Page 38 of The Hook Up
He stared at them for a moment, then looked up with a hint of alarm. “I’m flattered by your expectations, but I should probably let you know that I have to be back at work by Monday.”
Ellie shifted her weight from one foot to the other, conscious of her robe slipping open in front. She reached up to pull it closed, then stopped herself. If the next few minutes went the way she hoped, covering up was beside the point.
“I grabbed some of everything,” she said. “I wasn’t sure what you liked.”
“This.” Ty reached up and pulled her in to straddle his lap. She let her legs fall open as she came to rest with him centered between her thighs. Her robe parted, slipping off one shoulder. She started to reach for it, but Ty caught both of her hands in one of his.
“So beautiful,” he said, planting a kiss on her bare shoulder. He was miles away from her breast, but somehow that simple, nearly-chaste kiss sent fiery rockets of lust to every nerve ending in her body.
Ellie shivered, conscious of the bulge of denim pressing into the junction of her legs. She wondered if she should have paid more attention to the condoms she’d grabbed. They’d clearly be needing the extra-large.
Before she could blurt something awkward about that, Ty’s mouth found hers.
Then he was kissing her with a delicious heat that made her toes curl into the couch cushion. She dragged her hands down his bare chest, thrilled to discover he felt even better than he looked. The muscles bunched taut and silky, with the faintest dusting of hair in the center. She traced a fingertip over the Johnny Cash tattoo, wondering about the story there.
Then she forgot all about it as he deepened the kiss, sliding his hands up her sides to graze the edges of her breasts through heated satin. Ellie gasped and ground against him, conscious of the delicious friction at her core.
Ty seemed to read her thoughts because his fingers found the edges of her robe and gave a soft tug. Ellie sucked in a breath as the robe fell open, and he shoved it the rest of the way off her shoulders.
She held her breath, waiting. How long had it been since any man had seen her like this?
Ty broke the kiss and smiled up at her.“You’re beautiful, Ellie.”
He was looking at her face when he said it, though his gaze dropped after. Ellie tried not to grimace. Breastfeeding and childbirth had taken a toll. But when Ty lifted his gaze to hers again, the heat in his eyes had gone from a slow burn to blazing.
“Jesus,” he growled. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
A shuddery thrill raced through her, and Ellie leaned back a little on his lap. “Please touch me,” she murmured. “Everywhere.Hurry.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Hell, she probably didn’t need to ask at all, given the hunger in his eyes. His mouth found her nipple, and she gave a startled cry as he devoured her, sucking and nipping and making her squirm with pleasure.
“Ty,” she gasped as he moved to the other side, devoting as much attention to that breast as he had to its twin. Ellie squirmed, feeling a bit like a teenager dry-humping on the living room sofa. She wriggled against him, surprised by the tingle of pleasure building inside her.Jesus.They weren’t even naked.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped as she arched her hips to feel the rough scrape of denim against the softness of her core. Stars sparked behind her eyes, and Ellie cried out as Ty dragged his teeth over the underside of her breast.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I think I’m going to?—”
A blast of music burst from the speakers, making her freeze.
“John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt! That’s my name tooooo…!”
Ellie blinked as a chorus of children’s voices filled the room. Disoriented, she looked around, wondering if this was a bizarre dream and she was about to wake up with her nightie bunched around her hips and her eye mask tangled in her hair.
“Your phone,” Ty said, sliding his hand from her breast to the couch cushion. “I had the music cued up and I think you put your knee on it.”
Sure enough, he extracted it from under her knee, holding it up, the display showing the cover of one of Henry’s favorite kids’ albums. Behind her, the music continued to blare.
“Whenever I go out, the people always shout, there goes John, Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah- nah-nah…!”
Ty clicked the stop button with his thumb and gave her an awkward smile. She stared at him a moment, then blew a lock of hair from her eye.
“Be honest with me,” she said. “Is this the worst seduction attempt in the history of sex?”
Ty laughed and tossed the phone aside. Before Ellie had a chance to be embarrassed, he reached for her again, sliding his hands to her ass to hold her against him. “You’re perfect, Ellie.”
A rush of affection bloomed in her chest, and Ellie fought the urge to tell him. To confess that she felt a whole lot more than simple lust.
This is just sex. She pushed those thoughts aside.No falling for him.
