Tanner doesn't answer. His body moves instead. He lowers himself in front of Jess, his hands anchoring on Jess's thighs, thumbs pressing into the flesh like he's grounding himself.
The moment his hands touch, something inside him breaks loose.
He pulls Jess closer without asking.
His breath falters. The scent hits him like a wave... rich, warm, intoxicating.
Tanner inhales deeply. It enters his system and stays, coiling around his chest, gripping tight.
His fingers twitch against Jess's legs.
Slowly and steady he moves, rising only enough to press his face against Jess's stomach.
The heat of skin against his lips and more of Jess's scent draws a soft groan from him. He doesn't speak. His mouth opens against Jess's skin, jaw clenched tight as he tries to keep control, but every second makes it harder.
He rises fully, seating himself on the couch, dragging Jess with him like his body has already decided what happens next.
