Her hands curl into the material of my shirt, and she pulls me forward. “Don’t tell me I don’t know what I want. You think I go around offering myself to men all the time? I don’t. I dated Beau for three months, and he never got past second base with me. I know exactly what I want, Tank, and now that I’ve found it—I’ve found you—I’m not going to just let this opportunity pass me by.”
My voice is pained, giving an indication of the torture inside me. “Ava...”
Her hands slide down my chest and stop at my waist. “Now, if you don’t want me—"
I reach up and grab her hand, sliding it to the v of my legs. I press it against my hard manhood. I’m so fuckin’ hard it hurts. I don’t know why I’m pushing her, but her reaction surprises me when she cups her hand around me and strokes me through my jeans. My hips jerk, and I know there’s no way I can resist her any longer. I lean down, putting one hand behind her back and the other arm under her legs, lifting her up easily.
She’s smiling ear to ear as I carry her down the hallway. I pass the spare bedroom and take her to my bed. I drop her onto it and start stripping my clothes off, kicking my shoes away as I go. Her eyes never leave mine.
When I’m down to my underwear, I reach for her, grabbing her by the thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
She comes willingly, and I undress her until she’s completely naked. Her breath is hitched, but all I can do is stare at her. Her body is perfection. I want to touch and taste every curve.
She looks unsure why I’m still towering over her, staring at her but not touching her. “Tank?”
I put my hands on her knees and stroke them up her legs. “Fuck, honey, you have no idea what I want to do to you.”
She reaches down, covering my hand with hers. “Do it... you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Fuck,” I grunt.
I lean forward until I’m right in front of her. I climb onto the bed, leaning over her, putting my hands on each side of her face. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
She nods. “I know. I’ve thought about it. Do you want to kiss me, Tank?”
I kiss her forehead, then each side of her lip near her cheek. Our lips are mere inches apart when I whisper to her, “Yeah, I want to kiss you.”
I don’t wait for her to answer me or give me her approval. I kiss her as if my life depends on it. I don’t want to scare her, but I’m consumed by her, and no matter how I slant my mouth or how I run my tongue along hers, it isn’t enough. I don’t think it ever will be enough.