Page 95 of Endurance
He draws the exposed zipper of my dress down my back, dragging his warm fingers along the wake of my flesh. He pauses to drop a soft kiss on my shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my flesh, his coarse beard sending goosebumps down my spine as my legs begin to tremble. He slides the fabric down my arms and I shimmy it off my rear, carefully stepping out of it in my nude heels.
“Fucking love these curves,” he husks into my ear as he splays his hands out on my hips and presses his trouser-covered erection against the small of my back. “I’ve loved them for a long time.”
He skims his grasp forward, mirroring each hand as they slide down my lower belly to cup my pussy. He massages me over the top of my knickers, eliciting a soft moan from somewhere deep inside of me.
“Do you remember when we first met?” he murmurs, his breath hot in my ear.
I swallow and frown, trying to tell my brain to think instead of feel. “At the hospital?”
I feel the huff of his smirk on my earlobe. “Yes, in the cafeteria. You had an apple stuck in your mouth because you were stunned by my bearded beauty.”
A lazy laugh shakes my shoulders. “You were a cocky sod then, and you’re a cocky sod now.”
He bites down on my lobe and growls, slipping one hand beneath the fabric of my knickers. When his rough finger swipes over my sensitive nub, I gasp, to which he responds, “I’m going to beyourcocky sod forever.”
This notion brings a smile to my lips as his fingers roll over me and I ride his hand, my hips pumping against his touch. My expression is a pure, unadulterated happiness as I let the idea of his words truly sink in.
This is madness. A completely impulsive life choice that we made on a whim. All of it has the potential to turn into utter chaos. But it feels…right. I have no barriers with Tanner anymore. He’s erased every line between us and has embraced all of me…bare…open.
When I think about spending every day with him, it makes me giddy. He found the part of me that wanted to be loved and appreciated. He fucking gets me. I want to be his in every way because he accepts me for me and I accept him for him. Every beautiful, pervy, funny, deep, charismatic part of him. I know there’s a laundry list of things we have to discuss, but right now, I want to dream with this man.
My head falls back on his shoulder as he kneads my breast, all while continuing his noble work between my legs. When he speaks this time, his voice is thick with arousal. “People will say we’re crazy for wanting to get married, but I know you, Belle. Those months that I avoided you, I always saw you.”
I gasp as his thick fingers plunge inside of me, crooking and working at a spot that I feel in my throat. I reach back and grip the sides of his head, twining my fingers through his thick hair. “God, yes. I saw you, too,” I utter.
Our voyeuristic words and his relentless touch have me so close to my climax, I can hardly stay on my feet. I croak out the only thing my heart wants me to say. “Tanner, I…I love you.”
Suddenly, his hands leave me. He spins me on my heel and presses my back against the cold window. The look in his smouldering, silent expression speaks directly to my soul.
“I love you, Belle.”
He slams his desperate lips on mine, deftly unclasping my bra and flinging it away in the process. Our flesh against flesh feels perfect as he reaches down and grabs my legs, pulling me up so I’m wrapped around his hips.
He walks us over to the bed and falls down on top of me, kissing me and smashing his erection into the place I need him most. I begin fumbling with his trousers, but he pulls back, stopping my motion. With a quirked brow, he crooks his fingers into the sides of my knickers and slides them off over my heels. He tucks them in his pocket.
I shake my head. “You’re lucky I brought another pair.”
“You’ll be lucky if I let you keep them,” he growls, and I giggle as he hurriedly kicks out of the rest of his clothes.
When he’s gloriously naked, he angles his head, eyeing every inch of me and trailing the tips of his fingers down the peak of my breast, across my belly, and between my legs. “I can’t believe you’ll be mine forever.”
I smile at the utter devotion in his gaze as he climbs on top of me and situates himself between my legs. His skin is like silk against the bareness of me as he consumes me. This man holds every part of my body and soul in his hands.
“We’ll never be bored,” I joke but am deathly serious.
Tanner Harris and I are like oil and water in so many ways. But if you shake us up really hard, we bubble and swirl and mix and mingle.We dance.
His face grows grave. “I’ll make you happy, Belle.”
My eyes sting at his words. They are so simple, but they hold so much promise. I cradle his face in my hands, smoothing my fingers over the furrow in his brow. “I know you will.”
I close my eyes when he pushes inside me, hitting a spot so deep and filling me so full, not just physically but emotionally.
He drops a soft kiss on each of my closed eyelids and whispers, “Eyes on me.”
My lashes flutter open as he stares into my eyes and makes love to me, repeating his promises the entire time.
