Page 168 of Wildest Dreams

I mean, she’s got a point. But we did everything else in this relationship out of order, so why start breaking that chain now?

“Shoulda asked you,” I admit.

She cuddles into my neck as she mumbles, “Yeah, you should’ve.”

I laugh and kiss at her cheek.

“You someone else’s girlfriend or something?” I ask teasingly.

She gives me a frosty look before mumbling, “No.”

I grunt and pump harder.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” I ask, lifting up slightly so that I can gauge her reaction.

I roll my shoulders, waiting for her answer.

“Taking your sweet time there, Ash.”

She looks up at me and whispers, “Ask me nicely.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.

“Aisling,” I rumble, breathing out a laugh as she blinks up at me. “I love you so much, and I’ll do anything for you. Will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

She clutches me closer as she whispers, “Say please.”

I wet my lower lip, voice deep as I say, “Please.”

She involuntarily squeezes tighter and I drop my forehead to hers, groaning loudly.

“Yes,” she pants, “Tanner, yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Yeah?” I rasp, letting out a pained laugh.

She nods up at me and I grip her cheeks, kissing her hard.

“You love me?” I ask, chest heaving as she nods again.

“Say it,” I demand.

She shoves playfully at my chest, giggling as she whispers, “Yousay it.”

I press a kiss to her cheek and rumble, “Aisling, I love you.”

“How much?” she teases and we both start laughing, brows arched in pleasure-pain.

“Too much,” I pant. “I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too,” she whispers, squealing as I change the position. Heaving myself up onto my haunches, spreading my quads, and settling her across my thighs. Pushing her back up against the dark wall beside the door, one hand wrapped protectively around her head and the other keeping her lap positioned firmly over mine. Like missionary but on my knees, with my girl’s soft thighs wrapped around my hips.

I give an experimental upward thrust, pumping her roughly against the wall, and when she gasps against my throat I know that she’ll be able to finish in this position.

I squeeze my palm over her thigh, hold her hips, and thrust again.

“Tanner!” she gasps, arms tightening around my neck.

“I love you so much,” I rasp, my digits tangling in her crotchless panties.

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