Looping an arm around the back of his neck, I press my body right up against his. “I’m scared we’re rushing into this,” I tell him, searching his eyes, my heart pounding like never before. “We’ve only known each other for a few weeks. How can we be this serious so soon?”
“Don’t doubt us,” he murmurs. “Just because I haven’t known you since you were a toddler or been dating for the past year doesn’t mean that what I feel for you isn’t real. It doesn’t matter how quickly it happened or how unexpected it was, all that matters is that it did. I told you the other night in my car, the moment I saw you and you opened that smart mouth of yours, you were mine.”
“This is insane.”
“Maybe it is,” he agrees, his eyes staring so deeply into mine, daring me to say yes.
“You told me you love me,” I remind him, my hold getting tighter as I remember the way his eyes lit up as the words flew from his mouth. “On second thought, it was more like a yell,” I add. “Did you mean that?”
His voice lowers, so deep and full of wonder. “Every fucking word.”
A soft squeak tears out of me just as his warm lips crush to mine. He kisses me deeply, everything left unsaid being communicated through his actions instead. He kisses me with passion and hunger, and I meet his intensity, needing this more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
Tanner Morgan is mine.
His hands drop beneath my ass and lift me just enough for my legs to wrap around his waist. A thrill shoots through me as Tanner walks us across his room, a hungry growl rumbling through the back of his throat.
Before I know it, my head hits his pillow, and his body presses down on top of mine. When I pull him in closer, I tighten my legs around him, and Tanner grinds into me, his hardening cock rocking against my aching clit. I latch onto the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, starving for the feel of his sculpted body.
He tears his hoodie off me, taking my sleep tank with it and immediately diving down to suck my pebbled nipple into his mouth. Pleasure blasts through me as I murmur his name, my fingers threading into his hair and holding on tight as I arch my back off his bed, needing so much more.
Reading me perfectly, his tongue flicks over my nipple and my whole body jolts. “Again,” I breathe.
I feel his smile against my skin as he teases me just right, his fingers brushing over my body, leaving a wake of goosebumps as his tongue flicks my nipple again. And again. And fuck yes, again.
My pussy throbs. I have to have him.
Tanner’s lips come back to mine, and I reach down between us, slipping my hand inside his sweatpants. He’s so fucking hard it makes my mouth water. My fingers curl around his velvety cock, slowly working my way up before swiping my thumb over his tip, enticing a groan from deep within his chest.
“Fuck, Killer,” he growls, his lips pressing against my throat, right where I like it. A breathy moan sails from my lips as he raises his hips just enough to rid me of my pajama bottoms. “If you want me to stop, you need to tell me now,” he says, his lips not daring to move off my skin. “I know you wanted to wait a while …”
He allows his words to trail off, and I shake my head, pushing his pants down past his hips with my other hand. “Don’t you dare stop,” I tell him in a breathy whisper. “I’m done waiting.”
Tanner groans, and without skipping a beat, his hand trails down my body, cupping my pussy and giving a firm squeeze, relieving the ache for only a second. His grip loosens, and just as I stroke his thick cock again, he pushes two fingers deep inside me.
My back arches as a gasp sails between my lips. “Yes,” I say through a clenched jaw.
His fingers curl inside me, massaging my walls as his thumb comes down on my clit, rubbing tight, lazy circles and making my eyes flutter with pleasure.
“Tanner, I—” His fingers plunge deeper, and I gasp, needing him inside me. “God, YES!”
He reads me so well and knows my body better than I know myself, but nothing is better than that deep, throaty voice in my ear. “You fucking want it, Killer? Are you ready for me?”
“Fuck, Tanner. I need you inside me,” I pant. “Fuck me, please.”
In one smooth motion, Tanner reaches across to his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom before tearing it open with his teeth. I take it from him and watch his eyes flutter as I roll it down his thick shaft. He growls deep, his eyes darkening with desire. He’s a man starved, and I don’t doubt he’ll be fucking me into the early hours of the morning.