Page 129 of Wildest Dreams

“Am I wrong?” he rumbles, chest heaving as he stares down at me. “Look at yourself, Ash. You’re so beautiful it’s crazy.”

I glance over my shoulder to look at us in the mirror and the physical contradictions only make me love him more. He looks every bit the bad boy hockey player that I spent four years knowing him to be, only now I also know that he’s a secret sweetheart.

“You know that you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, right?” I ask, arching an eyebrow because I’m genuinely curious. “You’re all muscles and smile creases, and your neck’s so thick that I wanna, like… sink my teeth into it.”

Tanner swipes his tongue over his lower lip, grinning lazily down at me.

Okay, someone definitely didnotneed to have their ego stroked.

I’m still mid eye-roll as he drawls, “God, baby, you’re right. Former junior year hockey captain and former senior year cheer captain? You’re fuckin’ made for me, Ash. Sink your teeth into my neck, right now.”

I huff out a laugh, shoving him off of me as he squeezes my ass.

“You’re also way too cocky for your own good,” I add, squealing when he herds me into the shower, slapping on the spray and shielding me from the instant downpour.

He presses my back against the wall, steam haloing his shoulders as he smirks down at me.

“One of the perils of having such a giant cock.”

I burst into a fit of laughter as he crushes his mouth down on mine, his tongue sliding deep as the water begins pelting hard against his skin.

He cages me in with one of his forearms, resting his fist just above my head, and he rubs his tongue faster against mine, grunting as he shoves his other hand between my legs.

I gasp in shock as he rubs my clit, my fingers digging into his shoulders as heat floods my body. He rubs me fast and thorough, tearing his mouth from mine so that he can watch himself touch me.

“So hot,” he rasps, rubbing faster as he kisses his way down to my breasts. He licks over each of my nipples, ripping hungry growls from deep in his chest.

When he starts scraping over me with his stubble I can’t take it anymore.

“Tanner,” I gasp, “if you’re trying to get me wet, you r-really don’t have to. I don’t know if you can tell but I… I’m already–”

“I can tell,” he grunts. “Trust me, I can tell.”

My cheeks flush crimson as Tanner kisses me again, his arm pumping relentlessly between my unsteady thighs.

I arch my back against the tiled wall, my fingers digging into Tanner’s shoulders, and he drops his forehead to the curve of my neck, breathing heavily.

“Tanner,” I pant, my voice a whisper beneath the spray, “you d-don’t have to do that… we can… we can just–”

And suddenly I’m whimpering as he shoves his entire palm against my clit, rubbing it roughly as he hunches down and sucks hard on one of my nipples.

“Tanner!” I gasp. “I’m going to… to, like,explode,” I squeak, fingers yanking at his hair and making him growl as he stands upright to tower over me.

He jerks his chin at me and if I was wearing panties right now it’s safe to say that they would have melted right off of me.

“Good,” he rumbles. “That’s what I was going for.”

I rake my nails down his chest and his shoulders swell, his abdomen clenching. My vision blurs into a haze of black tiles, silver steam, and Tanner’s perfect sun-kissed body as he shoves his palm against me harder, his jaw muscles bunched tight as he drives me over the edge.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I whisper quickly, and Tanner all but comes with me, gripping the base of his erection on a loud guttural groan, tossing himself roughly as he watches me come undone.

“Fuck,” he rasps as soon as I’m done, slipping his tongue inside my mouth while simultaneously hitching my hips around his. “Condom,” he murmurs as he pushes the shower door open, quickly snatching the black foil square from the sink and tearing it open with his teeth.

“Ohhhhh my God,” I whisper as he spits out the wrapper, and he flashes me that cocky smirk as he carries me back inside the shower. He shoulders the door shut, drops me to the floor, and keeps his eyes on mine as he starts fisting the muscle between his thighs.

His eyes slowly rake their way down my body and then work their way back up, stopping when he reaches my chest and using that point to start rolling on the condom.

“Last night meant so much to me,” he murmurs when he finishes rolling it on, pulling me flush against his chest and then walking me backward so that I’m up against the wall. “You mean so much to me.”

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