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My palms begin to sweat. Why didn’t Lana tell me it would be like this? Why didn’t she prepare me? Or are all casual hook-ups as intimidating as Tanner Christensen? I freeze when I feel him against me, his erection pressing against my ass, his hands sliding slowly down my arms. Never have I been with a man who makes me feel like a virgin all over again.
    “Relax, baby,” he whispers against my neck, slowly inching his fingers up the sides of my thighs, pushing my dress up as he goes. “I’m going to take good care of you.” I close my eyes and inhale deeply, letting my head fall back until it rolls onto his shoulder. His warm thumbs slip into the sides of my panties and he peels them down my hips, hooking his thumbs along the lace edges. The black material hits my feet and he taps each thigh as he crouches down. He tugs the panties from my feet and rises, bringing my dress up over my head as he moves. My nipples respond pertly. I stand there, naked and waiting.
    Hard metal clinks and meets the soft pull of leather, followed by the swift sound of a zipper releasing. A light wisp of air caresses my legs—his pants dropping to the floor behind me. And then he’s against me again, and he’s nothing but hard, hot male. His hands land on my hips, smooth, firm, and determined. My knees feel weak. I think I might pass out. That would no doubt kill Lana’s dreams.
    “Lie down. Face down, ass up,” Tanner instructs. His voice seeps into me like lava and everything in me wants to turn around, to face him and smash my mouth on his, but I obey his command and crawl onto the bed, prone, just as he tells me to. My body hits the cool satin and I cradle my head on my arms, turning to rest on the side of my cheek. I’m able to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder, and my reflexes almost send me flipping onto my back so I can get a better look. I’ve seen his bare body while he jogs, but nothing compares to seeing it stark naked and standing at the foot of the bed.
    I feel his eyes all over me.
    “Not yet, Anya.” His voice shifts, powerful and patient, all at once. I look away and remain still, sucking in a sharp breath when he starts forward and climbs over me, scooting up on his knees. He bends and I can’t see him anymore, can only feel the hot breath of his mouth meet the small of my back. He presses a kiss there, and then his tongue is on me, flat and focused, licking a trail up my spine. He stops halfway and finishes the trail with a light brush of his lips, sending goose bumps all the way up to my neck. His hand smooths over my ass and grips hard, pinching along the curve. His mouth lands where his fingers have just been, kissing along the round swell before travelling back up. “Tell me what pleases you.”
    “This,” I choke out, “this pleases me.”
    “And this?” He slips a hand between my thighs and slides it upward, parting my legs until they spread for him. The tips of his fingers brush my entrance and then delve inside, pushing deep. I can’t control the moan that emanates from my chest.
    “Yeah, that.”
    “So patient,” he breathes, beginning a slow pump of his fingers. “And so obedient. I wonder what you’d do if I let you have your way with me.”
    “Let me turn over and you’ll find out.” The words come out in a rush, before I can filter them. Holy shit, did I just say that?
    “You’ll get your turn,” Tanner chuckles quietly, withdrawing his fingers. A wet smack fills the air, his mouth sucking his fingers. “First, I need a taste of that,” he slides his fingers back down, over my slick wetness, “right there.” Heat swells low in my belly and my nipples strain against the satin comforter.
    Tanner dips his head again, leaning down to lick the path his fingers just traveled. His cheeks and chin are smooth against my delicate skin. He teases and sucks, groaning against my wet flesh, and I nearly come right there, but my body holds back, telling me to wait.
    “Not yet,” he