“I’m with you, your taste is on my tongue, you’re naked in my bed, and it’s too late for visitors. So, yeah, I’m good.” He brushes his smiling lips across mine before he deepens the kiss and cups my breast, pinching my nipple and causing a zip of heat to spread between my legs.
Pulling my mouth from his, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his length. “I need you.”
“You have me, all of me.” He bends, which means I lose my hold on him but gain his mouth on my breast and his thumb on my clit. I thread my fingers through his hair, arch my back, and wrap my legs around his hips when he moves to my neglected breast. Not sure how much more I can take, not when I’m on edge once again, I tug his hair until he lets go, leaning up enough to place my mouth against his. But I only get it for a second before his hand reaches over to a drawer next to the bed and comes out a moment later with a condom.
As he leans back and rips the black packet open with his teeth, I trail my hand down his torso, fascinated by how he can be so smooth and hard everywhere at the same time. I watch in complete fascination as his muscles bunch under his smooth skin when he slides the condom down his length. When he has the condom on, his body forces mine back onto the bed, right before his hand wraps around my hip and his mouth catches mine. Lost in the weight of his body, the smell of his skin, and the deepness of his kiss, I whimper as his hand slides between us and dig my nails into his flesh as he begins to enter me in a smooth stroke. Full, so full, his body stills, and he pulls back just far enough to rest his forehead against mine while his eyes squeeze tight.
“Tanner.” I wrap my hand around the side of his neck, and his eyes open as his ragged breath brushes my lips.
“Give me a minute, baby,” he says, and I lift my hips, listening to him groan right before his fingers dig into my thigh. “I’m really trying not to lose myself, but you’re hot, and tight, and you, which means if you move, there’s no guarantee this won’t be finished before it’s even started.”
“Sorry.” I bite my bottom lip and will myself to stay still, not sure I’ll be able to—not for very long, at least, and the fact that he wants me so much is making me powerful. I’ve never had anyone crave me the way he does, and it makes it all the more clear that what Galvin and I shared wasn’t what it should have been. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long, because he pulls out slowly, then slides back in, the sensation causing the muscles in my lower belly to tighten and my core to pulse. It shouldn’t be possible to orgasm from just this, from just having him inside me, but just like that, I’m close once again.
“Cybil.” My name sounds like a curse right before his mouth crashes down on mine, and his tongue slips between my lips. I kiss him back, willing my body to keep from flying over the edge as his thrusts speed up, his hips pounding into mine.
My legs wrap around his waist, and I dig my fingers into his ribs as his mouth leaves mine and travels, nipping and licking down my neck until he reaches my breast, where he pulls my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, causing my core to tighten almost painfully as I fight off my orgasm.
“Let go, Cybil,” he orders, and I shake my head, not ready to lose the feelings coursing through me—not yet, not when it feels like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. “Yes.” His hand slides between us, his teeth nipping my chin then bottom lip before he kisses me once more.
Completely overwhelmed, I let go without a choice and cry out his name while he growls mine, his hips jerking once, then twice, before he stills deep inside me. With my heart pounding and feeling his beating just as hard against my breast, I pant for breath and wrap my arms around him, accepting his weight as he collapses on top of me. Tears fill my eyes as my body continues to pulse, but I fight them back, not wanting to have to explain why I’m crying, when I don’t even know.
“You know”—he pulls back after a moment and locks his gaze on mine—“I keep waiting for something, anything to show me that this—you and I—are not going to work, but I don’t think it’s going to happen,” he says gently, making my stomach bottom out as his eyes roam my face. “We’re gonna need to talk about what happens after you go back to Oregon.” His fingers smooth down my jaw before they trace the lower edge of my lip. “Not right now.” He covers my lips with his finger when I open my mouth to ask what he wants. “Not now, but before our time is up, we’ll figure out what we’re going to do. Because I’m going to want to see you for more than a week every few months. A whole lot more than that.”