“Not you, the situation.” Another cough of laughter excaped. “One minute I’m arguing with Chrissie Fairfax, the next I’m making out with you on my childhood bed. It’s like I fell asleep and woke up in 2010.”

“Coming home will do that to you. Make you feel like a kid.”

“Or a teenager.”

His grin widened. “Touché.” He kissed the corner of her lip. “Wanna make out like teenagers all night?”

She slid her hands up his back, pulling him closer. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I’m asking.” He slid his hands over the swell of her behind, then pulled her against him, leaving her with no doubt of how excited he was.

“And I’m saying yes.” She circled her legs around his waist, anchoring herself against him.

“Okay,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. “Shut up and let me kiss you again.”

Chapter Seventeen

Tanner drank Van in with his eyes as she lay on her bed. Her golden hair was fanned out around her like a halo, framing her heated eyes and swollen lips. Lifting himself on the mattress, he caged her in with his arms, kissing his way up her neck, her jaw, until his lips were on hers again.

She tasted so good. Even better than he’d remembered. Her tongue was soft against his, delicately teasing him, making him harder than he’d ever

felt before. Sliding her hands beneath his t-shirt, Van feathered her fingers up his skin, making him gasp against her lips.

Much more of this and he’d be in so deep he wasn’t sure he’d make it to the surface again.

He needed to see her. All of her. Curling his fingers around her t-shirt, he tugged until her stomach was exposed, soft and smooth as he caressed it with his palms. He dipped his head down to press his lips against her skin, smiling when he heard her sigh.

Pushing her t-shirt up further, he kissed his way up her torso, until he reached the edge of her lacy bra. He glanced up, his eyes meeting hers, and she gave the smallest of nods. Her eyelids were hooded as he pulled her t-shirt off, leaving her exposed to him.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice was rough. Full of desire. He brushed his lips against the swell of her breast, then sucked at her nipple through the black lace of her bra. She arched her back, her breath catching in her throat, and the sound made him throb harder.

The air surrounding them changed. Hissed and fizzed like it was full of electricity. He reached up to smooth her hair back from her face, and pulled her in for another kiss.

She was as needy as him, tugging at his t-shirt until he was lifting it over his shoulders, then pressing his ridged chest to hers. She had the body of a runner. Lithe and firm, with all the right curves. Her ass was smooth and plump, and as his palms traced its contours he groaned into her mouth.

He could feel her nipples pebbling against him through the thin fabric of her bra. With tense fingers he pushed the straps down, then the cups until her breasts were exposed to him. Soft swells with hard peaks, the perfect size for his hands. He captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, causing her to cry out. Damn, he loved the way she responded to him.

Their jeans were the next to go, landing in a heap beside the bed. She was naked now, apart from her panties. With his eyes on hers he slid his fingers beneath the elastic, waiting a moment until she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“So damn sweet,” he murmured against her lips.

He felt the warmth of her against his palms as he slid his hands beneath the cotton. Pressing his fingers into her smooth flesh, he felt her grind against him. Damn, he was hard. Couldn’t remember the last time he felt this on edge.

How quickly he could be inside her. His body ached at the thought. He was throbbing, reacting to the steady grind of her hips and her desperate kisses. Sliding his hand down further, he traced her with the tip of his finger, feeling her warm wetness as she gasped against his lips.

When he looked at her, Tanner could see his own need reflected back at him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her gaze never left his. “Please touch me,” she whispered, arching her back until her body made contact with his hand again, her pelvis tilting against his palm until his fingers were sliding through to the warmest, neediest part of her.

His finger easily found the swell of her, circling until her hips reflected the rhythm. He swallowed her cries with a deep kiss as he slid two fingers inside her. She was tight and hot and everything he wanted. His thumb pressed against her clit, as he coaxed the pleasure from her. She cried out again, her thighs tightening around his arm as she soared toward the peak.

When she came it was glorious. Her body froze above him, her head tipping back, a long, low groan escaping from her lips. He held her with his free hand, the other still moving against her, heightening her pleasure. As she slowly coasted down from her high, he kissed her softly, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers feathering against his hard stomach. Reaching down, he captured her wrist and pulled it to his lips. “You don’t need to,” he said, his voice thick.

“You don’t want to…” She blinked at him, her eyelids still heavy with pleasure.

He looked around her bedroom. “I don’t have anything,” he said softly. “And when we make love I want us to be alone. Because I intend to make you scream very loud.”

She laughed. “So sure of yourself.”

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