Page 96 of Endurance
TANNERHARRIS HAS MADE ANart of spooning.
So much so, I can’t even bring myself to get out of bed the next morning to go pee like I desperately need to.
He stirs next to me, nuzzling his jaw into my hair and sleepily pumping his hips against my arse.
“Are you awake?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“No,” he croaks. “My penis is just cold and seeking the warm blanket of your vagina.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m going to wet the bed.”
He tightens his grip on me. “You can’t leave me.”
“Seriously, your penis will be plenty warm with my pee in seconds if you don’t let me go.”
His hand flies straight up into the air, making me smile. I slide out of the covers and pad across our sun-filled hotel suite, butt-arse naked and thanking the Lord I don’t have to go to work. After last night, my mind is buzzing with a million different grown-up thoughts. Doctoring today would probably make me implode.
After I do my business, I scamper back into the room and swan dive into the bed. Tanner’s warm arms wrap around me, holding me to him as if he’s been doing it his entire life.
“I don’t want to leave this bed,” I murmur into his chest as we lie face to face.
He hums and drops a soft kiss to my hair, his eyes still closed. “Me neither.”
“When I leave this bed, my mind starts racing,” I add.
“Then we shall stay here all day.”
“But—” I start.
“Butt,” Tanner replies, sliding his hand down and palming my cheek, pulling it against his growing erection.
It’d be so easy to get lost in him again. It’d be so nice to reach under the covers and grip him in my hand, and to climb on top and ride him until I have no more coherent thoughts.
But.
“We need to talk,” I say, my voice more firm than before.
He sighs heavily and, with a bit of effort, I manage to get him propped up against the cream upholstered headboard. His abs and inky arms call to me, but I remain seated by his feet, facing him. I wrap a sheet around my chest so we’ll have no more distractions.
“How do you feel this morning?” I ask, ready to attack this situation with a bit of business sense about me.
He quirks a playful brow. “I’d feel better if I was balls deep in you, but I can’t complain.” His smirk makes me smile.
“I mean…after last night. Do you…” My voice trails off as I adjust the sheet around my breasts.
“Regret what I said?” he asks, losing his playful smile.
I nod.
“No, not at all.” He leans forward and grips my ankle in his hand, pinning his blue eyes on mine. “I want to marry you, Belle, and if you need to hear that in the light of day, then hear this. I would go to the Register Office right now if you gave me the green light.”
My eyes fly wide. “You’re crazy!”
“Pot, meet kettle,” he retorts.
“We need to figurealotof things out before we do this, Tanner,” I stammer.
“Like what?” he asks, genuine curiosity painted all over his face.
