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Those sexy twin creases appear in his cheeks, eyes alight with desire and darkness as he clears his throat and nods his head.

“Yeah – I mean, yes,” he rasps, deep and hoarse, so excited that he’s struggling to get his words out. “Yeah, I want to. I mean–”

I breathe out a tiny laugh, stand onto my tip-toes, and kiss him.

Chapter 29

Tanner

Present day

A grunt rips through my chest as Aisling’s lips meet mine and I stumble back against the wall, hauling her with me. I pull her body tighter against my chest as I hunch down to lessen the height difference, and then I reach out to the side, fumbling for the door handle so that I can close it.

I tear my mouth from hers with a groan, head snapping in the direction of the door so that I can finally grab it and shove it closed, making the room smaller, warmer, more intimate for just the two of us.

I grip her hand tighter in mine as I turn back to her, pressing kisses all over the smooth skin of her wrist before finally releasing it. She throws her arms around my shoulders and I grip my palms around her ass, leaning down and crushing her mouth with mine before I haul her up off the floor and start walking us toward the bed.

“You made me another bed,” she breathes out, lashes fluttering as I nudge my forehead against hers.

“I’m gonna make you every bed that you ever sleep in,” I rasp, dropping her to the ground just before we reach the mattress. I bunch my fists in the sides of her long dress, scrunching the soft fabric up so that I can get a glimpse of her perfect legs.

My forearms flex the second that I see her smooth ankles, my cock growing heavier as I bunch the fabric higher and higher. The second that I see the first inch of her thighs I growl low and rough, and hunch down to take her lips with mine.

Her sweet moan fills my mouth until I pull away grunting, my fingers fumbling with my zipper so that I can get a little room to fucking breathe.

“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, going lightheaded at the instant thickening of my cock, shoulders heaving faster by the second as I tower over Aisling. I tangle my fingers up in her hair. “I’m so fuckin’ hard for you,” I choke out, vision blurring when she bites me.

My hands drop the fabric of her dress, gripping her by her ass so that I can rub her against me, inhaling her scent before kissing my way back to her lips.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I say hoarsely, pulling back so that I can look down at her.

Even though I built the bedforAisling I’m aware that she doesn’t intend to keep this house. Whether her family is going to rent it or sell it I don’t know, but she might not want to do anything on a bed that isn’t for keeps.

“It’s a tradition,” she whispers breathlessly, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

I breathe out a laugh, squeezing my palms more roughly around her waist.

“What, me building you a bed?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she whispers, “and then you showing me how to use it after.”

I crush my mouth down on hers, grunting as I shove my tongue inside, and she gasps as I slide in deeper, her nails digging hungrily into my biceps.

“You sure?” I rumble, hands rubbing up and down the back of her dress, searching for the fastening so that I can get her the fuck out of it.

She nods quickly, forehead pressing against mine, just as my fingers brush against a small button at the nape of her neck.Fuck yes. I flick it between my fingers and the tight neckline of the dress relaxes, making me drop my head against her shoulder as my chest expands with satisfaction.

I grip both of my fists around the thin straps but make no move to slide them down her shoulders, well aware that it’s the only layer obstructing me from seeing Aisling in her bra and panties.

“You wearing a pair of the panties that I bought for you?” I ask gruffly, unable to lift my head as my breathing pumps faster and faster.

She makes a taunting noncommittal purr as she slides her delicate fingers down the neck of my shirt. My shoulder muscles flex, anticipating and hungry for the bite of her nails, wanting her to dig them in.

She gives me a gentle teasing scratch. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

I stand upright on a deep inhale, searching her eyes before my mouth tugs into a grin, her little dimpled smile the prettiest thing that I’ve ever seen.

I tug the straps down gently – or at least I mean to. But the second that I’ve got them off her shoulders the whole dress drops to the floor, pooling in a soft pile of baby pink around her ankles.

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