He clamps onto my legs, lifts them and wraps them around his neck, hips slowing down the thrusts, each filling me deliciously. He shifts and changes positions several amazing ways, never undoing my trussed wrists. When I’m on my side, him kneeling and fucking me senseless, I gasp as the pulsing begins, growing deeper and heavier with each thud.
As tears of pleasure, shock, and happiness sting my eyes, he murmurs, “I love you, too.” Sobs tremble through me as he thickens and releases everything he has to give me. He shivers, maneuvering us so we can kiss again, gripping my body as his climax lengthens. Each pulse dances with a throaty gasp from him. We struggle for air, going boneless together, and Tanner searches my eyes like he can’t believe it either.
“I didn’t mean to cum inside you.”
“I know. I saw your face, and knew it wasn’t on purpose. You were shocked.”
“I’m always in control.”
“Welcome to your future,” I smirk.
CHAPTER 34
EMMA
Where am I? That’s not my ceiling…
Blinking awake, I remember. A mixture of emotions pour into me as I glance around the master bedroom, searching for him. “Tanner?” I call out, voice cracking.
He appears in a terry cloth robe he found in a closet, phone to his ear. “I’ll call you back,” he mutters and tucks it away into the fuzzy pocket. Quick strides bring him to sit beside me on the bed. “I’m here,” he says, tracing my temple with a gentle touch. “Nothing’s changed. Don’t be scared.”
He opens his palm and holds my face as I close my eyes. “I woke up and thought…”
“Shhh,” he smiles, kissing my lips. “I should have realized you’d be worried if I wasn’t next to you. I’m used to only taking care of me.”
Hugging him I tuck my face into his neck. “Were you working?”
He pulls me across his lap and murmurs, “No, I ordered something for us to eat. I may have gotten too much since I don’t know what you prefer.”
A small laugh relaxes me and I kiss him, closed mouth because I want to brush my teeth. It’s hard to talk when you’re only breathing in, but I manage. “Bacon and eggs. Pancakes are good, but I love scrambled eggs and really crispy bacon.”
“Noted. Won’t forget.” He runs the pads of his fingers along my jaw. “There’s another robe for you.” Standing me up, he kneels in front of my mound and murmurs into it, “So beautiful.”
I run my fingers through his thick, salty, black hair. Hovering in my mind is the fight with my father, his announcing his disapproval despite the misunderstanding, but Tanner hasn’t done anything yet to make me believe my choice was wrong.
I’m deep in thought as I say, “Dad doesn’t know you.”
Tanner laughs and rises up, adjusting his robe. “You’re going to talk about Jake when I’m kissing you…there?”
Cracking up and running fingers through my messy hair, I walk away with a comical shake of my bare butt, “Oh, was that a bad time?”
“Just a little.”
Disappearing into the bathroom I call out, “I was just thinking of what happened. There was no connection.”
His turn to bust out laughing. “I should hope not!”
“Gross, stop it.”
Nice toiletries here. I like these. All the basics that normal hotels have plus some nice additions. Hair ties. A new comb wrapped in plastic. Dental floss. Toothpaste, plus two normal-sized toothbrushes, not the stubby ones that are impossible to get around your molars. I only wish they had my favorite facial soap. Strange to be here with none of my normal amenities.
I hit the shower, happy to breathe in the soothing steam. It quickly fogs the glass walls while I rinse sweat and sex off from last night. A rapping on the door shocks me, but then I glance to the door and smile. “Who is it?”
“Mr. Hamilton.”
“What are you doing here? Oh wait…we’re not in Atlanta.”
He laughs, opening the door and calling through the fog, “Thought you might give me a tour of the showers.”
Opening the glass door I gesture, “Behind you is a separate jacuzzi bathtub but in here you’ll find a gorgeous woman with your name on her.”
He grins and drops the robe. “Then the bathtub can wait.”
Since I have no heels on like I usually do whenever we’ve spent time together, Tanner towers over me, steam enveloping our naked bodies. He guides me to stand under the oversized shower head with him, hot water pouring over my breasts and everything else, as he watches, hunger lighting up his dark eyes.
Skilled hands slide soap over my body while they explore, everything slippery from the suds. I softly moan and close my eyes. He buries his face in my neck, the cascading stream matting hair to his face, waterfalls rushing off it. He straightens up to gaze at me, dew on his thick fringe of eyelashes. He comes in for a kiss, molds me, and I bend into him, losing myself. He shifts his head, our noses smashed as we find new ways to devour each other.
Firm hands flip me around and angle my ass a little up. He kneels and dips his face in, licking the opening between my legs and fingering it while I writhe. His groan as I whimper sends shivers into my core. He doesn’t stop until I’ve slapped the walls and cried out, tremors breaking through.
Tanner stands up and rasps, “Stick your ass out like a cat for me.” I arch and he groans, “Just like that. Look at you.” He rubs my cheeks, steam everywhere, and positions his cock, ready to come in. I push closer, hungry for him.
“What do you want, Emma?”
“You,” I breathe.
“All of me?”
“Right now I just want your cock, Tanner. I want you to fuck me.”
He nibbles on my earlobe as he barely penetrates me. “Say please.”
I whisper, eyeing him from profile. “You
