Page 7 of Spring Rayne

Tanner’scabinismuchnicer than I expected. I had imagined a frat house design with a foosball table in the middle of the living room and maybe even a keg in the corner. But to my surprise, it looks like a house you could immediately start to raise a family in.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” I take the cup of tea he hands me. It's made from water he boiled in a tea kettle, not warmed up in a microwave.

Could I be wrong about Tanner?

A lot is riding on this conversation. I want nothing more than to find a guy who will love me and our children, putting our needs above all else.

With a sigh, he sits beside me on his comfy brown suede sectional, large enough to accommodate an entire football team.

I envision a teenage boy and his football team sitting on this couch, watching a game on TV while eating pizza and drinking soda, as his three sisters run through the living room, giggling at all the boys in the house.

This is the life I want—a life I want with Tanner.

My mind tells me I’m crazy, having only known this guy for less than twenty-four hours. But my heart is begging me to listen to him. My heart wins out as I wait patiently for him to reply.

“What Tessa said was true.” My body tenses at his words. I set the teacup on the coffee table coaster, afraid my trembling hands would spill the hot liquid. He must notice my reaction as he takes one of my shaking hands in his. “Before I met you, I believed I wasn’t meant to have the kind of life the rest of my siblings craved. I thought there was something wrong with me. I wasn’t attracted to women or men. I felt nothing but friendship for anyone I met. I didn’t want my family to see that I was somehow broken when it came to love, so I talked a big game about not wanting to fall in love and just hanging out with my friends. Because until I saw you last night singing on that stage, I didn’t think falling in love with someone was possible.”

My heart is hammering so hard in my chest that I’m afraid he can hear it. But I need to make sure this is real and not some instalove romance like I read on my Kindle. Because honestly, how can you fall in love with someone from just one look?

“You honestly want me to believe that you took one look at me and fell madly in love?” I hold my breath waiting for his answer.

I know it seems crazy, but I feel like I’ve known you or at least been waiting for you my whole life. There’s never been anyone else. And even if you don’t want me, there will never be anyone else. You’re it for me. You’re my whole world. I want to take you on a date and show you how good we could be together.” I vaguely hear him asking me out on a date as his words, “You’re my whole world,” sink in. “I thought maybe we could grab a bit to eat, then watch a movie afterward tonight.”

“No,” I say more forcefully than I intended. When his face falls, I know I’m the one who has screwed up this time. “What I mean is I don’t want to go on a date with you tonight. I want to stay here and make love until we can’t tell where one of us begins and the other ends. Because, as crazy as it sounds, you feel like my whole world, too.” His face lights up, bringing me so much joy that I was the one who put it there.

Like a magnet, our lips are drawn together in our first kiss. The kiss starts sweet but takes a quick turn into something hotter, more demanding as he slides his tongue against the seam of my lips, thrusting it inside my mouth when I part them on a sigh.

As far as first kisses go, this one isn’t bad, especially considering I’ve never kissed anyone before, and from the sound of it, neither has Tanner.

Tanner is the first to break the kiss. “I need to be completely honest with you. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m a virgin. You’ll have to teach me.”

“I hate to disappoint you.” I give him a soft smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m a virgin too. We’ll have to learn from each other.” I lift my hips off the couch, sliding my sundress up my legs, over my hips and head, tossing it across the room, leaving me in only my teeny tiny bikini.

Tanner’s eyes glaze over in lust as his eyes roam up and down my body, “Do you know how much these tiny scraps of fabric have been taunting me all day?”

“That was kind of the whole point.” A nervous giggle escapes my lips as his hand trails over the curve of my breast.

He pushes the material of my bikini top to one side and lowers his head to take my nipple into his mouth. “You taste good.” He moans against my skin, causing my already wet bikini bottoms to soak with my lust.

“More.” I lean back onto the couch, arching my back to his touch. It’s all the encouragement he needs as he begins to palm my other breast with his hand, rolling my nipple through his fingers before pinching it.

When I think I can’t handle any more pleasure, he lifts his head from my breast, releasing my nipple with an audible popping sound. “It’s time for me to taste this.” He slips his hand between my soaked thighs under my bikini bottoms, grinning when he feels how wet I am. “Is all this cream for me, sweetheart?” I can only nod as my body jerks in reaction to his words. “Good girl.” He praises before sliding my panties down my legs, leaving them to pool at my feet.

The first swipe of his tongue through my slick folds has me thrusting my hips forward, searching for more of the incredible feeling he’s giving me.

“That’s it. Take what you need from me. Never be shy with me. I’m your man; it’s my job to pleasure you.” If I’m not careful, I will come from his words and miss out on the good stuff. A whine escapes my lips as I think about missing those things. “Is my girl being greedy?” He increases his speed, his tongue darting from my pussy to my clit in rapid succession. Over and over until I feel the faint throbbing of something outside my reach.

He slides a finger into my pussy pumping it in and out with firm gentle strokes that only intensifies the throbbing feeling. It could be seconds, or minutes, or even hours, for all that matter, since I seem to have lost track of time when he’s touching me. My body tenses before breaking into a million pieces as my body comes with such force, I think I might have died and gone to heaven--which, by the way, I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, I might have.

“Are you okay? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” Tanner hovers over my body, his strong arms supporting his body with a look of concern on his handsome face.

“You did everything right.” I lean forward, kissing the concern off his lips. When I get my first taste of myself on his lips, I don’t hate it. But then, I don’t think I would hate anything Tanner has to offer me. “My turn.” I look into his lust-filled gaze as I unhook his belt and help him out of his pants.

He stands up to finish taking off his pants and shirt, allowing me to slide to the floor and take him deep in my mouth. I gag when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.

“You don’t have to do this.” He moans. The hand he wraps around my hair guiding me on his cock says otherwise. Opening my mouth wider helps to widen my throat as I push forward, letting him know I want more of him down my throat. “Shit.” He groans, his hips jerking faster. I mentally prepare myself to swallow his cum, when he pulls completely out of my mouth. “The first time I come inside of you isn’t going to be in your mouth, it’s going to be in our pussy. Even if I had a condom, I wouldn’t wear it. You’re mine and I’m yours forever and ever.” He picks me up bridal style, carries me up the stairs into what I assume is his bedroom, and lays me on the bed.

When he hesitates, doesn’t follow me onto the bed, and instead runs his gaze over my body, I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “Is something wrong?”

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