Page 72 of Trusting Tanner
The spark of a challenge lit up her eyes. “This.” She grabbed the base of his shaft and held it as she eased down on him.
“Fuck.” His stomach hollowed at the feel of her hot body enveloping him, taking him inch by agonizing inch. It was so slow it was torturous, yet he craved more. He took hold of her hips, guiding her the rest of the way down, the sounds of her faint cries echoing around him.
“Ahhh.” She dug her fingers against his chest, allowing her body to adjust to him.
He didn’t know how it was possible, but it felt like she was even tighter now than she’d been the first time. But damn, it was incredible the way she took all of him, even though he knew it couldn’t be that comfortable for her. He wanted to dig his heels into the mattress and fuck her hard and fast, make her scream his name until she wasn’t able to ever utter another man’s name. But he didn’t want to hurt her. He sat up, bringing their bodies flush, and she wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, then scraped his teeth along the column of her neck. She trembled, and he held on to her tighter, desperate for her to know he had her, he’d never let anything hurt her, that he was her lover, the man she could count on.
Then she began to rock on his lap. Her movements were slow but self-assured. His entire world exploded and melted, and the only thing remaining was him and her, their bodies one. He took her face into his hands and kissed her, his tongue matching the rhythm of her body. No woman had ever felt this good, this hot and eager for his touch.
He was too focused on the way she tightened around him, coaxing him into crashing over the edge with her, that his own impending orgasm barely registered in his mind. He couldn’t believe he was already so close to coming again. “Juliana, baby, please, slow down. I don’t—”
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “I’m gonna come.”
They’d both waited too long for this. They needed to get it out of their systems, and then later he could take his time, make love to her the right way, the way he’d always imagined he would. He tightened his arms around her, bringing his hands up to curl over her shoulders. She cried his name, her forehead dropping to his shoulder, her moans low and needy.
He loved the way, even in the midst of an orgasm, she was so genuine. She wasn’t screaming for the sake of making noise; she wasn’t hollering for more so someone might hear them. Juliana was simply enjoying him, getting off with him, taking pleasure in him and him alone. She didn’t need the world to know how great it was. She wanted only him to know.
Tanner held her as she came, her body trembling from the force of it, her breath hot and ragged against his skin, and then he let himself go, too. His body jerked as he came harder than ever before, and then he hugged her, burying his face in her hair. God, he loved her hair. Loved the way the curls bounced, the way it smelled like a combination of suntan lotion and flowers, the way it now tickled his face.
She placed featherlight kisses across his shoulder, and he closed his eyes, sighing.
“The sun’s coming up,” she whispered.
“Good thing we don’t have any classes today. We can sleep in.”
Lifting her head, she looked at him, disbelief coloring her expression. “You really think we’re going to get any sleep?”
He chuckled. “We can try. But I’m good at functioning on very little sleep. It’s not like this is the first all-nighter I’ve pulled. And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
“No. But it’s definitely been the most fun all-nighter I’ve ever had.”
“You and me both.” He slipped his hand to the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to his. “I could spend forever kissing you, Jules.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Despite urging Tanner to call his brothers so she could meet them and they could hang out, he’d insisted on spending the entire day in the room, just the two of them. And they’d had sex everywhere they could—the couch, the bed, the shower, the floor. He’d even tried to convince her to do it on the balcony, but she’d refused.
Tanner took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Ready?”
She nodded, even though she was nowhere close to ready. In between their episodes of marathon sex, she’d grilled him about his brothers. The more she knew about them before meeting them, the smoother it would go. She hoped.
The bowling alley was packed, and Juliana was a little overwhelmed. She’d expected there to be a lot of people, it was a party after all, but she hadn’t expected it to be shoulder to shoulder. Every single lane was occupied. Sounds of balls rolling and pins being knocked down echoed off the walls. To her left was a room encased in glass, doors propped open, a band inside playing loudly. They sounded fantastic. He took her hand and led her through the massive crowd.
“Tanner! Over here!” A guy who looked like a near-exact replica of Tanner stood on a bench at the far end of the alley, waving his arms over his head.
“That’s Xander,” he said.
Juliana’s stomach clenched. This was it. Butterflies waged war in her stomach. Regardless of what Tanner said, she couldn’t stop worrying about the possibility his brothers wouldn’t like her. What if they didn’t? How could she have a serious relationship with him if she didn’t get along with his family?
“C’mon.” Tanner tugged on her hand.
Xander jumped down from the bench and flung his arms around Tanner in a dramatic hug. “Oh Lord have mercy, hallelujah, you are alive!”
“Dude, get off me.” He gave his brother a playful shove.
“What the fuck do you expect? You show up last night, blow me off, and then haven’t answered any of my calls or texts. I worried maybe you had a fatal stroke while jerking off.”
