Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Holiday
Tanner hadn’t been lying about the shower.
In fact, the whole bathroom looked like it belonged in an interior decorating catalogue.
The stone counters were a creamy white with veins of grey.
The tile floors were heated, as were the towel racks.
It was heaven in the form of a bathroom, and any other time I would have been drooling over it.
But there was something else that stole my attention and had me drooling.
The bathroom was filling with steam and the scent of freesias.
“Are floral essential oils good for sore muscles or something?” I asked teasingly as Tanner stepped back from the shower and screwed the cap back onto the bottle.
“Smartass,” he returned, a smirk playing on his sexy mouth that made my stomach feel warm and floaty.
I felt like I’d walked on air since the night before, and everything Tanner said and did only made that sensation linger.
I kept pinching myself, waiting to wake up, because this had to be a fairy tale. It couldn’t be real life.
“I’ll have you know, these were part of the welcome basket the owners left for me when I arrived.” He lifted the bottle and sniffed. “But I’m comfortable enough in my masculinity to admit this shit smells amazing.”
My head dropped back laughing, and when I brought it up again, Tanner was standing right in front of me.
“God, you’re beautiful when you laugh,” he said in a reverent tone, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.
My skin broke out in goosebumps as the pads of his fingers skated down the side of my face.
His thumb brushed back and forth against my lower lip, setting my body aflame all over again. “Hell, you’re beautiful all the time.”
God, my skin felt like it was in a constant state of blush around this man! Butterflies took flight in my belly as heat pooled in my core. A shy smile curled the corners of my lips as I looked at him through the fan of my lashes.
“Oh, believe me, there are times when I’m far from beautiful.
” Like on the first day of my period when I was bloated as hell, moody, and couldn’t find the energy to brush my hair or teeth.
On those days, I usually wore my rattiest sweats, the ones I’d stolen from one of my brothers at some point.
They were stained and faded and full of holes, but they were also soft as clouds, and all I gave a damn about on those days was comfort.
He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Nah, I think I’d find you hot even if you’d rolled around in mud.”
I arched a single brow. “Doubtful, but you’re also not going to find out. I don’t make a habit of rolling around in the mud.”
He hummed in thought as he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the bathroom vanity.
I let out a squeak at the chill of the marble against my bare butt.
He smiled as he continued to touch me, trailing his rough palms along the outside of my thighs.
Up and down, up and down, in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that was quickly driving me out of my mind.
“That’s a shame,” he murmured, the rasp in those words making it sound like his throat was coated with gravel.
“Oh?”
His smirk promised all kinds of things I wanted right that moment. “Oh yeah. Because if you were that dirty, I’d get to take my time cleaning you up.”
I brought my fingers up to toy with the button between my breasts. “Well,” I started, giving him a teasing smile. “You could always pretend I’m dirty.” I slipped the button from its hole, giving Tanner a better peek at my cleavage.
A rough growl tore from his throat just a moment before his mouth came crashing down on mine in a searing kiss that lit me up.
His tongue brushed over my lower lip before he pulled it between his teeth and gave it a stinging nip.
The pain of that fled instantly, leaving a molten pleasure in its wake as Tanner plundered my mouth.
I was wet for him in no time, my fingers clutching at the waistband of his joggers as I tried to pull him closer.
Tanner’s fingers started on the buttons of the shirt I’d stolen again, but got frustrated halfway through. Gripping the lapels, he ripped the shirt open the rest of the way like a man possessed. I sucked in a surprised gasp as the humid, steamy air kissed my suddenly-exposed skin.
A hungry, primal sound rattled up Tanner’s throat from deep within his chest as he separated the material, skating his fingers over my shoulders to push it off.
I sat on the vanity in front of him, completely naked and at his mercy, yet I’d never felt more powerful.
I could bring this mountain of a man to his knees with barely any effort, and knowing that was almost as intoxicating as the way his eyes suddenly darkened like the midnight sky and heated into molten pools.
“Christ, what you do to me,” he muttered as his gaze swiped over every inch of me, like he was trying to commit my body to memory.
My nipples pebbled into painfully hard peaks and my breathing grew short and choppy.
My heart started beating faster. I felt like I’d just finished running wind sprints for an hour and he hadn’t even really touched me yet.
“I might have an idea,” I said quietly, my voice coming out short of breath. Because that was what he did to me.
