Page 54 of Wildest Dreams

And with that line right there? NowI’mdone for.

A giggle bursts out of my chest and I slap a hand over my eyes, chest shaking as I laugh because he doesn’t realise what he’s just said.

His big fist gently tugs at my hand, his expression concerned as he searches my gaze.

“What is it?” he murmurs. “I wasn’t joking, I’m being serious.”

I giggle harder as my cheeks dimple with happiness.

“I know,” I laugh, cupping his perfect face. “It’s just… that’s my name. What you said… about me being a dream?”

My cheeks stain pink but I’m still smiling, overwhelmed with delight.

“That’s what ‘Aisling’ means,” I explain. “My name means ‘dream’.”

Tanner towers over me with a love-struck expression on his face, and I stroke my fingertips over the muscles in his forearms, biting into my smile as we watch each other.

“That’s perfect,” he whispers. “You… you really are my dream girl.”

“If this is anyone’s dream, I think it’s mine,” I whisper back to him.

He kisses me again, sweet and unhurried, and his broad chest rubs heavily against the thin lace of my bra.

“Is this really happening?” he murmurs. “Because if it is, I want to show you all of my cards before we do this. Like, first off, I’m going to need you to give me your number, right the fuck now, so that I know that I can take you out when you’re next available. And second of all, this thing right here? I’m not going to let this be a fling–”

I push up onto my knees and kiss him through my unrelenting giggles.

“Thank you,” he murmurs roughly, making me laugh even harder.

“You talk so much,” I mumble against him, stifling a squeal of delight as he shoves his grey shorts down his quads.

“Sorry,” he murmurs back, quickly tugging them off and tossing them behind us. Then his hand is gripping my wrist and easing my fingers beneath his boxer briefs.

I touch the large domed head and he pants against my neck.

“Tanner,” I whisper as he wraps us both around the base of his erection, giving it an experimental tug that’s so rough that I whimper for him. “Tanner–”

“On it,” he rumbles, misreading my speechlessness for impatience, and he releases a hand so that he can slip it down the front of my panties.

I stare down with wide eyes at the sight of his tan hand in my frilly underwear and with a smirk on his lips he dips down so that he can kiss me again.

“This okay?” he murmurs quietly, pressing two warm fingers against my clit.

“Mm-hm,” I whimper quickly, making him grunt and rub me faster. He uses his chest to push me down back onto the quilt and then he drops one large forearm above my head.

His eyes are burning a hole into my tank top, his jaw muscles rolling as his gaze flicks between my panties and my chest.

Breathless, I decide to help him out. “Would you like me to take off my–”

“Yes,” he grunts, hard eyes flashing up to mine.

I would breathe out a laugh if he wasn’t looking at me with so much need and devotion, so instead I slip my arms through the straps and wriggle the top off of my body. When I’m in nothingbut my bra and panties I settle back down on the dark quilt, letting him look at me.

He slowly twists his fingers around the sides of my panties, tightening his fists and making me gasp.

His gaze stares between my thighs for a long unending moment, his breathing loud and heavy as he tries to calm himself down.

When his eyes flash back up to mine I lift my arms, reaching for him.

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