Page 130 of Wildest Dreams

I press the back of my hand against my cheeks, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

“It’s way too hot in here,” I whisper breathlessly, “for, like, a couple of different reasons.”

Tanner shakes his head and gives me that handsome grin, before easily scooping me up in his arms so that we’re chest to chest, and positioning his hips exactly how he wants between my thighs.

“Can I make it hotter?” he asks gruffly, fisting his cock and rubbing it against me.

I press my palm to my forehead. “I don’t know if I can take it,” I wheeze.

His breathing is turning heavy, chest pumping hard in the increasing steam. “Want me to stop?” he murmurs, his erection flexing against my heat.

Cocky façade aside, Tanner’s the most considerate man that I’ve ever met.

I arch my body up against his and he grits his teeth, his self-control rippling.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper and he’s instantly groaning, kissing me hard while he nudges his hard muscle between my thighs. He pushes my legs a little farther back and then he’s dropping his forehead to mine, meeting my gaze in a hot and heavy silent question.

I nod my head quickly and he grunts as he thrusts inside.

“Aisling,” he growls, and he pulls out long and slow, wrapping one of his palms around the side of my throat as he shoves it back in.

“Tanner,” I gasp, my back sliding against the hot wall, condensation slipping over my nipples as he thrusts in harder and harder.

“Is this alright?” he rasps, his voice hoarse and eyes heavy. “I’m not… not crushing you, am I?”

I choke out a little laugh and he laughs quietly with me, brow arched in pleasure-pain as he takes my mouth with his.

“You mean everything to me,” he pants as he presses his forehead down on mine. “I can’t wait to get you in my tent tonight. Can’t wait to slow-fuck you in the middle of the forest.”

I suck in a sharp inhalation and my head drops back against the dark tiles. Tanner clutches his forearm tighter around my lower back, his other hand gripping firmly at my nape. He pumps me harder and faster against the shower wall.

“Just gonna say it,” he rumbles, shoulder muscles bunching as he thrusts deeper. “I’ve fantasised about us doing this so many times. After every training session, every game – alwayshad this fantasy that I’d sneak you into the locker room with me and take you right there in the shower stall, our little secret.”

He presses a kiss against my lips, warm and gentle as his palm grips my jaw.

When he pulls back to stare down at me I look up at him from under my lashes, my fingers tight at the back of his neck and he rolls into me harder.

“I’m sorry for fighting this for so long,” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “Don’t be. You were real good at it.”

I breathe out a laugh but still feel my cheeks grow warmer, my eyes stinging with tears.

“I’m serious,” he rumbles, his voice deep and slurring. “Don’t apologise, baby.”

“We spent four years apart,” I whisper. “That was all my fault.”

“Four years is nothing. You’re the rest of my life.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, heart fluttering when he meets my lips with his. He kisses me so sweetly, so unlike how he’s moving between my thighs. Rough, rugged thrusts that have him moving both palms to grip my behind, his hands squeezing gruffly as he kisses me soft and warm.

“You done feeling sorry for yourself now?” he murmurs, hips driving faster.

I gasp and scowl up at him, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.

“Jerk,” I whisper, but I can’t stop my little smile, and when his chest swells contentedly I realise how much he means to me too. I arch my neck, wanting to kiss him, and seeing my little struggle he grins and leans down.

He licks his tongue against mine, one hand roaming up to my breasts as I begin squirming.

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