Page 84 of One Wild Omega

Tanner scoffed. “You’re just being nice.”

Fitz dragged him closer. “I wanted. That’s all my brain knew.”

Tanner waggled his brows. “Your brain? I’d say there are other parts of your body directing you right now.”

Fitz laughed. “Fifty-fifty.”

Tanner reached down and caressed Fitz’s cock through his jeans. He groaned, realizing he was finally going to get to see those fantasies he’d had after Quinn’s bathroom come to life.

“I think you’re giving that brain of yours a whole lot of credit right now,” Tanner murmured.

“Yeah, but my brain has had you. Over and over again. My cock hasn’t.”

Tanner’s eyes widened. “You fantasized about me?”

“After that bathroom scene? How could I not? You don’t know how much I wanted you right then. How hard I had to control myself and not pin you down on the kitchen floor.” He gave Tanner’s lips a quick peck. “The bathroom floor.” Another peck. “Every floor in that godsdamned glass house.”

Tanner shivered in his arms.

“You like that idea?” Fitz asked, smiling before he came down to steal another quick kiss.

He continued to pull Tanner’s clothes off, waiting for an answer.

“Those big windows… anyone could’ve saw us,” Tanner murmured, his eyelids falling closed.

Fitz groaned before stealing a slightly longer kiss. “I said you liked to be the center of attention… I guess I wasn’t too far off the mark. Do you like the idea of someone watching me fuck you?”

Tanner didn’t answer, but the way he began to tremble… it was obvious the man was turned on.

“Do you?” Fitz prodded.

Tanner moaned. “Yesss.”

Fitz filed that thought away for later. He couldn’t use it now, but he sure could find a way to excite his omega the next time. And the time after. And the time after that…

It was his turn to tremble… at the thought of having his omega in his arms for the rest of his days. This man who challenged him on a daily basis… the wicked fights they’d had… and he chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Tanner asked.

“Our fights… it was all foreplay.”

Tanner pushed back slightly and lifted his stare to Fitz, a shocked look to his face. After a moment the shock faded and a hint of a smile came to his lips. “I suppose wecouldsee it that way.”

“There’s a thin line between love and hate,” Fitz murmured. “I think this reaction kept us on one side of it, prevented us from erasing it. The fights teased at that line, but we couldn’t reach the other side.”

“And now we’re free to move across it,” Tanner whispered.

Fitz nodded before capturing his omega’s lips. He feasted. A hunger like no other consumed him… they had years to make up for. Years of kisses, hugs, touches, and tasting. Once they were both naked, Fitz flipped on the water. He coaxed Tanner inside with him and water sluiced down both their bodies. Before he went any farther, he grabbed a clean washcloth and a bar of soap. After lathering up, he went to his knees before his omega.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to know every inch of you,” Fitz murmured before lifting one of Tanner’s feet.

He started there. Fitz explored every inch—first with the washcloth and then his lips. He ignored the throbbing part of Tanner, and the slick-coated entrance he wanted most, and left those two for last. When he reached Tanner’s face, he caressed the man’s stubbled jaw and cheeks.

“I’m not used to you with a beard.”

“It takes forever to grow,” Tanner murmured. “And it’s scratchy.”

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