"I remember. And you wanted to watch it with me, to see what the appeal was."

And they'd both gotten so turned on they'd ended up in bed banging each other blind. She didn't need to say it out loud...she knew he was remembering that too. Her pulse quickened and she sensed Tanner's alertness.

They pa.s.sed the bright windows of the shops lining Michigan Avenue, soon turning onto her street and approaching the gla.s.s doors to enter the apartment complex of the building on the upper floors of the tower.

"Wow," Tanner said, holding the door for her. "Quite the place."

"I'm just subletting from someone." She scrunched her nose. "It's not like I own a place here. And it's tiny...a studio apartment." She hesitated. They stood in the quiet lobby, warmth surrounding them now after the chilly night air. Their eyes met and held as they looked at each other for a long, wordless moment. "Do you want to come up and see it?"

"Yes."

She closed her eyes briefly because this was probably all kinds of stupid, but dammit, it was hard to resist Tanner and the pull he still had on her. She led the way to the elevators, smiling at the doorman on duty. They rode up to her floor in silence and he followed her into the apartment.

"This is it." She held out a hand, smiling. "No need for a tour because you can see all of it from here."

"It's nice. You have a great view."

"Sort of." One of the diagonal support beams for the tall building crossed through her windows, so it wasn't the best view, which was probably why the rent was cheaper. "My kitchen. It's small but nice. The bathroom is down there."

"Is this your bed?" He sat on the ivory pull-out couch. Thankfully she'd put it away today. There were some days she didn't bother if she wasn't going to be home much.

"Yes."

"Very efficient." He smiled.

She licked her lips and took off her coat, hanging it in the closet, then pulled off her boots. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I don't know...I had a lot of wine earlier. Maybe some water?"

"Sure." She padded to her kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out two bottles. She returned to hand him one. He'd taken off his hat, scarf, and jacket and draped them over the arm of the couch. She sat next to him.

"It's cool seeing where you live now." He looked around. "I like all the white."

"It's just IKEA furniture. They make lots of great things for small s.p.a.ces." She was curious to see where he lived too, what his personal s.p.a.ce was like now that he was an adult.

She sipped her water.

"So...is this us being friends?" Tanner asked.

Her mouth went dry. She'd been acutely aware of him all night, his big body so close to her during dinner, and now on her couch. His rough hands turned the water bottle between them, reminding her of them on her body. His knees were spread, his dress pants taut over his muscular thighs, the fabric of his shirt outlining his broad shoulders. "I told you earlier," she said. "We can't be friends."

"I think we can."

She gazed back at him, mesmerized by those eyes glowing like blue flames.

He reached out and touched his fingers to her jaw. They were cool from the water bottle. "I don't think we can be just friends," he continued. "Because there's too much heat between us. But truthfully, Katelyn?"

She blinked, trying to resist leaning into his touch and rubbing her cheek against his palm.

"I want to f.u.c.k you so bad, baby."

Heat rushed through her in a dizzying wave.

"That said," he continued, his voice amazingly matter-of-fact, "we are friends. We always were friends. Just friends who liked to bang each other's brains out on the reg."

Her eyes drifted closed as her body burned, liquid fire pumping through her veins. She struggled to open them, to look at him.

"We hurt each other," he whispered, still caressing her face with those big, blunt fingers.

She nodded, barely able to breathe. Her body was dissolving around her.

"But I still like you. I still want you."

She curled a hand around his wrist. "I want you too."

"f.u.c.k yeah." He exhaled heavily and then she was on his lap, his big hands having lifted her and brought her closer. His arms crushed her to him and he claimed her mouth in a fiercely hungry kiss.

Her gasp was only a noise in her throat as he kissed her deeply-hot, urgent, demanding kisses that had ignited a blaze of l.u.s.t inside her. She burned for him. Her hands found his shoulders and held on as his mouth left hers and slid over her jaw in slow, openmouthed kisses with strokes of his tongue.

"Oh G.o.d," she breathed. "Tanner..."

"Mmm." He sucked gently on her throat, then kissed his way back up to her mouth. His tongue licked inside, stroking hers, and their mouths mated in a frantic dance. His hands moved over her, gripping her hip, then sliding over her waist. "Love this dress."

"Uh..." She found skin, curving her hand around the side of his neck, dipping beneath the collar of his shirt. His smooth skin scorched her palms.

They kissed and kissed and kissed, slowing things down to long, lush open mouths and sliding tongues. She nipped at his jaw, his head tilted back, and she kissed beneath his chin, his stubble excitingly rough. She wanted to get closer, needed to get closer, working the narrow skirt of her dress up high on her thighs. He sank back into the couch cushions. One arm behind his head, she touched his cheek, his neck, and his chest with the other as she kissed him more. He reached for her knee and hooked his hand behind it, pulling it onto his lap, bringing her closer still, then running his hand up her thigh, over her stomach to her breast. His other hand stroked up and down her back.

