Page 45 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
“Why are you the one who is moving between apartments?”
“Well, Theo and Darren’s place was tented while they fumigated for bedbugs. So, they moved in with me, and I decided to give them my bed because there’s two of them and one of me—gracious hostess and all that. But then their staying with me lasted longer, because Darren was petrified the bedbugs would come back and get into his Coco gear, so they asked to stay until they found a new place. I said sure, because it’s my twin, but Darren has so much Coco stuff that it took over my entire apartment. So, I just thought it was easier to go across the hall and stay with Tahlia in the interim. It’s not forever.”
“In that case, why don’t you just stay with me until they find somewhere? I’m sure it’ll be a hell of a lot more comfortable.” He cups his hand around my breast and teases my nipple. “Better benefits, too.”
Taking a deep inhale, I smile and slowly shake my head. “Don’t you think that’s a little too much too soon?” I place my hand on his shoulders and slide it around the back of his neck, my fingers playing in his hair.
“Let’s see,” he starts, narrowing one eye slightly in a way that I know means he’s about to tease me. “We’ve known each other for a few months now. Spent almost every single day at work together. And in that time, we’ve fallen desperately in love but only just gave into our feelings in the last week. I’d say that’s taking it pretty slow. Time to speed things up.”
“I don’t know.” I sigh. “That feels a little like going from zero to one hundred. What if they never move out and you get sick of me?”
His cock twitches inside me. “Do you feel that?” he asks, a cheeky glint in his eyes. “I don’t think I’m ever getting sick of you. So how about you quit your arguing and let me show you the main bathroom? We can get dirty clean, then I’ll take you back home to pack a bag. And if you’re up for it, we could stop in and I’ll introduce you to Camille.”
A huge grin spreads across my face. “Are you for real?”
He nods. “I met your sibling. I want you to meet mine.”
“OK,” I say, closing the distance between us, my mouth connecting with his. “Show me this bathroom of yours. I hope there’s a big tub.”
“Oh, it’s huge,” he says, lifting me off the washing machine and carrying me through the halls.
I lift my brows. “Do you think we’ll fit?”
“Definitely.”
A smile creeps over my face. “You know, Iloveyour bedroom, but depending on how this goes, the main bathroom might become my favorite part of this tour.”
“I’m struggling to come up with a favorite. I’ll likely need at least three tours of each room to decide which is my favorite to fuck you in.”
He pushes the bathroom door open and sets me on the edge of a massive clawfoot tub that he wasn’t exaggerating over the size of. It even has a double faucet to help fill it, otherwise, I think we’d need a solid hour waiting on it.
The steel is cold against my naked skin, but the warmth and lavender scent of the oil he splashes in there floats up around me, making me smile because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this cared for before.
“What are you grinning about?” he asks, turning toward me and holding out his hand once he’s finished setting up the bath.
“This. Us,” I say, sliding my hand in his and standing. “I think everyone at the station would be shocked to learn you have lavender bath oil.”
“It helps you relax.”
“And you’ve helped me relax. I love everything about how we are together, Tanner.”
“You even like arguing with me at the station?”
“Ilovearguing with you. Is that silly?”
“No,” he whispers. “I get hard as a rock every time you fight me on a topic.” He leans in to kiss me, pulling me closer so we’re pressing firmly against each other. He’s all hard muscle and sinew, and I’m all soft tissue and curves. We align like our bodies were made to absorb each other. Never have I felt so complete.
“Get in,” I say as I push him back a touch and lean over to shut off the faucet.
“I thought I was the bossy one.” He breaks away just long enough to sink into the heat of the water, and I climb in on top of him, taking him inside me before the water washes away my natural lubrication.
We moan together as I grind against the base of his shaft. He grips my hips and leans back, his eyes hooded with desire. “Told you it was a big tub,” he says in this low sensual voice that never fails to set my body on fire.
“I think this bathroom is definitely top of the list,” I pant, rocking my hips, before I lean in, gently brushing my lips over the stubble on his chin then bringing my mouth to his. Leisurely, I slide my tongue inside so I can savor every piece of him. I want to memorize every part of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. I want to make love to him over and over and over and dream about it too, because I have to agree with his earlier comment—I don’t think I can ever grow tired of this either.
The water sloshes as I pick up speed, my orgasm building as my breathing increases. Tanner reaches between us and circles my clit, and I clench myself around him, whimpering and grinding, moving closer and closer to climax.
“Fuck, Ruby. How do you even feel this good?”
