I keep waiting for her to do or say something that will annoy me, or for me to do or say something that annoys her, but it hasn’t happened since we met, which makes me wonder if it will. Then again, real life hasn’t touched us much since we got off the mountain, so only time will tell.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, moving up to straddle my waist, and my cock jerks against my zipper.
“How perfect you are.” I grab hold of her hips to hold her steady.
“I’m not perfect.” Her hands move to rest against my chest. “Far from it.”
“Hmmm.” I move my hand under her shirt and slide it up her side, feeling her shiver as my fingers smooth over her soft skin. “From where I’m sitting, you’re perfect.” I cup her breast, and her head falls back to her shoulders before she dips down and locks her gaze with mine, the look in her eyes making my dick throb.
“Please don’t tease me, Tanner.”
“Tease you?” I smile, and she frowns at my mouth. “Sunshine, when have I teased you?”
“Since the first time you kissed me you’ve been teasing me.” Her breath hitches as my thumb scrapes across her nipple through the lace of her bra, and my other hand slides into her hair so I can drag her mouth closer. “Last night, you definitely teased me.”
“Last night, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.” I lift up to kiss the pout off her lips. “I still don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I won’t hurt myself, but I might hurt you if you don’t take things past second base,” she says, trying to sound stern, and I chuckle. “I’m not joking, Tanner.”
“I see that, sunshine.” I sit up, adjusting her in my hold. “But there’s no need to get violent.” I listen to her laugh right before I whip her shirt off over her head and lower my mouth to her breasts that I’ve captured in my palms. I kiss up her neck, and she lets out a squeak as I move my hands to her ass and stand.
“Tanner,” she moans against my lips as I start down the hall with her in my arms, and having her mouth on mine makes it almost impossible to walk in a straight line. Then her body freezes, and my footsteps pause when there’s a loud knock on the front door.
“No.” I drop my forehead to hers.
“Were you expecting anyone?” Her whispered pant has my fingers flexing into the cheeks of her ass, still in my hands.
“No, it’s probably just a package being dropped off or something.” I start to move us toward the bedroom, then curse when the doorbell rings.
“You should make sure it’s not something important.” She wiggles to get down, but I don’t let her go. I drop my eyes to her swollen lips, her hair spilling over her shoulder, and her breasts, still heaving. “Tanner.” She grabs my face. “Let me go, and answer the door.”
“All right, but I’ll meet you in bed as soon as I get rid of whoever’s at the door.” I set her on her feet, and she nods before turning for the room while I head for the door, pretty sure I’m going to kill someone when the bell goes off again.
When I reach the entryway, my brows drag together. Standing outside the glass door on my front porch are Margret and her best friend, Cammy, along with Mav, Blake, and Mason. As I get closer, Margret spots me and starts to wave wildly while Cammy shakes her head at her. I pull open the door and start to ask what the fuck is going on but don’t get the chance.
“We brought dinner.” Margret lifts a small shopping bag before walking past me into the house.
“Sorry, Tanner,” Cammy says quietly as she follows Margret, and I move my gaze to the men still standing outside.
“Margret insisted we bring dinner to make Cybil feel welcome,” Blake grumbles, not looking happy about the idea, while Mav and Mason share a look.
“Did you think to tell her no?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at the three of them.
“We all tried, but she couldn’t be stopped,” Mason says, walking past me with Blake following him.
“A phone call would have been appreciated,” I tell Mav, and he shrugs while trying to hide his smile. “Payback is a motherfucker. You know that, right?”
“Don’t be pissed at me. Besides, Margret just wanted—and I quote—‘Blake to see how happy and cute you and Cybil are together.’”
“Great,” I mutter before closing the door behind him and locking it. When we hit the kitchen, I notice the girls are both unpacking the bags they brought in, while Blake and Mason are opening beers. “Give me five.”