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I lean closer and brush my lips against his in an unspoken question. His breathing sputters momentarily before his hand cups the back of my head and pulls me to him. Our lips crash together, and I open my mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps against mine, and the need to be closer to him takes over my body.
I've wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long. I dreamt about what it would feel like to kiss his lips, to run my hands down his firm chest, to be held close to him in his strong arms. My body reacts to him in such a primal way. My brain is no longer calling the shots. I swing my leg over his thigh and straddle his lap. The remnants of our dinner get knocked off the bench.
“You feel so good,” Tanner says, running his hands down the curves of my body and settling on the swell of my ass.
I swivel my hips, pressing my aching core against the hard bulge of his cock, making us both moan in pleasure. Tanner kisses a scorching trail down my throat to the low-neck line and my breasts. His hands move down my thighs and beneath the thin fabric of my dress. His touch on my bare thighs is electric, sending shock waves through my body.
I look around to check and make sure that we are, in fact, alone up here. The only sound besides the wind that can be heard is our labored breathing. I run my hand down his chest further and tug at the fabric of his shirt. Tanner raises his arms, and I pull it off in one swift move. I run my hands down his bare chest and over the ridges of his abs, but I don’t stop there. I start to undo his belt, looking up briefly to make sure that this is what he wants too.
He nods once and runs his fingers into my hair, pulling my mouth back to his. I fumble with his pants before I can pull them open. I push my hand beneath the fabric of his underwear and grip his hard cock. Moving my hand up and down the thick length, I feel him grow harder at my touch.
Tanner hisses in a breath between his teeth as I stroke him. But the ache between my legs is growing to a fever pitch. As if he’s reading my thoughts, Tanner’s hand shifts from ass around to my pussy. I cry out in relief as his fingers brush against the wet lace of my panties.
A guttural groan from deep his chest erupts at my pleasure, and I feel him tear the panties off me in one rough tug.
It’s all too much and somehow not enough all at once. I guide his cock to my entrance and push down slowly, savoring what little control I have left. Tanner pulls down the straps of my dress, freeing my breasts. The moment the cooling night air touches my hot skin, my nipples pebble almost painfully. But Tanner's mouth does quick work to ease the ache. I ride his cock up and down as he worships my breasts.
I’ve never done anything crazy like this before, having sex outside, where anyone could see. But Tanner brings out a need in me that couldn’t have waited for us to get back to my apartment.
The friction between our bodies amps the pleasure building up inside us. I keep thrusting my hips until neither one of us can hold out any longer. I tug on Tanner's hair, forcing him to look up from attention on my breasts and kiss him like the world is ending. At this moment, it could be, and I wouldn't care. All I care about right now is coming with Tanner.
I squeeze my inner muscles, and he groans against my mouth. I reach the edge first, tipping over into the oblivion of this moment between us, but Tanner soon follows. We fall together, moving as one until we are both satisfied.
Tanner wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me close against him.
“I love you,” he breathes into my hair.
My grip on him tightens, and for the first time in my life, I say the words back to him.
“I love you too.”
Chapter 7
TANNER
In the days that follow, Rachel and I can barely stay away from one another, both of us desperate for the other’s touch. It’s fine for me to hang out at her store nearly all day until Colt accidentally walked in on me going down on Rachel in the backroom.
I was subsequently banned from the store after that until he said, and I quote, “the urge to gauge out my eyes for seeing what I did to his cousin has passed.”
So, Rachel and I made plans to meet that afternoon at the firehouse to walk over together to Hal’s Diner for dinner. She’s running late, something I’m learning about her the more we hang out.
I'm leaning against the firehouse's brick wall when a black town car pulls to a stop in front of me. The darkly tinted window rolls down, and Tegan’s face appears. She glances from me to the front of the firehouse and then back at me.
“This is what you left San Francisco for?” she asks by way of greeting.
“What are you doing here?”
“What a welcome that is after traveling across the country to see you,” she says as she gets out.
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure the champagne and caviar in the company jet made the trip unbearable.
She shrugs but doesn’t say anything because she knows I’m right.
“Tegan, what are you doing here?”
She sighs. “You weren't taking my calls, so I figured if I wanted a straight answer from you, I'd have to come to see you," she pauses and looks around. "And the town you abandoned your family for."
“You are doing just fine without me.”
