The hand in my hair tightens and guides me up as his mouth crashes down on me. We tumble back onto the bed. While he kisses me, his hands roam down my body to the hem of my dress. All this shuffling has bunched the material up to my hips, but he tugs harder, trying to bring it up higher.

“Torture device,” he says against my lips.

“What?”

“Your dresses are torture devices. The bright colors and the way they mold to your curves. They make me crazy.” His head dips lower and he kisses a trail down my neck and chest then over the material, nipping and pulling like he’s taking his punishment out on the material.

When he’s gathered the spandex around my belly button and it isn’t going any farther, I sit up and help him get it over my head.

I hadn’t thought about being self-conscious until I realize he’s having a stare off with my boobs. Every second he doesn’t blink I worry that he doesn’t like what he sees.

“Hello there,” he whispers.

“Ummm… hi?”

“Shh. I wasn’t talking to you.” He brings a hand up and stretches his palm over one breast. Then the other. With a goofy grin on his face he squeezes and tweaks the nipple. Those long fingers finally slide down over my stomach and hips, around to my butt, which he also squeezes.

It’s harder than expected to stay still while he so thoroughly scopes me out. My heart is racing, and I have so much adrenaline and desire pulsing through my veins.

“This is gonna be fun,” he says as his arm hooks around my lower back and brings me down onto the mattress.

His naked body stretches out and covers mine for the first time. Our kisses become less playful. We cling to one another. I claw at him and wrap my legs around him trying to get even closer.

“A thousand things I want to do to you.” He tries to pull back but my hold on him is too tight for him to get very far. “Need to get condoms.”

“Under the pillow.”

With a sly smile, he checks beneath the pillow and pulls out a sleeve of condoms.

“There’s no nightstand in here,” I say with a shrug.

He tears one off and tosses the rest on the floor. He’s quick to rip the wrapper open with his teeth and then cover himself with the latex, but he pauses once he’s ready and stares down at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when it seems like too much time has gone by without him moving.

“Not a damn thing.”

The head of his cock pushes at my entrance and I hold my breath. So does he, I think. Brow knit with concentration and jaw set tightly, Tanner fills me so completely I’m not sure I can move.