She made a soft cry as he cupped her breast, squeezing almost roughly. She ached for more, her nipples tight, aching points, and he shifted her away from him just a bit so his hands could wander more, stroking her bare arm, her hip, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. "So beautiful, Katie. You're so beautiful."

"So are you." She sucked air into her burning lungs, watching him as his gaze followed his hands over her body.

"This dress is s.e.xy as f.u.c.k," he muttered. "But I want it off you."

"Zipper's in the back."

His fingers found it at the nape of her neck and drew it down. Her skin tingled everywhere as he tugged the bodice down over her arms and b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The fabric bunched at her waist and his heated gaze studied her naked shoulders and her strapless bra. "Hot girl. Look at you."

He cupped her breast again through the bra, then tugged the cup down. He groaned, his eyelids drooping as he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

Her head fell back as he cupped her plump fullness and sucked at her nipple. Sensation jolted right to her c.l.i.t and another whimper escaped her. She slid a hand into his short hair, holding him there while he licked and tugged at her sensitive flesh.

He lifted his head to find her mouth again, hands roaming everywhere, tangling in her hair, slipping over her thigh and beneath the scrunched dress to find her hip. She undid her bra and tossed it aside as he plucked at the string of her thong. She was nearly on top of him now, soft, needy noises falling from her lips. She tugged at his shirt, and for a moment they separated so he could undo the b.u.t.tons and push it off.

All that skin and bulging muscles made her breathless, and she paused, her body pulsing and aching. She laid her hands flat on his pecs and rubbed, and a rumble rose in his chest. He'd always liked that. She loved that she knew that.

She stroked over big shoulders, rounded deltoids, firm biceps, admiring him with her hands and her eyes.

"Keep touching me like that and I'll have to throw you down and f.u.c.k an o.r.g.a.s.m out of you."

She smiled. "All right, then."

His smile was wicked and knowing. "First I have to make sure that sweet p.u.s.s.y is ready to be f.u.c.ked."

With ease, he lifted her and had her flat on her back as promised. She gasped and gazed up at him, raw s.e.xual excitement racing through her.

His face wore a look of intense focus and arousal. "Dress off." He grabbed the fabric and pulled it down over her hips, taking panties with it and leaving her completely naked beneath him. "Oh f.u.c.k." His gaze roved over her as heat suffused her entire body, scorching a path from her chest up into her face and down her belly. "Katelyn. Christ. How could I have forgotten how totally f.u.c.king gorgeous you are?"

She bit her lip. "I'm sure you've been with lots of gorgeous women who made you forget."

His gaze snapped back up to hers. "No," he rasped out. "I misspoke. Because I never forgot." He leaned down and pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss to her lower belly. "I never forgot you, Katie."

"Oh G.o.d." Her insides quivered at his words. Her skin tingled at his touch as he kissed his way lower, down to the patch of dark curls she kept there, then into the crease of one leg. And her p.u.s.s.y clenched as she watched, her head raised on the arm of the couch.

He was beautiful, all s.e.xually charged bad boy with his intense eyes, his square jaw, his firm mouth exploring and tasting her. He lifted her foot and placed it on the back of the couch, opening her more to him, and his other big hand rested on her outside thigh, that leg dangling off the couch.

"Never forgot this sweet p.u.s.s.y," he mumbled as he kissed closer and closer to it. He paused and closed his eyes, inhaling. "Oh yeah." Her body trembled, sensation like hot honey pouring through her, her c.l.i.t straining for the touch she needed. Then he licked her, one long, slow drag of his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. "Oh yeah. Never forgot how you taste."

His words inflamed her senses even more. Tanner had always been good at this. The truth was, he'd only had to look at her to make her wet and wanting. They'd enjoyed each other with the same adventurous appet.i.tes. But she didn't remember him talking like this before. He was confident and mature and skilled.

Sure, he'd been with other women. He'd been married. And she'd been engaged three times and wasn't going to pretend she'd been celibate. None of that mattered. Nothing else mattered right now except this powerful driving need that had her body aching and burning.

His tongue slid over her outer lips, then prodded deeper. He used his fingers to open her and thrust his tongue inside her. She moaned, cupped her swelling b.r.e.a.s.t.s, wanting to watch him, but her eyes fell closed as she gave herself over to sensation.

"So f.u.c.king sweet," he murmured, suckling gently at the sensitive folds, one side, then the other. "So soft. Let's see..." He slid a finger inside her. "Oh yeah. So wet. And tight. G.o.ddammit, Katie, you're making me so hard I can't stand it."

"I'm ready. I'm ready."

