Still The One (The Heartbreak Brothers 2)

He deftly unfastened the metal button, then pulled at the zipper. “Any time you want me to stop, you tell me,” he said, his voice rough. He dropped to his knees, pulling her jeans down, past her thighs, her knees, before she stepped out of them.

“I don’t want to stop.” Her voice was sure. He looked up at her, his eyes shining as they connected with hers.

“We’re not kids anymore, Van,” he said thickly. “I want to have sex with you.”

“I want it, too.”

“But before we do, you need to know something. This is it for me. You’re it. There’s no running away, no hiding. Once you’re mine, you’re mine.”

She nodded, breathless. Not just from the way his fingers were tracing the edge of her panties, but from the way he was staring at her. As though he might die without her.

It sent shivers of delight down her spine.

“Don’t move,” he said, standing and walking over to the hallway.

“Where are you going?” She felt vulnerable, almost naked compared to his fully-dressed state.

“To grab a blanket from the car. You’re not lying on the dusty floor.”

“Can you hurry?” she asked urgently. She didn’t want him to leave her for even a moment.

He laughed. “I’ll run like I’ve never runned before.”

He was back within a minute, shaking the blanket out and helping her down to the floor. He pulled his t-shirt off, and she stared up at him, her eyes scanning his sculpted chest.

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We’re not kids anymore. That was for sure. Back then they were playing at being adults. Their few attempts at sex had been furtive, fumbling, yet still the most amazing thing she’d ever done. But now, it was deeper than that. And more practiced, too.

Tanner leaned over her, kissing her hotly, unfastening her bra and throwing it to the side. He moved his lips down her throat, kissing her collarbone then the swell of her breasts, kissing her nipples, her stomach, then pulling at her panties. She arched up, watching as he slid them down her shaking thighs, then he crawled between them, pushing them up to give himself room.

As soon as he took her into his warm, practiced mouth she was gasping. He put a hand on her stomach to hold her down as he sucked and licked at her again and again. She could feel the pleasure coil inside her, snapping and fizzing as he grazed her with his teeth, sliding two fingers inside her to heighten her desire.

“Tanner…” His name came out as a gasp. She didn’t know how much longer she could last.

“Shh.” He dipped his head again, his tongue tracing a langorous line to her aching core. Then he sucked at her, making her cry out, her thighs tensing, her body arching as the pleasure burst from inside her.

His fingers dug into the soft skin of her thighs, his mouth still licking and sucking as she rode the wave of desire. As she slowly came down, he was pulling his jeans off, followed by his boxers. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the thick lines of muscles on his thighs. He pulled a condom from his jeans and passed her the silver disk. “I want you to put it on me,” he told her, looking down at his thick hardness.

She nodded, tearing the packet open and throwing the foil to the side. She wrapped her fingers around him, loving the way her touch made him gasp. Moving her hand up and down, she watched as his eyes closed, his mouth dropping open as he gasped in time to her movement.

“The condom,” he said roughly. “Now.”

Slowly, she unrolled it onto him, sheathing him before laying back on the blanket. He moved his powerful body between hers, bracing his arms on either side of her shoulders as his hardness slid against the neediest part of her.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he told her. “I want to see it again. With me inside you.” He dropped his head to hers, kissing her hard.

His words sent a fresh shot of excitement through her. She could feel him begin to enter her, and she closed her eyes.

“Open them,” he said roughly. “I want to see you.”

He was overwhelming, filling her body and soul. She gasped as he stretched her, inching slowly inside, then stopping to give her time to accustom herself to him. He began to move, muttering an oath about how good it felt. Van slid her hand down his back, to his ass, her fingers pressing against his hard flesh in encouragement. She could already feel the ache starting to throb inside her again, her body moving against his as he increased the rhythm.

“Van…” he said roughly, dipping his head to suck at her nipple. “You’re everything, you know that?”

She nodded, too full of him to speak. He sucked at her again, the tugging sensation making her thighs tighten around his hips, as pleasure started to steal at her once more.

“Are you close?” he rasped out.