Page 71 of Home Run

“However, there’s one condition.”

“What?”

“If you want to have sex with me, you need to ask for it.”

“Tanner—”

“Come on, Mills.” His voice dropped an octave, gravelly and raw, like he’d already spent the night doing exactly what I wanted him to do to me right now. “You wanna sit on my face, ride me as I eat you out? Drip down my throat while you’re begging for more? I want to hear you ask for it.”

This guy was good, I’d give him that.

I was putty in his hands and he knew it. His eyes were roaming over my body—the kick of my pulse, the shallow breaths, my dilated pupils. Heknew,and if he continued talking to me like that, I’d come without him having touched me.

“Millie…”

The taunting tone wasn’t helping, either, just like it didn’t help when he leaned forward and swept his tongue along my lower lip. My body was vibrating with a level of energy that needed expelling, and fast.

Oh my god.“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. I want to sit on your face.”

“Then your wish is my command.”

The size of the smile that spread on his face made me want to ram my words down his throat. But then he rolled on top of me and my entire focus became about how perfectly he fitted between my thighs, especially when I could feel exactly how happy he was to be there.

Cupping my cheeks, he caught my mouth with his. Our third kiss.

The first was frenzied, the second was gentle, and this one was different again. Perfect. It didn’t even occur to me that we’d only just woken up. Soft and firm all at the sametime. Scarcely audible groans traveled up his throat as his tongue teased mine until I was ready to start grinding against him, desperate for more.

I barely registered him removing my pajama pants, and before I knew what was happening, he’d wriggled out of his, too, and shifted us until I straddled him. He’d lined himself up so perfectly that I only needed to slip back an inch to feel him inside me. The first time we’d had sex I’d been so nervous about the size of him, and now it was all I wanted.

“See,nowI’m naked.” He grinned, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me in place when I wriggled. “Uh-uh. Not yet.”

In my next breath, he’d shot down the bed until my thighs wrapped around his head as he expertly dragged his tongue through my center. It was a wonder I stayed upright while his thumbs spread me open for him to take his fill, circling my clit until I almost blacked out.

“Ahhh.”

In the hour I’d been awake I’d already worked myself up so thoroughly that Tanner was bringing me to the edge of orgasm in under a minute. The arch of my back, the shaking of my thighs, my inability to keep my eyes open all providing a warning that this was going to be bone rattling.

I’d never been so sensitive to one person’s touch.

My cry was guttural, ripping through me as I came over and over, waves crashing inside me. This wasn’t bone rattling, it was bonemelting. Tanner never let up, even when I begged for him to relent, his mouth working me to the brink of insanity. Only when I toppled to the side did he peer at me with a grin so smug, drawing the back of hishand across his mouth, I could do nothing but laugh through the breath I was trying to catch.

“And we’ve only just started,” he said, pushing himself upright and hauling me with him to straddle his thighs.

He wasted no time in removing my pajama shirt, only for his eyes to bulge wide. “Oh my god, what happened to your tits? How have I not noticed them before?”

“Stop.” I groaned, wrapping my arms across my naked chest in a poor attempt to hide them. There’s no way I could hide them.

I was nearly five months pregnant, and they were already triple the size they usually were. I hadn’t quite gotten used to them yet, and of all the changes taking place in my body, my new giant boobs were the ones I was most aware of.

“No.” My arm was swiftly yanked away. “Do not cover them, ever. These are going straight into my bank so I never forget them. They’re fucking glorious. Millie, you are so beautiful,” he added, almost whispering while stroking across my rounded belly.

His eyes flashed with a possessiveness I’d not noticed before. There was almost a reverence in his touch, his palms caressing each curve and swell.

“Your what?”

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