frown wrinkled her forehead. "You said you were a breast man."
"That too." He slid his hands under her shirt to trace the sweet curve of her waist as he drew the fabric up, then over her head. With a flick of his wrist, it sailed to the counter.
Hannah's breasts quivered over the little lace cups of her matching white bra. He released the front clasp and then swept that bit of fabric away too.
Tanner went down on his knees in pure appreciation for the sight of her uncovered skin. Then he leaned forward and put his mouth on her. She jolted, and he reached up to cup her ass again and hold her against his face so he could sample the flavor he'd been craving.
Oh, God. He groaned at the perfect balance of salty and sweet, loving the taste of her on his tongue. Shifting one hand to her inner thigh to widen her stance, lust nearly knocked him over again. His Hannah was slick here too, already so ready she was overflowing.
His tongue delved deeper, driven by his escalating hunger. It bumped over her hard button and he stroked her clitoris a happy hello.
"T-Tanner?" Her voice broke in a breathless hitch. "T-Tanner?"
He looked up, licked once, twice, and watched the orgasm break across her face just as it broke over his tongue.
Three hundred sixty-five times four minus three.
Somehow he found the strength to stand. She was pliable, her mouth tender and soft, and when he took it she immediately opened to him, not shying away from the taste of herself on his lips.
Yeah. Good. Excellent.
He didn't want Hannah shying away from anything.
He wanted her loving everything they could share. Every taste, every touch, every intimate act that he could think of and others he was sure that would come to mind.
The kiss lasted them all the way to his bedroom. When he lifted his mouth from hers, she blinked, looking around as if not remembering their short walk from the kitchen. Then she focused on him.
"You're wearing too many clothes."
"Uh-huh." He reached behind him to grab his T-shirt between the shoulder blades. As he yanked it off, he felt her fingers at the snap on his jeans.
It both froze him and set him on fire, and he stood under the onslaught of sensations, stupid with need. He heard his zipper slide down with a hiss, and then her warm hand was under his boxers and on him, warm and gentle.
Not gentle enough. He stripped off his shirt and threw it to the floor. "Hannah. God, Hannah." His hand covered hers, and he couldn't help but guide it in a couple of torturous strokes before he plucked it away.
"I'll never make it if you touch me like that, sweetheart," he said, trying to smile.
She could smile, sweet and hot, like the way she'd tasted. God, just like that he wanted her in his mouth again, pulsing against his tongue, her orgasm flowing into him like a magic potion that could keep him hard all night long.
"I want you again," he said, dragging her toward his bed. It was unmade as usual, but he didn't care this time, he only cared to get her on the sheets, on her back, his head between those beautiful silken thighs, where he belonged.
This time he held her open with his thumbs and went straight for the goods, ignoring the way her head thrashed against his pillow and the way she cried his name, over and over, all girly and shaken, and then...
...gone gone gone.
The condoms were four days old and right where he'd left them New Year's Eve. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the latex over himself, watching her watch him with half-mast eyes.
Her legs were splayed and everything between was glistening, such a pretty sight that it caught his breath. But then he couldn't merely admire any longer. He needed to feel, slide, possess.
Despite her slick arousal, she gasped as he pushed forward the first inch. Four years, he remembered, gasping too, the hold of her body was just that tight.
"Easy, easy, sweetheart," he whispered, twining their fingers on either side of her head. "Let me in, just relax and I'll slowly come in."
The next inch was excruciating.
Hannah moaned.
"Shh, shh," he crooned, holding there so she could get used to him. "You know I'll never hurt you."
She bit her plump bottom lip, creating white marks in all that pretty red. Her fingers tightened on his. "Tanner..."
"I'll go slow,