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bedroom before Christian showed up. He d thought and rethought things over the last forty-
five minutes and come to only one conclusion.
He thought about things way too fucking much.
There was a time for speculation and a time for action. Now was not the time to
question the way he felt. He was sick of being responsible, sick of being alone and having no
one in his life.
He wanted Christian. Right or wrong, he was going to have him.
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Chapter Nine
When the knock he d been waiting for sounded, Tanner was ready. He stood at the
foot of the bed. Nervous anticipation hummed through his body, and he smiled as Christian
came through the door.
Christian bustled into the room holding a large pizza box with two twenty-ounce soda
bottles balanced atop it, and set the pie on the dresser.  Sorry dinner s late. I was, um, doing
something and lost track of time. He held out one of the two pop bottles.  Hope pepperoni
is okay. I ordered from one of those thirty minute or less places.
Tanner accepted the soda and set it down on the dresser. Two steps and he stood in
front of Christian, close enough to feel the intense waves of heat coming from his large body,
and gazed up into a pair of concerned stormy blue eyes.
Christian raised his hand and brushed his fingers over the side of Tanner s face.  Are
you all right, Tanner? You look a little flushed.
Tanner turned his face into Christian s palm and rubbed his cheek against it.  No, I m
not okay. I thought I was, but& I hurt.
Christian s forehead wrinkled, confusion filling his eyes.  I thought you were feeling
better. This morning you said --
 Shh. Tanner cut him off, placed a finger over his lips.  Not that kind of pain.
Grabbing Christian s other hand, he brought it to his groin.  Here. This is where I hurt.
Where you make me ache. He ground the man s palm over the hard, aching length and
pleaded for understanding with his eyes.  Please, Christian. I need you to make it better. I
just& need you.
Christian squeezed down on Tanner s shaft and pulled a whimper from him. He
swallowed, his Adam s apple bobbing, and licked his lips.  Tanner, I don t think this is such a
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good idea. It s only been a week since you were in the hospital and I& there are things you
don t know about me.
 It s doesn t matter. I know everything about you that I need to, and I m fine. A little
sore still, but nothing for you to worry about. I know you won t hurt me. Christian s palm
still against his face, Tanner turned and pressed a kiss into his palm.  Please. Make love to
me, Christian. I want you to.
* * * * *
Christian s heart beat double time as he stared down into Tanner s wide green eyes. His
palm tingled from the sweet press of Tanner s lips, the soft skin of Tanner s cheek right at
home under his touch. Had anything ever felt better or more right? If it had, he couldn t
remember.
Every reason he had for refusing Tanner, for walking away and not taking advantage of
his offer, washed away like ink from an eraser board. All that was left behind was his need
and the desire so clearly written on Tanner s expressive features. Nothing seemed more
urgent than claiming the little slice of heaven he d been offered and wallowing in the
moment. The rest could be settled later.
Christian bent and brushed his lips softly over Tanner s. The kid moaned and opened
his mouth, accepting his tongue and welcoming it with sweet little flicks of his own.
Christian raised his other hand, using both to cup Tanner s jaw and tilt his face at the right
angle to deepen the kiss. His thumbs rubbed circles over the downy soft skin of Tanner s
cheeks. He wondered at the smooth texture of Tanner s skin, so silky and unlike the coarse
stubble Christian sprouted at a moment s notice, as he tasted the sweet ambrosia of Tanner s
lips and lost himself in the feel of the lean, hard body pressing against his chest.
Christian tore away from Tanner s mouth, his breath coming in choppy pants.  God, I
want you. He ran the tip of a thumb over Tanner s kiss-swollen lips.  Are you sure you want
this, want me,  cause I m not sure I ll be able to stop myself from taking you this time? He
wasn t sure how he d managed to resist the first time.
Tanner nodded and moved up on his tiptoes to kiss Christian.
Christian stopped him.  No. I need to hear you say it, Tanner. Please. I need the words,
pretty.
Tanner smiled, a grin that should have shown fangs sprouting from between his lips,
and flicked his tongue over the closed seam of Christian s lip.  Yeah, I want you, Christian.
Now shut up and kiss me.
With a groan, Christian closed his eyes and let Tanner kiss away his insecurities. He
grasped Tanner s ass in both hands, gave the taut mounds a squeeze, and lifted him off the
floor. Tanner clung to him, one arm going around his neck to hold on, while his legs
wrapped around Christian s waist and pressed their bodies flush together. Christian walked
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them over to the bed, never breaking the seal of their lips until he felt his knees butt up
against the edge of the mattress.
Tanner s legs vised around him, the tongue in his mouth working like a cyclone around
his own. He took a minute, enjoying the heft of Tanner in his arms, before breaking away
and gently easing Tanner onto the bed.
Flushed and out of breath, Tanner stared up at him. His chest rose and fell. His lips
parted and swollen and looking about as fuckable as anything Christian had ever seen in his
life. He d dreamt of those sweet lips sucking him for what felt like forever. Now, they were
his for the taking.
Impatient, Christian stripped, letting his clothes rest where they fell. He stepped to the
bed, prick swinging out in front of him, and reached for Tanner. He wanted the kid s mouth,
had every intention of taking it, but not until Tanner was naked and he d touched and petted
every inch of his lover s pretty skin.
 Off. The sound of his own voice surprised Christian, coming out as little more than a
growl. He cleared his throat and tried again.  Your clothes. Off. That was better. Almost a
sentence.
He busied himself with Tanner s sweatpants, working them over thin hips and down
Tanner s pale legs, content to let the kid deal with his shirt. As revved up as he was, he didn t
want to chance hurting Tanner s arm in his haste to get him naked.
Hurting him in any way was the last thing Christian planned to do. He wanted to take
things slow, to be gentle and make Tanner fly, but he needed release first. He d spent too
many nights lying awake yearning for Tanner to be able to maintain his patience now. His
need was too strong -- his cock full and aching -- for him to be able to take things as slow as
he wanted their first time together. Making love to Tanner the way he deserved, slow and
sweet, would be impossible without taking the edge off.
The fact that he d come barely an hour earlier didn t matter. That was alone, with
Tanner only playing a part in his head. This was so much more&
Finally, the clothing was gone. Tanner sat on the edge of the bed, and Christian stood
at its edge, nervous despite his desire. He d seen Tanner s body before, had even gotten to
touch and taste, but this felt different. Christian wasn t Tanner s john this time, and Tanner
wasn t obligated to do anything.
Christian s gaze traveled over every inch of Tanner, from shoulders that narrowed into
a smooth, hairless chest, pecs slightly defined and topped with taut, nickel-sized rosy nipples,
above a stomach tight with muscle. Tanner s long legs were spread, framing a long, thin prick
flushed rosy pink with blood. A heavy, wrinkled sac lay below, covered in short, springy
blond curls. Not even the fading, yellowish bruises here and there on his creamy skin could
hide Tanner s radiance.
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As Christian looked his fill, he felt Tanner s gaze on him in return, his appreciation
obvious in the way his green eyes darkened and his slim, red prick bobbed higher against the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]