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I stood, making Cujo jump off the couch and scamper away.
I offered Ainsley my hand. “Come.”
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Tanner easily hoisted me off the couch and pulled me to my feet. With my hand clasped in his, I followed him down the hall, my heart beating harder with each step that brought us closer to his bedroom.
But I wasn’t nervous.
Because unlike the other night, I had no reservations about Tanner’s intentions. True, we still barely knew each other—but I’d spilled all my troubles to him, as hard as it was, and he hadn’t judged me at all. Instead, he was so sweet and understanding of everything I’d been through. He even offered tohelpby putting me in touch with his lawyer. I couldn’t believe it, but I knew I could trust him.
My heart skipped with the knowledge that I was beginning to like him—likehim, a lot. And I wasn’t afraid of that—instead, it excited me, and I wanted him to know that.
He pushed the door open and led me into a neat and spacious, but relatively spartan, bedroom.
“I like your room,” I said, looking around his tidy space. Aking sized bed was the only real extravagance.
“Yeah?” he asked, unconvinced. “I’m not much of a decorator.”
“No,” I giggled, “but it’s clean.”
A faint but familiar scent filled my senses as I followed him into his room—it was warm like honey and comforting like a campfire. I’d tasted that scent on his lips and smelled it on his skin.
“It smells like you in here, too,” I said, quietly.
He chuckled. “I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”
“It’s good,” I said without missing a beat. “Your smell isverynice.”
“I never knew.”
Still holding my hand, he guided me onto his luxuriously soft and fluffy bed. I snuggled under the sheets and waited for him to join me.
Tanner pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside.
“Wow,”I muttered breathlessly, my eyes glued to his sculpted torso.
Sexy v-lines were etched into his muscular abdomen, pointing like an arrow at the mouthwatering dick-print in his joggers.
“Getinhere already,” I demanded, peeling back the bed sheets for him.
Unlike earlier today, I hadnofears of being spotted by people walking by or being caught by jealous friends. No, this time, we were free to dowhateverwe wanted. And nothing could stop us.
“I’m coming,” he said, joining me at last.
Not wasting a second, I pounced on top of him and mashed my mouth against his. Every time our lips met was electric. Each kiss built where the last one left off, our bodies aligning, our hearts opening.
His tongue chased mine. His greedy hands grabbing at my flesh with heavy male desire. I moaned his name, encouraging him to takemore, more, more—and before I knew it, he swiped at my t-shirt, pulling it over my head in one smooth and powerful motion.
With one manly hand at the nape of my neck and the other possessively gripping my rear, he pulled me tighter against his rippling chest and deepened our kiss. Passion simmered on his juicy lips while he stealthily worked the clasp of my bra.
Oh, this boy is good.
With my bra unhooked, and the straps dangling from my shoulder, Tanner flipped me onto my back as if I weighed nothing. Pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, he swiped my bra away with the other hand and cast it aside. My breasts spilled out, my nipples tightening into hardened points.
“Yes,” he growled. “Mine.”
