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honestly didn’t know how to proceed. She stood next to the big bed and watched him as he leaned against the doorway. With his bow tie undone and the top few buttons on his dress shirt opened, Tanner was more than wreaking havoc on her nerves. He was flat out plucking them like a hillbilly on a banjo.
    Her hand trembled so badly that she nearly dropped the cake when she attempted to place it on the night stand. As it was, she ended up with her fingers in the icing.
    “You seem to have a habit of dipping yourself in sweet things around me. Is that an invitation to lick it off?”
    Sophia let out a small squeak when she realized Tanner had moved to stand before her. She nearly fainted when Tanner grabbed her hand and suckled the butter cream from her knuckles before winking at her.
    “Listen, Sophia. I’m not going to lie. I want you, but I would never make you do anything you aren’t ready for. Whatever we do or don’t do tonight is completely up to you.”
    The soft way he spoke, and the gentle way he lifted her chin so that he could stare into her eyes, gave Sophia such a sense of peace that all the butterflies seemed to melt away.
    “I’ve wanted to be with you like this since I realized you were a guy and I was a girl. I’ve had a crush on you forever, Tanner, and being here right now seems like a cruel dream…like if I pinch myself I’ll wake up and it will all be gone.”
    Tanner slowly closed the distance between them. Her heart stuck in her throat; she knew it was now or never. He’d extended the invitation and all she had to do was accept it. Leaning forward, she placed her hands carefully on his chest. He stiffened at her touch, and somehow it made her smile. Adrenaline and excitement made her bolder. Looking for permission, she glanced at Tanner’s face.
    “Right now, this is your show. Get it out of your system because when it’s my turn, I won’t be stopping.”
    Sophia nodded. Tanner wanted her, but he also wanted her to participate. Running her hands over his shoulders, and down his chest, she paused at his pecs, feeling his nipples pebble in her palms. She felt him catch his breath and it spurred her on.
    “I’ve always wanted to watch you rip a shirt open. Will you do it for me?” she asked shyly.
    The corner of Tanner’s mouth tipped up and he took a step back. He waited while she sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her arms.
    “Are you comfortable there?” he asked.
    All Sophia could do was nod her head. Her throat was painfully dry, and all she wanted was for him to open his damn shirt. Squirming a little, she bit her lip and arched an eyebrow. Tanner gave her a short laugh and ripped the shirt, sending buttons flying and exposing his massive chest and abs to her gaze.
    “Jesus!” Sophia muttered, letting her eyes take in all of him.
     

     
    “Sophia, are you done because I’m about to take charge.” Tanner couldn’t help the pride that washed over him as he watched Sophia watching him. The sheer lust on her face—knowing that he was the focus of her desire—called to the primitive man in him. He wanted to thump his chest, but settled instead for just flexing the muscles there and watching as she licked her lips in response.
    When she scooted back on the bed and slightly parted her thighs, Tanner took that as an affirmative. With a shrug, he let the torn shirt fall from his shoulders. He kicked off his dress shoes, undid his pants and walked out of them as he made his way to stand between her legs at the edge of the bed.
    He ran his hands up the side of Sophia’s thighs, pushing the silky material of her skirt up to rest on her ample hips. The sight of her thigh-highs and garters made him growl deep from somewhere far down in his being. “Nice.”
    Giving a sharp tug, Tanner ripped her panties and exposed her womanhood to his hungry gaze. The feel of her sex on his fingers almost did him in. She was silky.
    “Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, as he dipped