she’d been wet. Doing that to him with her mouth. Hearing those sounds. They hadn’t been for nothing. But now he was inside her, and his body over hers, he rode her and it turned out she really enjoyed being underneath, too.
“You prefer top?” Tanner asked, his vocal cords rough with the effort it took to communicate.
