Free Torn by Love (Scarred by Love #4) by C. A. Harms Page A

the driveway and waved her in ahead of me. I smiled as I pulled my Tahoe behind her little car. There was no way she could get out now.
    I jogged up to her car and grabbed the bag from her hand as she climbed out “I got it,” I assured her.
    “Don’t look inside,” she insisted, and I agreed I wouldn’t. But my interest was now piqued, and it was harder than hell not to tear into the bag in my hand. How can you tell a guy not to look and expect him to listen? If she hadn’t said anything the thought wouldn’t have even crossed my mind; now it was all that was running through it.
     
    ***
     
    “The pizza should be here soon. I’m gonna go grab a quick shower.” I leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her cheek. “You gonna show me what’s in that bag?”
    “Later, if you’re lucky,” she replied with a smirk.
    Damn girl was playing games. She arched her neck when I ran my tongue over her jaw, opening her mouth up farther. “I want you to stay with me tonight,” I told her before sucking lightly and nipping at her neck.
    “Okay,” she sighed. I swear my dick jumped in response.
    “You’ll stay?”
    She nodded. “Yes.” It came out in a pant.
    Things were about to change. After tonight she would truly be mine.
     
    ***
     
    We ate pizza in front of the television, laughing at some sitcom. If I was being honest I spent half the show watching her. The moment she caught me staring, she blushed. I could tell she was nervous, but I let her lead. She surprised me beyond words when she crawled onto my lap and straddled my legs. I immediately engulfed her waist with my hands and pulled her closer.
    A kiss that started out slow and gentle turned hot and heavy in seconds. The desire between us was scorching. The moment her hips rocked forward, I gripped her tightly. “Slow down, baby.” I was mentally slapping myself on the back of the head. What the hell was I doing? Slow down?
    “I want you,” she panted.
    Oh fuck me, her voice was like a purr.
    “I want you too. I just want you in my bed, not on the couch.” I also wanted it to last more than five minutes, and at the rate we were going, I would be lucky to not finish in my pants. My control was way off course when it came to Lily. She made me feel things no other woman ever had.
    Standing up, I told her to wrap her legs around me. She did, then thrust herself forward once more. I was pretty sure a growl ripped through me as she gyrated her hips against me as I walked down the hall toward my room.
    We fell to my bed, and this time I thrust against her. She arched her back, and her tits pressed against me. The low-cut neckline allowed me a sneak peek at what lay beneath.
    I slid my hands down her body, gathered the material of her dress in my hands, and lifted it slowly. The waistband of her pale pink panties came into view, and it did crazy things to my already scrambled mind. As I slid down her body, I gently kissed her stomach just above the band of lace.
    “Tanner,” she moaned.
    “Lily,” I whispered against her stomach. Her breaths came in little needy pants. “What do you want?”
    “You.”
    “You got me.”
    I knew what she meant, but her squirming beneath me was one hell of a sight.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seventeen
     
     
    Lily
     
    By the time Tanner worked me over with his mouth, I was a bundle of nerves. My body felt so alive, so hungry for more. It had never been explored so carefully and tenderly. I had never experienced touches and kisses as gentle and sexy as his. After all, my sexual experiences were very limited, compared to his.
    We were about to cross a line that we could never uncross, and I was so ready.
    As he nudged my legs apart and positioned himself before me, my need took over. I lifted my hips to meet his, and he moaned when he slipped inside me.
    “Fuck.” His chest vibrated from the intensity of the word.
    He started out slow and sensual, rotating his hips, moving inside me. I needed more.