Chapter 52
Our mouths crash together at last, the groan rippling through his throat as his arms wrap around my hips. One minute I’m on the ground, and the next, my legs are hooked around his waist, and he’s carrying me through his living room.
“We’re still going to talk ’bout all this,” he murmurs in between kisses. I hum and nod against him, more focused on the silkiness of his hair bunched in between my fingers, the taut lines of his neck as my lips find their spot on his skin, the jawline I’ve dreamed about the past three months. My heart is clenched so tight I’m convinced it’ll burst from my chest, but I’d at least die happy. For once in my life, I’d be so fucking happy dying because I know he’d follow me to each end of the world and never leave me alone.
For once, I welcome that.
He gently sets me at the edge of the bed, his hands coming up to hold either side of my face as his lips find mine again, his tongue tracing my bottom lip before sliding in to dance with mine.
“Alright, baby,” he says against my lips. “Lay back.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I lay back, propping myself on my elbows as he shoves his sweats down his muscular thighs, his dick springing against his stomach. He smirks as my eyes widen like this was the first time I’d seen it, but I needed the refresher. Stalking his way over to the edge of the bed, his hands find my hips as he pushes my sweats down, eyes widening as he sinks to his knees, carefully spreading my thighs apart and nestling his way in between them.
“Lay back, baby,” he says as he presses a kiss against one thigh and then the other, eyes half-mast as he looks at me through his lashes. “And get your hands back in my hair.”
I raise my brows, but I only get that far before he licks up my center, pressing the flat of his tongue against my core. My hands fly to his head, a dark chuckle vibrating against me as he rubs his beard against my wetness, the scratchy sensation causing a ripple of pleasure to ride through me. I drop my head back, a loud moan escaping as he continues devouring me.
“My favorite taste,” he groans, working his tongue on my clit as I grip his hair tightly. My body already vibrates with intense pleasure, my eyes fluttering open and shut the longer he licks and sucks. He pushes a finger into my center and I practically arch off the bed, eyes rolling in the back of my head as I grind my hips against his face. He moans in pleasure, burying his mouth deeper in me as he works me until I’m screaming out in pleasure, clawing at his shoulders as he chases my orgasm until I’m pushing his head away.
Grinning against my thigh, he wipes himself against my thigh, the movement so similar I have deja vu. That same boyish smile appears, and soon enough he’s hovering over me, crashing our lips together, and pushing into me. He drops his head to watch us connect, arms shaking in pure pleasure as he pushes out and thrusts back in slowly, breaths panting.
“See how perfect we are, Daisy? You see that?” he lifts his gaze, eyes finding mine. “You’re perfect for me, baby. Practically made for me.”
I wish I could express the magnitude of love I have for this man in my heart. How it makes sense after a short amount of time, I don’t know, but what I do know is that I don’t need to question it—to question him. We’re going to figure this out one minute at a time and build the best relationship we can for ourselves because we deserve it.
I deserve it.
“I love you,” I whisper. His head whips up from watching us, emerald eyes searching mine.
“Say it again,” he rasps, slowly moving inside me. My eyes flutter open and closed, my breaths quickening the deeper he goes. “Say it,” he repeats.
My eyes brim with tears. “I love you, Tanner.” I pause. “You feel like home.”
“Fuck, Daisy,” he shudders, his thrusts increasing in tempo. “You are my home, baby girl. Now, tell me again.”
So I do. He thrusts himself deeper until he’s at the hilt, and soon enough, he’s pistoning himself into me, the sounds of our breathless moans and skin slapping together the only sounds echoing in the room. His hand grabs my hip while the other pushes my leg open, the angle guiding him in deeper. My hands claw at his back, trying to push us closer.
“You and me,” he groans, leaning forward to kiss my mouth, the crook of my neck. “It’s you and me forever, baby. You got that?”
“Yeah,” I say on a moan, eyes slowly closing as I dig my nails into his shoulders, pushing him down so I can press a kiss to his lips. “Forever. I want forever with you.”
He groans in my mouth, thrusting into me until we both reach the point of climaxing.
“Tanner,” I moan, throwing my head back. “I’m gonna—“
“Me too, baby,” he pants, his thrusts more sloppy as he hovers near my ear. “Come for me.”
My eyes slam shut, his name a cry on my lips as he works me through yet another orgasm, roaring out my own name as he thrusts hard into me before toppling over. Before getting up, he leans over and brushes a kiss against my lips.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he murmurs as sleep starts taking over. “I need to clean you up.”
I hum, nodding to myself as his weight lifts from the bed, the door opening and closing. The shower turns on again, and even though I’d already taken one tonight to warm up, I’ll take another if it means I can be pressed against him again.
He comes back into the bedroom and helps me out of bed. Everything else is a blur as we walk into the bathroom. Like before, we shower together, except this time, it’s different. Not only does he hold me, but we end up hooking up again—my back against the wall, legs around his waist. We take our time this time, his murmured whispers of why he loves me against my mouth, against every inch of skin before cleaning me off and carrying me back to bed. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his arms, only this time he promises he’ll be here in the morning, that he loves me and can’t wait to make it up to me for the rest of our lives. I say something in similarity back, but am lulled away by sleep before I get the chance.
We have so much to talk through still, to figure out together, but we’ll do that in time. For now, I am happy and I am happy.
Tanner Anthony Moore is mine forever and for the first time in my life,
I’m home.