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He pulls away, sucking in a long breath, but before he can say a word, I look up into his eyes and whisper, “I don’t wanna wait anymore.”
He tilts his head. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t wanna wait anymore, Tanner. Please…”
His eyes light up and he holds me just a little closer. “Are you sure?” I nod my head and he smiles. “Where’s your bedroom, baby?”
“Second door on the left.”
He lifts me into his arms, his eyes still locked on mine, and strides to my bedroom door, pushing it open, as he lowers his lips to mine.
Chapter Twelve
Tanner
Zara’s in my arms, and she doesn’t want to wait anymore. That’s what she just said. I made her repeat it because I had to be sure. But now I am. We’re in her room, and I can’t stop kissing her. I don’t want to, either. I’ve spent the last two days feeling so damn lost without her, and now we’re back, I’m whole again. Snatched conversations and text messages haven’t been enough for me, no matter how good it was to hear her say she needed to be with me. I needed more. I needed the reality of holding her in my arms, my lips on hers, her body crushed to mine. Is that why I ordered the cowboy hat on Friday night, and paid a small fortune for express delivery? Was it less about romance, and more about tempting her? Maybe. Although if she’d said she still wanted to wait, I would have done.
She breaks the kiss, snatching in a lungful of air, and I lower her to the floor, holding her body tight against mine.
“You’re sure about this?” I whisper, and she nods her head.
“I’m positive. Why? Don’t you believe me?”
“Yes. It’s just there’s no turning back once we start down this road, and I don’t want you to have any doubts.”
“I don’t. I want you, Tanner. More than anything.”
That’s like music to my ears and I suck in a breath, bending my head to kiss her again. Then I unfasten her blouse, pulling it from her jeans. She gasps as I place my fingers on her bare skin, reaching behind her to undo her bra and letting it fall to the floor. I lean back, breaking the kiss and taking a moment to admire her full breasts. They’re perfectly rounded, with hardened, dark pink nipples, and I lean in, capturing one between my lips. Zara lets out a slight squeal of delight, as I suck… gently to start with, and then harder, nipping at her with my teeth.
“Oh… God… what’s happening to me? What are you doing?” She stammers out her words, clutching the back of my head at the same time.
“Making love with you, baby.”
“But how? I—I mean, it’s never felt like this before.”
I pull away from her, confusion mastering my every move. “Excuse me?” I say. “I thought you’d never done anything. You said I was your first.”
“You are,” she says, breathing hard and gazing into my eyes.
“Then I don’t understand.”
She blushes, biting on her bottom lip. “I wish I’d kept my mouth shut now.”
“I don’t. I need to know what you mean, Zara.”
She looks around the room, and with a sigh, takes my hand and leads me to her bed, which is in the center of the far wall. Once there, she sits and waits for me to perch on the mattress beside her.
“Talk to me,” I whisper, and she looks up into my eyes.
“What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to explain what you meant.”
She sighs again. “Only that, I’ve always had quite sensitive breasts,” she says, blushing harder than ever. “To the extent that I find it easier to… to come when I’m touching myself, if I pinch or squeeze my nipples at the same time. Even so, I’ve never felt anything like that before. What you just did was better than any climax I’ve ever had… and you weren’t even…” She falls silent, her blush deepening further still, and I smile, relief washing over me, as I nod my head.
That sense of relief isn’t going anywhere, but it’s coupled with a raging desire to watch her, which is enough to make my cock ache. But that can wait, because the thing that’s uppermost in my mind is the thought that she gained more pleasure from me sucking her nipples than from making herself come. That doesn’t sound right to me, and I want – more than anything – to show her how it’s meant to be.
I move closer, pushing her down onto her back, then lean in to trace a line of kisses from the tops of her breasts, up her neck to her lips. She turns toward me, her tongue clashing with mine, as I reach between us, undoing her jeans. Delving inside, I find silky soft lace, and beneath that, even softer flesh, which I part with my fingers, her breath hitching as I discover her swollen clit. She lets out a soft moan, then turns onto her back again, breaking our kiss.
