Page 65 of Wildest Dreams

I shake my head, hands clenching into fists on my knees. “Don’t care. When I finally get you to listen to me, there is not going to be a fucking chance of you blaming what happens after on a drop of alcohol being in your system. Not to mention the fact that what just happened in that bar was really fucking dangerous.”

She pushes up onto her knees so that her face is almost on the same level as mine, and I let our chests brush firmly together.

“You know exactly why I know how to disengage a gun,” I tell her. “You know where I come from. You know that I don’t take military shit lightly. I don’t want you to ever be in a position like that again or, if you have to be, I want you to be prepared. That idiot could have hurt you.”

She nudges her nose sweetly against mine. “You wouldn’t let anything hurt me. You’d kiss it better.”

I shove a hand through my hair as a flashback burns through my mind, and then my eyes are penetrating hers, my palms gripping urgently into her hips.

“You’re playing dirty now?” I ask her, eyes on her mouth as she pushes more firmly against me. “You can’t outplay a player, Aisling.”

She tilts her head and gives me a taunting smile. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing for the past four years?”

God. Damn.

I smirk and huff out a laugh as she climbs up on me like she’s been wanting to, and then I haul her thighs around my middle as I shift us over to my seat. I shove the driver’s door open and start carrying her toward the cabin.

“You’ve got the smartest goddamn mouth,” I rumble quietly, stubble scraping over her cheek as I press a hard kiss against the lobe of her ear.

Refusing to behave for one goddamn second, Aisling squeals, “Put me down, put me down!” as if she isn’t clinging into the thick muscles of my shoulders like a wriggling baby koala.

Calling her bluff I start to lower her to the sandy dirt path in front of the moonlit cabin, but then she’s instantly yelping and clutching her thighs around me tighter.

“No, no, no!” she squeals.

“Come on, tipsy girl,” I say gruffly, hauling her higher up my abdomen. It takes balls of fucking steel to tune out the sexy whines she keeps on making as she bounces up and down my chest, panting heavily against my neck.

I pull the cabin keys out of my front pocket, shoving it into the lock so that I can put Aisling to bed as quickly as possible. Then I’m going to put the whole damn lake between me and her horny little ass.

I kick the door shut and drop her to the floor, lacing my fingers at the back of my neck so that I can’t cuddle her up.

She jabs her little chin into the warm cavern between my pecs, and looks up at me with those beautifuldid I do something wrong?eyes.

I grunt and look away from her. “Put the pout away, woman.”

She makes a sad little sigh that has me reluctantly glancing back down at her.

“We’re talkin’ about this as soon as you’re sober, Aisling,” I promise, my biceps flexing like crazy when she wraps her hands around them.

But then I’m swallowing hard and allowing her to bring my arms gently around her waist. My knuckles brush over her lower back and my eyes close for the briefest moment, chest expanding at how right this feels.

I slowly dip my head as she reaches up on her tip-toes, and I brush my forehead gently over her temple.

“I don’t want to talk,” she whispers, her warm body heat making me shudder.

I leash my fingers into her ponytail, holding her closer as she clings to me.

“I’m gonna put this shit to rest, Aisling,” I rumble quietly. “You’re gonna tell me what hurt you so bad and I’m gonna fix it, okay?”

She mumbles something that sounds likeshut up big shotand I breathe out a laugh, tugging her head back so that I can look down at her.

Prettiest girl in the world.

“Tanner,” she whispers, her expression alternating between suspicious and giddy, and suddenly I realise that she’s pulling me over to her bed.Mybed. The bed that I’ve been sleeping in while thinking about her, wearing my shirt in that lake house.

When we reach the foot of it she squishes her breasts right up against me and I groan quietly as she teases the hell out of me.

“No,” I rasp, even as one hand fists her ponytail tighter, and the other grips nice and firm over her hip.

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