Page 78 of The Best Player
“Job well done, then.”
She giggled and I brought her back down to me. I could spend hours kissing her, telling her how incredible she was and how excited I was to be in her life…but I could only say three words. “I love you.”
She let out the littlest sigh before smiling so large it took up her entire face. “I love you, too.”
“Let’s say we move this upstairs and you can play nurse and take care of me?”
“I think we can add that to my to-do list.”
And we did, completing a bunch of other tasks I had onmylist, too.
EPILOGUE
Three months later
Kenzie
First big college friends’giving.Ten of us, all cooking and bringing food to pass around while we watched football, played games and ate our faces off. My heart had been so full thinking about it and when it had come to fruition, it felt damn good. I ran over my list of things to do before guests arrived at the house—Aaron had insisted on having it at their place since it was the biggest—and despite not living there, Greta, Callie and I did most of the decorations and set up.
Stupid boys were not helpful.
My coffee was perfect, not too hot or cold, and I took a sip just as Tanner stirred in bed next to me. Those beautiful dark brown eyes stared at me, evidence of sleep still on his face, and he smiled. “Morning, babe, why are you up already? It’s barely seven.”
“Going over everything for today. You know…cleaning and making sure the cooking gets done. I read a lot about how to prepare?—”
“You worry too much.” He carefully took the mug of coffee out of my hands, the notepad from my lap, and set them both on the table. “I think I know what I can do to make you relax…”
“There isn’t time. I need to shower…” I trailed off when he played with the hem of my shirt. It was one of his, his name on the back, and I wore it to bed as often as I could. He tickled my sides and touched just under my breast, knowing damn well it would make me jump. “Tanner.”
“My girlfriend is hot. I want to appreciate her body. Iamthankful for you. Let me show you.” His voice was sleepy and hoarse, all sorts of sexy, and it got me panting. “Mm. Let me take this shirt off you so I can see those perfect nipples of yours.”
I panted. He positioned himself over me, removing the shirt and staring at my hardened nipples. He had a fixation with my tits—I wasn’t complaining at all—and I squirmed at his attention.
“Goddamn, these never get old.” He held eye contact, tracing the outline of one with his pointer finger, teasing the end enough for me to arch my back underneath him. “I love your reactions when I touch them. Every fucking time.”
He used his other hand, kneading and caressing each breast until he lowered his head. “Watch when I do this.” He flicked his tongue against my pebbled nipple, making me hold tighter onto the sheet. “You make this sound in the back of your throat that I love.”
He teased me for another minute before taking one into his warm mouth. His beard rubbed against my skin, causing the perfect amount of friction, and the low burn of an orgasm kindled. “I love your mouth on me,” I moaned.
He liked that. He hummed against my skin, pressing kisses along the center of my body. My chest, my belly button and lower…biting the hem of the black boy shorts I’d bought to wearfor him and dragging them down my legs. “I know what my appetizer could be.”
“Jesus.” I snorted at his stupid line. “No, just…oh.” He brought his tongue to my folds, probing me wide open so he had full access to every part of me. I gripped his crazy curly hair, pulling on it when he sucked every part of me. Hard, fast, slow, gentle, and I gasped his name when he brought me to a powerful orgasm. “Wow.”
“So fucking beautiful.” He pressed another kiss just above my clit, before reaching for a condom from his drawer. I helped him put it on, and he flipped me over so I lay on my stomach. He spread my legs wide and slipped inside me, covering me with his large body.
I loved it.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, rocking his hips against me in a steady rhythm. He bit down on my earlobe, increasing his pace, just as he brought his hand to my clit. He swirled in a perfect pattern, matching his thrusts, and I gripped the bedsheets to prevent myself from crying out.
“Yes, Tanner.Please.”
“Nothing makes me happier than hearing my name on your lips.”
He kissed me on my spine, just below my neck, and helped me reach another orgasm before he continued his practiced movements into me. Rocking at the right angle, adjusting my hips so he went deeper, filling all of me. We remained like that, sweat pooling between our bodies, and he tensed, holding down harder on me. “Yes, Kenzie,Jesus!”
He spilled into me, giving four final thrusts before he stilled. He didn’t make any hurried moves to get up, though—just pushed my hair from my neck and nuzzled his nose there. “I love you, so fucking much.”
My face heated. Despite our insane sex life, his words and actions that showed me how much he loved me made me blush. They were intense feelings to have, ones I hadn’t thought I was ready for, but it worked for us. Give and take, going slow, making sacrifices for each other. I smiled into the pillow even though he couldn’t see it. “I love you, too.”
