Page 61 of Trusting Tanner
She shrugged, and her breasts rubbed against his chest. His cock hardened instantly. Almost two weeks of heavy making out and no sex had him wound so fucking tight the slightest touch, intentional or not, had the potential to make him snap.
He brushed his lips over hers, and the friction of the touch ignited in his chest. A slow burn spread throughout his body, lighting him on fire. He hadn’t meant to do anything other than give her a quick kiss, but the moment he felt her lips part for him, he was lost. All coherent thought vanished. She stroked her fingers across the nape of his neck, and he groaned, deepening the kiss. Releasing her lips, he nipped at her chin, letting her small gasp of pleasure hang in the air for a moment before he kissed along her jaw.
“That feels good.” She turned her head, giving him greater access to her neck.
He smiled against her throat. “So do you.” Her ragged breaths and rapid pulse spurred him on, and he peppered her neck with heated kisses, each press of his lips lingering longer than the last.
She ran her hands down his arms, across his stomach, and then up the back of his shirt. Her delicate fingers whispering over his bare flesh made his body tremble, and he pulled back, watching the way she looked at him. Lips plump from his kiss, the bottom one tucked between her teeth, eyes heavy with desire. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.
“Tanner.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, and he swore his eyes rolled to the back of his head with how incredible it felt. Then she brought his mouth back to hers in a hungry kiss hotter than anything he’d ever experienced.
“I want you so goddamned bad, Jules. All of you.”
She took his face into her hands, rubbing her thumbs across his lips. “I want you, too, but I don’t want to rush this.” Her hands moved down to rest on his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologize for stopping. We both agreed to take this slow, and I’m okay with that.”
“Are you sure? I feel like I’m always leaving you like that.” She subtly nodded toward his crotch.
He was hard, again, and he was sure this hard-on wouldn’t go away as quickly as some of his others. “It’s fine.” He shook out his shoulders. “How about we order some takeout? We can hang out on your retro seventies porn couch and—”
“My what?”
“Your seventies porn couch,” he repeated.
“It’s not even my couch. It was left here by the last tenant, and my landlord told me I could do whatever I wanted with it.”
“Look at that thing. It’s got that ugly yellow, white, and green plaid pattern. I bet it’s polyester, too.”
“It’s not polyester.” She crossed her arms and pretended to be angry. “And it’s not a porn couch, either.”
“We could turn it into one.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
The corner of her mouth lifted into an almost smile. “This is why I need to buy new furniture.”
“Let’s get some then.”
“Now?”
“No, we’ll go this weekend. Saturday.” For some reason, the idea of spending the day picking out furniture with her excited him, like it was somehow symbolic of the future. “So, what’ll it be tonight? Pizza or Chinese?”
“Pizza.”
He draped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “A woman after my own heart.” More like a woman who already had his heart.
Chapter Twenty
Juliana had been waiting all week for Saturday to roll around, and it was finally here. She was giddy with excitement about spending the day shopping with Tanner. Even though she wasn’t thrilled about having to dip into her savings to furnish an entire apartment, it was worth it not to have to live with Rebecca. Still, it wasn’t cheap to pay for two places—she hadn’t been able to get a refund on the res hall room—so she’d have to be mindful of her spending today.
“If you can’t find what you want here, then it probably doesn’t exist.” Tanner pulled into the parking lot of a massive furniture warehouse.
They’d gone to the two small stores downtown, but she hadn’t found anything she liked, so they’d driven to a neighboring city. “This place is huge. I’m sure I’ll find everything I need.”
He parked and got out, coming around to her side to open her door. She took his hand, lacing their fingers, and walked into the store. “Where to first?” he asked.
“This way, I guess.” She headed to the left. The back wall was lined with entertainment stands and bookshelves of varying sizes and colors. She already had a TV and small stand.
They walked into a showroom full of living room sets. Everything was gorgeous, but her gaze was drawn to a powder blue and brown set in the center of the room. A sleek silver-and-blue floor lamp stood behind the couch. It had a shade with beaded fringe that hung halfway down the post. She walked around to get a better look and glanced at the price tag. Her eyes widened. A thousand dollars for a lamp?Yeah, I don’t like it that much.
