Chapter Fifteen

It was a surprise gesture, especially considering Tanner was pointed in one direction at the top of the bed and Zoey was aimed in the other, her legs hanging off the edge. Somehow Tanner managed to twist himself around and pulled Zoey’s body toward his, then pressed his lips to hers. She was sure her heart skipped several beats at the unexpectedly sweet gesture. Here she was expecting him to repay her with at least harsh words—because no self-respecting man was going to punch a woman, so that couldn’t be on his agenda even though she deserved it—and instead he kissed her. And the kiss was soft and tender and sweet and lovely.

He reached down to Zoey’s bottom and pressed her center to his hips as he rolled on top of her and ground his pelvis to hers, making it abundantly clear that while his intentions started out sweet, they were rapidly moving toward sexy.

“I can’t believe you stopped this cold turkey last night.” Tanner breathed the words into her ear as he caressed the cheeks of her ass.

“It was one of the stupider things I’ve done in my life,” she said, panting. Boy was it ever. What was she thinking, stopping the train in the middle of the tracks like that?

“In which case, I think we can both agree we need to make up for lost time.” He shifted up her sundress and slipped a hand beneath the edge of her panties, his fingers quickly finding her wet and needy. Zoey thrust her hips toward his fingers, reaching for what she knew he could give her. She let out a moan.

“Christ, Zoey, you know how much you kill me?” Tanner said as he swirled his fingers through her juices, then pressed two fingers inside her, his thumb playing with her clit. Meanwhile his other hand pulled the neckline away from her dress and deftly lowered the cup of her bra, exposing a breast. He promptly settled his mouth over her nipple, sucking and biting like a starving man. The pleasure reached deep into her pelvis, right where the beginnings of a climax were taking shape. She spread her legs wide, giving him better access as she pulsed her hips in time with the rhythm of his hand movements. Jesus this felt amazing.

Between what he was doing between her legs and the way his mouth worked in masterful ways at her breast, Zoey knew she was about to explode. And when Tanner picked up the pace of his fingers, slicking through her moisture, she began to moan.

“Oh God, Tanner, don’t stop. I’m going to co—” She didn’t even get the rest of the sentence out of her mouth as powerful spasms racked their way through her pelvis, reverberating throughout her body. Starbursts of light sparked behind her closed eyes. It took her a minute to settle down and collect her breath.

“Remind me why I put a stop to that last night?”

Tanner shrugged. “Hell if I know. But now we have to make up for lost time, remember?” He shifted himself down her body and Zoey protested.

“Oh, no. Uh-uh, Tanner. No way can I come again so quickly.”

But he ignored her and continued kissing his way down her belly, his fingers on one hand plucking at a nipple while the fingers of his other hand pulled the edge of her panty leg out of the way to give him room to work his magical tongue. And it was magical. As Tanner continued to play with her nipple, his tongue traced the soaking wet seam of her center, lapping at her juices and circling her swollen clit. Soon Zoey’s breath came hard and fast and her hips pressed to his mouth as her hand held his head where she needed it to be. She reached for her other nipple and pinched at it.

Tanner paused to watch her contribute to her own pleasure. “Shit, that’s so freaking hot,” he said, returning his focus to her pussy. While he licked and sucked on her, she pressed her foot against the swell in his pants—he still had his clothes on for goodness’ sake. She did her best to pleasure him, but with much of her body preoccupied with what he was doing to her, it didn’t last long. She felt another low rumble in her belly and she squeezed her nipple hard, helping him do the same with his other hand as she thrust her pussy to his mouth. And soon, she felt the convulsions of her climax tightening and loosening in wave upon wave of pleasure, till at last, her pulse settled down and she stopped, gasping for air.

“That tongue of yours should be a registered weapon.” She winked at him as she pulled him toward her, leaning over to lick her juices from his face.

“The better to pleasure you with, my dear.”

“Is that like ‘Why grandmother, what a big tongue you have!’ Only you’re the big bad wolf?”

They both laughed. But not for long, because Zoey wanted to get down to business and reciprocate Tanner’s generosity. As her tongue lapped at the juices on his lips, she slid her fingers down and unbuttoned his shorts, quickly lowering them off his hips. She shifted her body, slowly crawling downward as her mouth explored his throat, chest, nipples, and taut belly. When she got to the trail of hair, that happy little road sign sending her due south toward her goal, she tugged his boxer briefs down, pulling them off. And she kissed and licked her way to his hardened cock, that beautiful, thick, long cock she never got to thoroughly acquaint herself with last night.

Zoey grasped it in one hand and licked the swollen tip like it was a lollipop, circling her tongue around the rim, then dragging her tongue across the sensitive tip. She circled her fingers at the base of his cock, stroking him upward as she sucked and took him deep into her own mouth. Her other hand moved farther down to cup his balls, lightly toying with them. He let out a long moan.

Tanner ran his fingers through her hair, pressing her head to accept as much of his cock as possible, and she was more than willing to do so, taking him deep down her throat. His balls retracted, his body tensed, and she tasted his salty precum seeping from the tip of his cock.

“Christ, babe. I’m gonna come,” he said as he thrust hard and his body stilled, before releasing wave after wave of his seed into her mouth.

It was then that Zoey realized she’d done precisely what she swore she wasn’t going to do with Tanner Eliasson/Cox. Or was it to Tanner Eliasson’s cock?

Shit. She was hopeless. She couldn’t keep her panties up or her expectations down, and now she was going to pay the price for that. Because in the short time she’d been around this new, improved version of the childhood Tanner, the nice kid whose heart she erroneously broke because of her bad behavior, she realized she was falling for him, like a meteor dropping out of the sky, sure to burn something upon impact.