Page 25 of Tanner

Maybe that should have made it easier to ignore the attraction, but it didn’t. “Savannah settle okay with Mrs. Hemsworth?” Miles asked.

Tanner’s jaw clenched. “She’s fine.”

Miles nodded. He wrote in the date, slid the page across, and tapped where Tanner needed to sign. “Name and phone number here.”

Tanner stared at the line, then uncrossed his arms and stepped forward. He came in close enough that Miles caught the clean scent of soap. It got under Miles’ skin and made him heat up inside. With some effort Miles managed to get his response to Tanner under control.

Tanner took the pen but didn’t write. “This doesn’t go to CPS?”

“No.” Miles shook his head. “It stays at the station. It’s so if someone calls in about the house again, we don’t treat it like a break in.”

Tanner lifted his gaze. Those sharp blue eyes held him in place. “You swear?”

Miles met his eyes. He should have looked straight back at the paper, but he held Tanner’s stare for a second too long. “I swear.”

Something shifted in Tanner’s face. Tanner looked back down at the page, but he still didn’t write. Miles could see the pulse in his throat. He could also see that Tanner was close enough now that stepping back would be noticeable.

Miles should have put more space between them but instead he leaned closer. “Sign there,” he said. His voice came out lower than he intended, and it was clear Tanner heard it.

Tanner’s hand tightened slightly on the pen. He glanced down, then back up. His eyes lingered on Miles’ face for a second too long before dropping. Miles felt it, the moment Tanner’s gaze moved over his chest and farther down.

Arousal hit hard and rushed through Miles’ body. His jaw tightened before he could stop it. Tanner saw that too, his eyes moving over Miles’ face.

Miles drew a breath and reached for the next page, trying to drag the moment back under control. His fingers brushed Tanner’s where he held the paper steady. Tanner didn’t move his hand right away and neither did Miles.

When Miles looked up, Tanner was already watching him.

There was nothing soft in that stare. Nothing uncertain either. It was wary and tense and hungry in a way that sent a hard pulse through Miles before he could shut it down.

“Tanner,” he said. It was meant to be a warning only it didn’t sound like one.

Tanner’s eyes dropped once more. Not as low this time. Just to Miles’ mouth, and Miles felt his own gaze slip in response, down to Tanner’s mouth and back up.

That did it.

One second Miles was holding the paper, and the next Tanner grabbed him by the front of his jacket and kissed him.

Miles froze for half a second, then his body caught up and he grabbed Tanner back, pulling him in hard. Tanner’s mouth was hot and demanding, his hands already working at Miles’ jacket.

The folder slid on the counter and the papers scattered. Miles tried to breathe, tried to think, tried to remember he was in uniform and this was a bad idea, and Tanner was nineteen and this was a kitchen and—

Tanner broke the kiss just long enough to drag in air, then kissed him again, rougher this time. Tanner’s knee pressed between Miles’ legs, his knee brushing Miles’ erection and Miles’ head went blank.

“Tanner—” Miles managed to get out, but it didn’t sound like a warning.

Tanner’s hand tugged at Miles’ shirt and Miles sucked in a breath, fingers tightening on Tanner’s hips. Tanner’s other hand shoved the jacket off Miles’ shoulders, and it landed somewhere behind them. Miles didn’t care where right then.

Tanner kissed down Miles’ throat, his teeth scraping lightly against his skin, and Miles swore under his breath. He grabbed Tanner’s hair and Tanner made a low sound like he liked it.

Miles tried again, quieter this time. “Are you sure?”

Tanner kissed him and murmured, “Don’t stop.”

After that, Miles lost the rest of his control. Tanner kissed him again, his hands unbuckling Miles’ belt and then working on the zipper of his pants. A hard jerk had them down around Miles’ knees along with his briefs.

Tanner dropped to his knees in front of him. Miles was hard and thick already, flushed at the head, and Tanner took hold of him and licked it. Miles hissed, his hips punching forward as Tanner sucked. His hand gripped Tanner’s long blond hair, urging him closer as Tanner ran his tongue long his shaft. He came back up to the head and sucked it again, his tongue running over the spongy flesh.

Miles opened his eyes when Tanner stood then moaned into the kiss Tanner took. He heard Tanner’s clothing rustle then his legs were pushed as far apart as his trousers would allow. When Tanner’s wet finger rubbed over his hole, Miles gasped.