"Yeah. You are. But first..." He kissed her c.l.i.t and sensation jolted her. She cried out. "So pretty here." He licked over the throbbing bud, over and over, while liquid heat twisted up inside her and her hips lifted. "There. Now you're really ready."

He pushed away onto one knee, his other foot braced on the floor, and slowly undid his pants.

"You're the one taking your time," she accused. "Don't blame me if your d.i.c.k hurts."

His wicked smile made her heart ache. "Oh yeah, I blame you for making my d.i.c.k hurt. Because you're so f.u.c.king hot. My d.i.c.k was hurting all night. Did you know that?"

He rose and shoved his pants and a pair of snug boxer-briefs down his big thighs. Her breath stuck in her throat as she surveyed the ridges of his abs, the thin trail of hair that arrowed down between his s.e.xy V-cut. Jesus. His body was amazing. Then she let her gaze drop to his c.o.c.k-long, thick, flushed. She rolled her lips inward, her eyes probably huge as she stared at him. "I didn't know that," she whispered. "But I like it. Because..."

He pulled a condom from his pants pocket, ripped it open, and rolled it on. "Because...?"

"Because all night...I was wet."

"f.u.c.k." He let out a low groan and moved closer. His hand on his c.o.c.k, the latex stretched thin and tight around his girth, was so erotic she whimpered.

"Please..."

"Oh yeah. Now you get f.u.c.ked."

Chapter 11.

Tanner gritted his teeth as he eased into Katelyn's tight, hot p.u.s.s.y. Seed was boiling in his b.a.l.l.s, and he was so close to coming he was going to humiliate himself if he didn't get control. She'd always made him so f.u.c.king hot, and nothing about that had changed. Not...a...G.o.dd.a.m.n...thing.

"So good," she whimpered.

He went very still, eyes closed, every muscle rigid, his d.i.c.k pulsing inside her. Okay. Okay. He had this.

He slid his hands under her and pulled her up, twisting his body so he was seated again, keeping her joined to him. She gasped and set her hands on his shoulders. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes. Heat crackled around them.

Then he moved, f.u.c.king up into her sweet tightness. She braced herself on his shoulders and moved with him, riding him. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced nearly in his face, and deliberately she moved so one taut nipple was at his mouth. Holding her gaze, he opened his mouth and pulled her nipple in.

Oh yeah. Oh f.u.c.k yeah. He loved her t.i.ts as much as her sweet p.u.s.s.y, loved how full and firm they were, loved her dark little nipples. He sucked on her with his mouth and tugged with his teeth, moving to the other t.i.t as she rose and fell on his d.i.c.k. He gripped her a.s.s with one hand, his other sliding up her back and into her hair. He watched her face, her parted lips, her hazy eyes, then his own eyes fell closed as the pleasure overtook him. The room was full of s.e.x sounds, both of them making soft grunts and gasps, their bodies sliding and slapping together. Electricity tightened every nerve ending in his body.

She pushed up straighter and he gripped her waist, helping her move on his shaft, each drag and slide exquisite. Magnificent. He slid lower on the couch, and she leaned over to kiss him. Their mouths met and clung with each b.u.mp of their bodies together, then he sought a nipple again, sucking hard.

Close. He was close. His b.a.l.l.s tightened, the base of his spine tingling. "Baby..."

"Yeah. Nearly there..."

He knew what she needed and he wanted to drive this home, pa.s.sion and fire urging him to claim her, to f.u.c.k her. He flipped her onto her back once more. She gazed up at him with wide eyes, her hair wild around her head, and he pushed her knee up and back, planting his foot on the floor so he could plunge in deeper. He slicked up some of her arousal with his fingers, found her swollen c.l.i.t, and rubbed her there.

Her hands slid up his sides, cupped the back of his neck, then went still. Her cry was beautiful, her o.r.g.a.s.m stunning as he watched and felt it. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut, and a flush tinted her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and chest. Her p.u.s.s.y squeezed him, rippling around him, and that sent him over too. Then tension at the base of his spine raced up his back, fireworks exploded in his brain, and ecstasy erupted in his b.a.l.l.s. He was shouting Katelyn's name mingled with curses as he came inside her in hot, hard pulses. He leaned over her and pressed his nose and mouth to the side of her neck, panting.

"Holeeeeey f.u.c.k," he wheezed.

"Right?" Her hands danced lightly over his back.

"Good thing this is your bed. Because I sure as h.e.l.l can't walk very far." He nuzzled her ear.

"Oh." She kissed his shoulder. "We have to get off it to pull it out."

"Jesus. That sounds dirty."

She choked on a laugh.

"Not moving for a while, babe. My legs feel like rubber bands."

"Come on. You're an athlete. Hockey players are known for their stamina."

He smiled against her skin. "I'll show you stamina. I just need a few minutes."

"I don't remember this being an issue last time we were together."