“Look at you, Sunshine,” he continued, his tone reverent. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at you.”
God, I was coming out of my skin. “I appreciate the sentiment, really, but if you don’t touch me, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind.”
That was apparently the green light he needed. Cupping my left breast, he lifted it at the same time he bent lower, and tucked my nipple into his mouth. He drew hard, creating a throb that echoed all the way between my thighs.
I let out a sharp cry as pleasure melted me into the counter. I reached behind me and braced my hands on the counter to keep from falling into the mirror.
As Tanner continued to assault my nipples in the most perfect way, switching back and forth to give them equal treatment, I began to writhe, my core achingly empty and greedy for him.
“Tanner, please,” I pleaded, not feeling a single ounce of shame.
That had disappeared the night before. That dominant side of him brought something in me to life.
I hadn’t known what I was missing—what I needed—until he showed me.
Owning my own business was a lesson in control.
I was in charge day in and day out, and my night with Tanner taught me something.
When it came to the bedroom, I didn’t want to be in control.
I wanted to be told what to do, taken care of.
I wanted to be used for pleasure, then doted on like I was the most important thing in the world. “I need more.”
As if he had to see for himself, he slid one hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy. His eyes rolled back on a groan as the wet heat at the apex of my thighs showed him just how needy I was.
“Does my good girl need something stuffed inside this pretty little pussy?”
My god, he turned me on to the point I thought I might be able to come just like this. But that wasn’t what I wanted.
“Yes. Please. I need you inside me.”
“You mean like this?” My lips parted on a silent shout as I clenched down around the digit. It felt amazing, but it still wasn’t enough. “Or do you need my cock?”
On a whimper, I curled my lips between my teeth and shook my head.
He traced beneath my bottom lip. “Need your words, baby. If you want me to fuck you, I need to hear you say it.”
Reaching up, I took his face in my hands and pulled him closer. “Tanner. I need you to fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
I barely got the last word out before he shoved his pants to the ground, scooped me off the counter, and carried me into the shower.
The water was the perfect temperature as he twisted, taking a seat on the tile bench that stretched across the back wall of the massive space, never once breaking the kiss.
Our tongues thrust against each other’s in the same rhythm as my hips circling over his lap.
Tanner’s fingers tangled in my wet hair at the back of my head, fisting the strands for better control.
“Fuck, I can feel how hot you are,” he grunted as his other hand came down to my hip, his fingers digging hard into my skin.
“I want to watch you ride me. I want to feel your cunt squeeze the life out of my cock before you come all over it.”
I couldn’t wait another second. Lifting up on my knees, I reached down between us and held his thick, rigid cock straight so I could lower down on it.
I moaned at the way he stretched me wider than any man in the past ever had.
Taking him was a slow process, but the instant I was fully seated I began to rock, unable to hold back for another moment.
“Fucking heaven,” Tanner gritted out against my lips as his fingers pressed hard into my hip and his grip on my hair tightened. “Pretty sure nothing on this planet feels as good as you.”
“Oh god, Tanner,” I whimpered as the pressure in my core began to build. I rocked harder, faster, circling my hips before lifting up and dropping back down, taking him fast and deep.
“That’s right, Sunshine. Ride that cock.
Fucking own it.” His hand came down on my ass with a resounding crack that bounced off the warm tiles.
The glass doors were completely fogged up, making it impossible to see out, but that was fine with me, since Tanner was the only thing that held my attention.
“It’s so good,” I panted. My tits bounced as I took him rougher, feeling the head of him hit something deep inside me that was both painful and exquisite at the same time. “I’m close. I’m almost—”
“That’s my good girl. Get there, Sunshine. Show me how fucking good my fat cock makes you feel.”
His words were all it took to push me over the edge, and I screamed out my release until my throat felt like I’d swallowed sandpaper.
Tanner’s hips began lifting off the bench, driving deeper inside me, and a second later, he swelled impossibly thicker before following after me and roaring out a sound that set off a second climax in me.
I collapsed against him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and burying my face in the crook of his neck as I came down from the most amazing orgasm of my life. “Oh my god,” I said once I was able to breathe again. “That was so good. Why was it so damn good?”
Tanner looked down at his lap, his brow furrowing. “I think I might know why.” He lifted his gaze to mine. “Holly, baby . . . I forgot to put on a condom.”