Page 86 of Wildest Dreams

I swallow hard, my eyes on my freckle.

Maybe it’s time to finally wear my heart on my sleeve.

So instead of replying I wrap my arms around Tanner’s neck and bring my lips softly to his.

He releases a low sound as he instantly kisses me back, his hands roaming up my waist and hauling me closer so that I can feel his heartbeat against mine.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he murmurs, which makes me pull away from him with a giggle. I have hearts in my eyes as he grins down at me.

I hear my phone vibrate on my bedside cabinet and Tanner drops his head to my neck, groaning as I reach over to glance at it. I don’t pay any attention to the endless scroll of messages but I do check the time, my eyes widening as my jam-packed schedule comes crashing back to my mind.

I toss my phone and slap my hand over my forehead, moaning quietly as Tanner sucks a hickey into my skin.

“I have to go to class,” I tell him breathlessly. He kisses my throat and slips two fingers down the front of my panties.

He grunts, rubbing me gently. “Want me to get you off first?”

I gasp as he presses harder, his rough fingers making my eyes squeeze shut.

“I-I’ll be late,” I pant, although right now class is the last thing on my mind. I feel desire flood between my thighs and, when I squirm with need, Tanner feels it too.

“Jesus,” he rasps, pulling back so that he can shove down his boxer briefs.

“N-no, we have to wait,” I whisper, and he instantly stops, his eyes burning as they look deep into mine. But then he nods, dropping his eyes and cursing quietly as he eases his boxers back up his quads. His long thick erection is barely covered by the soft cotton, but he shoves at it for a good ten seconds until he finally manages to wrangle the length of it back underneath the waistband of his underwear.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, cuddling me against his chest and kissing my forehead. “You’re so beautiful, I was getting carried away.” He rakes a hand through his hair and rumbles, “Didn’t mean to.”

A small smile plays at the corners of my lips as I cuddle him back, squishing my cheek against his chest and feeling my heart sparkle as he holds me tighter.

“I don’t want you to go,” I whisper. “I just need to get ready for class is all.”

I look up at him and he jerks his chin at me, making me giggle loudly as he drags me up for a searing kiss.

“I understand,” he murmurs, slowly sitting himself upright, looking around a little disoriented.

The black sheets pool around his knees, drawing my eyes to his tan quads, and he strokes himself over his underwear as he glances around the room in search of his clothes.

I point to his shirt on my body and he presses his palm against his forehead, releasing a quiet chuckle.

“Shit,” he murmurs, grinning as he reaches down to kiss me again. “Okay. You keep it,” he adds as he gets to his feet, trudging around the bed as he goes to grab the rest of his clothes.

“No way!” I say, a laugh tinkling out of me as I pull off his shirt.

He watches me with a slack jaw, absently catching his shirt when I toss it to him without taking his eyes off my body.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, the shirt dangling from his fist.

“Tanner,” I giggle, rolling my eyes. I pull the sheets up over my bra to hide my lingerie from view and he scrubs his hand over his eyes, looking adorably distracted.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry. Again,” he mumbles, pulling on the shirt before shucking up his shorts.

I mean, okay, I kind of wanted to keep his shirt – and I love it even more that hewantedme to – but I don’t exactly love the idea of him rolling out of the condo shirtless, one, because he could inadvertently bump into my brother and, two, because I really don’t want anyone else getting to see his gorgeous body.

That’s just for me.

I tug on my newly-acquired Carter U Cheer sweatshirt as he pulls up the last of his clothes, and then he’s entwining his fingers through mine as we walk through my living room to the front door.

He pulls my body against his and backs me up against the wall, leaning down so that he can kiss me and groaning quietly when he does. His fingers tangle up in my hair and his quad slips between my thighs, rubbing me gently as he caresses my lips with his.

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