Page 53 of Wildest Dreams

I breathe out a laugh at his candidness, my heart shimmering as he moves up to kiss my cheek. Then he grazes his stubble over my skin and murmurs, “Gonna put my heart on my sleeve right now, Aisling. I really fuckin’ like you.”

I blush with delight, giggling as I squeeze his large pecs.

He half-laughs half-groans and drops his face into the curve of my neck, and I burst into laughter as he kisses hungrily at my skin. Then he carefully shifts his body upwards so that he’stowering over me, and the bed-frame beneath us makes a low creaking sound.

I cover my face with my hands, giggling uncontrollably now, and I hear Tanner huff out an embarrassed laugh as he tries to distribute his weight between my thighs.

“Don’t know why the frame’s groanin’ like that,” he says. “Think it’s just getting used to taking my weight.” Then he murmurs, sounding kind of shy, “I am pretty heavy though – I don’t want to break your bed.”

I peek up at him from between my fingers and see the innocent look of concern on his face, as if he’s worried that the beautiful carved panels might actually not be able to hold up beneath him.

It’s so cute that I shrug out of my jumper, pushing it quickly to the floor, and then I hug my arms around his shoulders so that I can squeeze him back down on top of me.

He grunts, eyes blacking out as his pecs slam down on my breasts.

“We’ll risk it,” I whisper.

His eyes trail down to my chest, his pupils fully dilating, and he carefully brushes two large digits over the black lace beneath my tank top.

“Are you sure that you don’t want me to go?” he asks quietly, as his warm hand slides down to my waist.

He gives me a squeeze and I suck in a little gasp.

“Stay,” I whisper. “Please.”

He grunts quietly, then nods. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll stay.”

His lips meet mine and my body instantly relaxes, my arms tightening around his neck in the hopes that I don’t ever have to let him go. I feel him smile against my mouth before gently slanting me open, his tongue licking me sweetly before sliding inside.

He strokes it slowly against mine, his warm chest keeping me pinned in place, and he begins rolling his hips between my thighs, his back muscles rippling beneath my fingers.

His solid length rubs heavily over my heat, and my nipples pinch, making me pull back, panting.

“Too much?” he murmurs, his eyes scorching as they search mine.

I shake my head furiously, and he slips his tongue back inside. He groans as he licks us together, his gentle strokes getting faster, and his fingers tighten in my hair as he rubs harder between my thighs.

He pulls back with a curse, looking down at me with a dangerous expression.

“Ash,” he rasps, his voice sinfully deep. He moves one of his forearms above my head and he uses his other hand to still my hips. “We need to stop now or I’m… I’m gonna finish,” he says quietly.

I try to catch my breath before whispering up to him, “Don’t you want to?”

He ducks his head, catching his breath too.

“Yeah, I want to,” he murmurs. “But I thought you might wanna take it slow.”

That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.

I start tugging my leggings down my hips.

“Aisling,” he says warningly, although his gaze stays trained on my fingers.

I slowly roll my pants down my thighs, and as soon as my panties are exposed Tanner is officially done for. He shoves his fist down the front of his shorts, a low groan rumbling through his chest.

I toe off my leggings when they finally reach my ankles and Tanner releases his fist so that he can envelop my hips.

“How the hell are you real, Aisling? You’re a goddamn dream.”

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