“God, you’re perfect,” he all but groans as his fingers grab my waist, almost as if he’s keeping me away from him. But the heat in his gaze tells me he’s holding me still for closer inspection.
“No compliments,” I tease. “That’s a rule.”
“It’s a fact. A scientific, evidence-basedfact. These hips. God, I want to eat them.”
It takes only a moment for our lips to find each other’s like some Hail Mary pass. Like all this time, neither of us were sure we would ever make it to this point. Yet here we are and the sound coming from him almost sounds like humming, or a whispered reverent prayer. Every corner of my body, every joint and nerve ending is fuzzy with warmth and need, and not a need I have known before.
I havewantedmen before. I wanted Ethan. I wanted the casual hook ups, but the need in my body now has my knees trembling in a loose discomposure under the warm water and Tanner’s hands.
His fingers follow their favorite trail across my collar bone, around my chest, down my hips, until his hand finds its place between my legs, making my hips languidly roll toward him. Myhands grip his shoulders because otherwise I would be on the ground. The water misses me to only to cascade in tiny rivulets down his face, shoulders, stomach and every other delicious part of his body as his fingers discover the most hidden parts of mine.
“Hannah,” he groans as he drops his mouth to my ear. “Baby.”
My head falls back against the wall, and his lips don’t waste a second finding the tenderness of my ear lobe and biting down while his fingers dance in raveled movements. The fingers and hands I have spent the summer watching and studying and committing to memory are the ones I would die for in this moment.
“God, I’ve dreamed of this. The moment I saw you on that damn rooftop in Chicago I’ve wanted you in ways I shouldn’t have then.”
As I feel the pressure mounting, I find myself doing the thing no girl in her right mind would ever do. I reach down and grab his wrist, stopping him.
He pulls back, alarm in his eyes. “I’m sorry, did I?—”
“Take me to bed,” I cut him off, letting this deep-seated desire take control.
“What?”
“Tanner.” I bring his hand to my mouth. “Please,take me to my bed.”
“Shit,” He grunts and, in a flash, he has the water off and me up over his shoulder like one of his damn dish towels.
When he steps over to my bed, he doesn’t throw me down like I expect. Instead, he slides me down and lays me down ever so carefully, then steps back. His eyes trail over my body, lingering on my neck, my chest, my thighs. He shakes his head and drags a hand over his jaw where a callow blush is creeping up. “My God.”
“Tanner,” I whimper, missing his touch. Needing his touch.
He reaches down and grips my thighs with less gentlenessnow, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. With his lips starting at the inside of my right knee, then shifting to the left, I am absolute liquid mercury in his grip. Soft and utterly unable to stay together. I interlock my fingers with his as he kneels before me.
He goes back and forth, lacing kisses up the soft tender flesh of my inner thighs, his mustache brushing along my skin and the scratching sensation has my eyes rolling.
Then the sudden absence of his lips on my body, has me whipping my head up where I find a damn smirk on his face. He leans up over me only to sink his teeth into the roundest part of my hip.
“Oh my God, Tanner,” I gasp out in delicious pain.
“What’s that baby? Aren’t we supposed to be using our manners?”
“Tanner,” I command, as a literal electrical current courses through my body.
“Come on.” He trails his tongue up the inside of my thigh. “Let’s hear it, Mama.”
Holy shit. Who is this man between my legs?
“Please,” I beg. I implore. I pray.
The word comes out as a whimper and with one wicked smile and a lick of his tongue, my head falls back onto the bed as my insides nearly combust. My muscles are useless and weak as he’s getting to know me in a brand-new way. A way that no man has ever bothered to try before.
Though our hands are still grasped together at my thighs, I feel his thumbs massage the skin on my legs while his mouth does absolute sinful things to my nervous system. I can hardly breathe as my fingers only tighten within his and my head swims as I grow closer and closer to an edge I’ve only been able to get to alone. An edge that this man is about to throw me off of and catch me at the bottom.
“Tanner,” I gasp. “I want you.”
“You have me,” he gasps against my center. “You’ve always had me.”
