First, I need to know that she wants this as much as I do. I run my thumb along her bottom lip and ask the question that I can only hope she answers in my favour. “Is this what you want Pip, for me to show you who it is that you truly belong to?”
I can see her mind ticking over, she’s trying to figure out what that means. She knows I would never hurt her, doesn’t she?Fuck.
This girl has me considering things that have never crossed my mind before. I raise my hips upwards slowly, allowing her to feel my hard length, she grinds against me in response as she reaches up to wrap her hands around my neck. Our lips are so close together, but I need to hear her say it. I need to know that this is what she wants.
“Kinsley?” My voice is so low and raspy that I almost don’t recognise it myself.
“Yes.” She breathes the word before kissing me. There is nothing soft or gentle about her kiss, it’s needy and passionate. I break away and I swear she almost pouts.
I let a smile creep over my lips. “Yes, what?” I ask her.
“Yes, Tanner, I want you to show me who I belong to. Please, show me.”
With that I lift her up and throw her over my shoulder, she screams playfully and I slap her ass. Let the fun begin.
Chapter Fifteen
Kinsley
Tanner has me over his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs to my bedroom. I’m only petite in height and frame but I do have curves and can’t be the lightest thing to just toss around. Yet, he lifts me like I weigh nothing over his tall, broad frame.
My mind is going a million miles a minute trying to figure out his statement from earlier‘I’m going to spend the rest of the day showing you who you belong to’.By the way he pressed his erection into me on the couch it’s obviously sexual;Tanner is definitely not shy in the bedroom. He’s the most adventurous guy I’ve been with and I love it, which is probably why my mind is spinning. I have zero experience when it comes to the things he does to me.
Tanner sets me down in the middle of the room, then walks into the bathroom. He returns with a hairbrush and a hair tie.Well I wasn’t expecting this.He sits down on my reading chair in the corner and puts a pillow on the ground between his feet.
“Come and sit down,” he murmurs softly.
“What?” Is all I can manage, my feet stuck. He has completely thrown me off guard here.
His laughter fills the room. “I just want to get your hair out of your face, c’mon, sit.”
Walking over to him I sit down on the pillow. My hair is still damp from my earlier shower and I’ve already run the brush through so it shouldn’t be hard for him to do whatever it is he wants to do. I assumed he would chuck it up in a ponytail or a bun on top of my head, but in true Tanner Hayes style he blows my mind. My gorgeous, moody landlord is French Braiding my hair.
The act alone has my heart cracking open for him. I can’t even remember the last time someone did my hair for me. After Dad disappeared, Mum wasn’t very present. Kyle tried to help me, but what does an eleven year old boy know about doing girl’s hair? Over those two years, he did get pretty good at doing piggy tails though.
I didn’t even realise Tanner had finished until he spoke. “Beautiful,” he says. “Why don’t you stand up, and get undressed.”
Doing as he instructs, and turning to face him, he bends slightly to kiss my forehead. “I’ll be back in a second.” And with that he disappears back down stairs.
I’m standing in front of the floor-length mirror, admiring the French Braid in my hair when I feel him behind me, his touch sending tingles to my core.
“How — I mean where did you learn to do this?” I ask. There is something deeper behind his eyes, as if the question has caught him off guard, there is something there he doesn’t want to share. But if he wants me to be his, that also meanshe’s mine.
After a moment, he gently brushes off my question. “I’ve had a lot of practice. I have a younger sister, her name’s Emma.” I know there is more to it and I guess I will get him to open up eventually so I don’t push him further. He drops his bag on the floor, allowing him both hands free to spin me around to face him. Slowly his eyes drag up my body. If only I knew what he was thinking right now.
“We need to fix that,” he says, almost to himself and he reaches down to get something out of his bag.
“Fix what?” I ask, unsure what he is referring to.
“You’re too in your head Kins. I need you to be focused on what you are feeling, not what you’re thinking.”
God, if only he knew how right he was. I’ve been using his body as an escape from my mind this whole time. A black piece of fabric is placed over my eyes and it takes away my vision. Now that I can’t see, when he speaks, his voice is all I can focus on. My body hums in anticipation for what it will be like when he touches me.
“Kins you have no idea how much I love watching you, so this is more for you than it is for me.” I can feel his hands on my hips as he whispers against my neck, “Your eyes turn almost golden when you come and it’s my favourite sight to see. But, I have forever to look you in the eyes whilst you come, so I can give up this one day.”
‘Forever’.He said that, right? Surely it wasn’t just my heightened senses and emotions running wild. My breathing picks up. I need him to keep touching me, to keep me in the present with him, to keep me out of my head. All of a sudden his hands are no longer on me and music fills the bedroom, Silence by Marshmelloplays before Tanner takes my hands leading me forward.
“Climb up onto the bed and lie down on your stomach for me.”
