Page 169 of Wildest Dreams

“I’m there,” she whimpers, thighs searching for purchase against me.

I push her harder against the wall, spreading my quads wider so that I can hit it as deep as possible. I grip her hair tighter, arch her neck, and suck her throat as I drive her over the edge.

“My girlfriend,” I grunt, slamming my free palm against the wall as she comes.

She whimpers breathlessly, arms tightening around my shoulders, and I shove myself inside of her as hard as I can.

“I love you so much,” I groan, head feeling heavy as she finishes, my own release shooting upwards and blanking every thought from my mind.

“I l-love you too,” she whispers, and suddenly I can’t take it anymore. I grunt against her throat, hips driving in and out, and then I’m punching my fist against the drywall, biceps rippling as I break through it.

“God, yeah,” I grind out, not registering what just happened. I grip my right hand around her hip and ride her hard as I come.

“Tanner!” she whimpers. “Oh my God, did you just–?”

Aisling lets out a squeal and, reading it as pleasure, I spank her ass.

I bury my face in her throat, temples throbbing as I slip it out of her. I press a kiss against her jaw, massaging her hips as I pull back to reach her mouth.

And then I see it.

Next to her flushed, surprised, kind of impressed expression is a fucking hole in the wall that I just punched my fist through.

I blink at it for a moment before looking down at my hand. My bleeding hand. Which I just punched through the wall.

The wall in the lake house that Aisling’s mom is coming to visit in two day’s time.

The lake house that her entire small-town-flipping career is riding on.

My eyes drop back down to hers and she blinks up at me, her shock mirroring mine.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, watching every emotion possible flash through her irises.

Luckily, the main emotion there is the relief of her orgasm, but I can see that just behind the pink haze of love a kindling of anger is flickering dangerously.

“Ash,” I rumble, my voice hoarse.

Her eyes shoot over to the wall and I slap my palm over the break, making those dazzling irises flash straight back to mine.

“Tanner,” she whimpers nervously.

I shut her up with a kiss.

“Baby, I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” I rasp quickly, cuddling her tightly against my pecs. “I’m so sorry, baby. I swear I’m going to fix this.”

“Tanner! You broke thewall!”she exclaims, but relief instantly surges through my chest as I realise that she’s burst into a fit of laughter. She peeks up at me through her fingers and then slaps her palm playfully against my chest.

“Caveman,” she says, scolding and teasing at the same time.

I’m so fucking grateful that she’s not livid with me right now but I need her to know that I’m still taking this seriously.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell her again, pressing her chest against mine as I look down at her. “That was – I didn’t mean to – I was just…” I shake my head, trying to force myself to think straight. “You felt so good. I couldn’t take it.”

I cup a palm around her cheek, my irises burning apologetically as I search her eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” she mumbles, but she is still smiling, even as she drops her eyes to my chest.

“I am,” I growl, “and I’m going to fix this.”