Page 105 of Wildest Dreams

I keep my body half-upright on my elbows, my palms roaming over the khaki shirt that she’s wearing.

I’ve seen her wear it from across the lake, but it’s different to see it while my hands are all over her.

She gently rubs her warmth over the long erection between my thighs and my gaze immediately snaps down to the hem of my shirt, covering her little heat.

I meet her eyes with mine as I tuck two fingers under the hem, silently asking her if I can lift the shirt and look at her underneath it. She swallows quietly and nods her head.

I gently lift up the shirt and practically swallow my tongue whole.

“Ash,” I grunt, pupils dialling out as I take her in.

Because she’s wearing the fucking khaki panties.

She’s wearing my favourite khaki shirt with the panties that I bought for her.

I clench my jaw and stifle my groan as I reach behind her and grip my shaft.

“You put this on for me?” I ask her hoarsely, already knowing the answer. “You slip into these panties just for me to see?”

She shifts slightly on my lap and I choke on my grunt as my balls tighten.

“You didn’t get to see me in them the other day because, like, we didn’t want to get caught,” she whispers, fingers trailing over my body and making me grow harder. “And, I don’t know, it’s probably really silly but I thought that you might, like, wanna see? So I–”

I grip both of my palms around her cheeks and kiss the goddamn fuck out of her.

She falls into me with a happy squeal and I lower myself onto my back, pulling Ash along for the ride and then rolling us onto our sides so that I can deepen the angle.

My tongue slides into her mouth and she tightens her arms around my neck as she whimpers, making me grunt low and deep as I shove my palm between her thighs.

“Dream girl,” I rumble, loving the way that she goes all shy when she hears me say that word.

She drops her gaze and I gently nudge the tip of my nose against hers, before hunching back down to kiss her again.

“Tanner,” she whispers against me, while I cup her roughly between her legs.

I grunt and pull back so that she can say whatever’s on her beautiful mind.

“Yeah, what is it, baby?” I murmur when she keeps her eyes trained on my chest, nibbling on her lower lip and blinking fast as she builds up the courage to say what she wants to say.

“Do you, uh…” She looks up at me for a brief second and then quickly goes back to staring at my pecs.

Smirking, I flex them up and make them do a kind of dance, and she’s instantly laughing, smacking my biceps as she rolls onto her back.

I grin and immediately roll on top of her, settling my hips between her legs before practically smothering her face with my chest.

She giggles up at me, enveloped in my muscles, and a happy rumble spreads through my chest at the sight of her so dazzlingly happy.

“You were saying?” I ask, lifting up about half a centimetre so that she can gasp in a couple of breaths before I get back to cuddling her again.

“I was gonna ask, um, if you... like, when I talk to you, if you have a preference about, you know…”

My mouth lifts up at the corner, a smile crease pulling taut in the centre of my cheek.

I can’t believe that the prettiest girl in the world is almost as flustered around me as I am around her.

“Mm?” I ask, pressing a couple of kisses against her warm cheek. I let my hands roam down over her waist until I’m tangling my digits up in the sides of her panties.

“Do you prefer it if I call you Tanner?” she finally whispers and my hands pause, heart halting. The surge of warmth that explodes in my chest has me dropping my forehead into the curve of her neck and nuzzling hard as I try to tamper down the sudden swell of emotion.

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