Page 67 of Trusting Tanner
He shook his head. Maybe it was best she stopped him, because he had no intention of stopping himself, and he really didn’t want their first time to be a quickie, which is what would’ve happened if she hadn’t stopped him. But God, the wait was killing him.
He picked up the phone on the bedside table and called down to the lobby. “This is Tanner Collins from room seven eighteen. I’ve been traveling most of the night and plan to spend most of tomorrow in bed. I’ve hung theDo Not Disturbsign on the door, but please make sure housekeeping doesn’t bother me.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Collins. Is there anything else we can do to make your stay more comfortable?”
“Yeah, please send up a bottle of champagne with two glasses.”
“Very well, sir.”
“Thank you.” He hung up then went to move theDO NOT DISTURBsign from the inside of the door to the outside. Grabbing the bags from the floor, he carried them into the bedroom. He set hers on the bed and his in the chair in the corner. A shower did sound good.Would she kick me out if I tried to join her?The idea was tempting, but she’d already said no, and he had to respect her wishes, no matter how badly he wanted her.
He dug the box of condoms from his bag and dumped them on top of the bedside table. When the moment finally came, he wanted to be prepared. He took off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans as his cell phone rang. It was his brother. “What’s up, fuckface?”
“Douchebag! You’d better be bringing your ass down here for the weekend.”
Tanner sat on the bed. He’d texted Xander earlier in the week to confirm he was still coming, but he hadn’t told him about bringing Jules. “You’ve got real shitty timing, you know that? I haven’t even been to bed yet.” He glanced at the clock: 12:08 a.m.Shit.
“Is the frat-boy lifestyle too much for you?” Xander teased. “Pop a few energy drinks and drag your lazy ass down here. I mean it.”
Tanner rolled his eyes. “My lazy ass is already here.”
“What? Shut the fuck up. Seriously?” Xander laughed. “Awesome. I thought you weren’t showing up until tomorrow.”
“It was a last-minute decision, and I’ve been driving all night, so I’m going to sleep for a few hours. I’ll call you later and we’ll hang.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating. Should he tell Xander about Jules being here with him? Nah, it would take a lot more time than he was willing to spare right now.
“Okay. Get your beauty sleep. Call me when you get up.”
“Bye.” Tanner ended the call then turned off his cell phone. He didn’t want any more interruptions.
Juliana emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, her hair damp and hanging loosely around her shoulders. Water beaded off her body, and he licked his lips. He set his cell phone on the bedside table and stood.
“Um, my bag.” She pointed at it sitting on the bed. “It has all my clothes in it.”
“Right.” He cleared his throat. His fingers ached to reach out and touch her, draw her close, yank the towel from her body. He forced a deep breath. “I’ll just—”
There was a knock on the door.
“I’ll let you get dressed.” He turned and left the room, finding it nearly impossible to tear his gaze from her. Christ, in what world was it okay for him to tell her to get dressed? He should be telling her to strip naked and wait for him.
Tanner accepted the room service, gave a generous tip, then closed and locked the door. When he turned around, Juliana was standing by the couch. His gaze raked down the length of her body, memorizing every inch of her. She was wearing a pair of shorts that hugged her hips, and a tank top…without a bra. With the towel he hadn’t been able to see every enticing curve, every tempting area of exposed skin. And, sweet Lord help him, her nipples were hard.
Her shorts barely covered her; in fact, her ass cheeks were hanging out the bottom of them. He groaned. His dick was instantly hard, ready for her. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”
She stopped in the middle of the room. “No, what am I doing?”
He was stunned. She really had no idea the effect she had.
“Okay, why are you staring at me?”
Get a goddamn grip, man, or she’s going to go running for the hills.He poured two glasses of champagne and carried them to the living room, nodding for her to follow. He sat on the couch, thighs spread to accommodate the tightness in his jeans. She sat and tucked her legs under her, and he handed her a glass.
She gave him a sideways glance before sipping her champagne. “Mmm.” She licked her lips.
“Seriously?” His voice was rough, filled with frustration. He set his glass on the coffee table and then reached for her. “How can you not know what you’re doing to me?”
He pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him, his erection hard against the thin material of her shorts. “You have no idea how sexy you are.” He put his hands on her thighs, massaging his way up. “Or how badly I want you.” He would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do, but he didn’t know how much longer his patience was going to last. He’d already waited two months, and that was two months too long.
She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue doing that swirly thing he’d quickly grown to love. His hands slid around and gripped her ass. It was round, firm, and fit his hands perfectly. This felt right. All of it. The kissing. The touching. The feel of her hot breath mingling with his. The sounds of her soft moans. His hands tightened on her ass, holding her in place.
