Page 76 of Wildest Dreams

We stare at each other in pin-drop silence, her eyes searching mine to see if I’m kidding.

Oh. My. Fucking.God.

“Aisling.” I shove a hand through my hair, tugging at it roughly as I stare at her in fucking horror. “Tell me that you’re joking.”

She blinks at me quickly, her cheeks getting pinker by the second.

I shove my tongue in my cheek, chest suddenly heaving.

“You didn’t know that Tanner is my surname?” I rasp, mortified.

Another thought occurs to me and I grip hard at the back of my neck.

“Oh my God. You actually don’t know my name, do you?”

Aisling bites nervously into her lower lip and whispers, “Tanner is your surname?”

I press my palms into my eyes, drop my forehead against her knees, and groan.

“Oh myGod, Aisling. You don’t know my fuckingname?”

I have been head over heels for this girl for four fucking years… and she doesn’t even know myname?!

“How was I supposed to know!” she whispers frantically, eyes wide as I lift my head from her warm lap. “The first time that we met you introduced yourself as Tanner, and it’s the only name that people call you!”

“It’s also the name on theback of my jersey. In other words Aisling,it’s my surname.”

She throws her hands up in the air and I drop my head back down to her thighs.

Which is actually really fucking nice. Like, it kind of sucks that the girl I spent my college career pining for doesn’t know, as aforementioned,my fucking name, but the fact that she’s allowing me to suffocate my face between her legs is pretty much balancing out the scales here.

I try not to groan in pleasure as she wiggles her little ass on the seat.

She places the paper form over my left shoulder and I feel the press of the pen nib as she positions it onto the page.

She swallows quietly. “So, uh… what is your name?”

I tip my head up an inch so that I can look up at her from under my lashes while I keep my prime place right here between her thighs.

I clear my throat and feel my cheeks grow hot, suddenly self-conscious.

“Mason.”

We look into each other’s eyes for a good five seconds, before she finally mouths the wordMasonand begins writing it onto the form. I drop my chin onto her thighs, my stubble making her squirm a little as she uses my shoulder like a writing table.

Knowing that she’s going to need a hell of a lot more details that she doesn’t know I slip my cell out of my jeans, type out the general details and turn the screen for her to look at.

“Thanks,” she says quietly, eyes flicking between my phone and the paperwork. Then after a beat she looks me in the eyes and says, “Mason.”

My quads clench tight and I quickly look away from her, pupils dilating.

“Don’t mention it,” I rumble, my voice gruff as hell, but I swear that there’s a tiny smile playing around her lips as she drops her eyes and gets back to writing.

Chapter 20

Tanner

Present day

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