Page 185 of Wildest Dreams

My wrapping skills are a little rough around the edges but I tried damn hard to make everything as pretty for her as possible.

I keep hold of the bouquet with one hand and shove the other one through my hair, grinning with untamed relief as her car pulls up next to the porch, right beside mine.

I’m racing down the steps two at a time before she’s even put her car in park, pulling open her door at the same moment that she unleashes her seatbelt.

She practically squeals as she smiles up at me, her eyes all sparkly because she loves it when I wear a suit.

I grin right back at her, holding out my free hand to help her down from the vehicle, and then I’m heaving her up by her little ass, chuckling against her neck as she squeezes her arms around my shoulders.

“Hi,” she squeaks, giggling like crazy as I kiss her cheeks.

“Hi, baby,” I murmur back to her, before leaning down to kiss her lips.

She yelps excitedly as I give her a spank, and then I help her shut the car door and begin walking us up the porch steps.

“For you,” I tell her, handing her the large bouquet.

Her cheeks flush a soft pink and she smiles shyly before taking them, cuddling the flowers against her chest.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice sugary-sweet.

I brush a kiss against her temple, carrying her over the threshold and then locking up behind us.

Because right now, there’s nowhere else that we need to be.

I set her gently down to her feet, both of us kicking off our shoes, before I lead her to the kitchen and I water a vase for her to set her flowers in.

She eyes the foil-topped dessert tray resting in the centre of the table and slides her gaze up to mine, a smug smile playing on her lips.

“I wonder what that could be,” she says teasingly, squealing when I yank her into my arms.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, smiling back at her but still flushing crimson.

She wriggles out of my arms enough to lean over the table, flicking the edge of the foil so that she can take a peek underneath it.

Her eyebrows lift in surprise.

“Wait,” she breathes out, compassion colouring her tone. She raises her eyes back to mine, biting into the beautiful smile onher lips. “That isn’t… that isn’t the cobbler that you order in. That’s…”

I swallow hard and nod my head. My neck is warm as fuck.

“Tanner!” she squeals. “Did you… makeus a cobbler? Like, from scratch?”

I tug at the collar of my shirt, eyes searching hers to gauge her reaction.

After a long moment of blushing the hardest I ever have in my whole life I manage to quietly rumble out a, “…Yeah.”

“Oh my God, you’re the sweetest ever!” she exclaims, her eyes alight with happiness. And then I’m grinning right back at her, relieved as hell over her reaction, because I like doing cute stuff for her even though I’m always a little nervous in the build up.

“Your first homemade cobbler,” she whispers, a teasing smile on her beautiful mouth.

But as soon as my eyes flick down to her lips I’m no longer thinking about the homemade cobbler. I’m thinking about how I’ve had two weeks without my girlfriend sleeping in my arms. I’m thinking about the way her hands are gripping my shirt and the way my quad is slipping between her thighs.

I’m thinking about how there are lots of other things that I can do for Aisling to show her how much I love her.

And she’s thinking the same thing too.

She yanks me forward by my tie, I grip firmly at the back of her neck, and then I’m groaning loudly into her mouth as I kiss the goddamn life out of her.

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