Page 51 of The Hook Up
“Ty,” she gasped. “I want you so much.”
“I can tell.”
God, that sounded cocky, but it was true. She was damp with need, the same need that throbbed through him. But he wanted to pleasure her first.
Hooking his thumbs under the edge of her panties, he hesitated a moment. Ellie lifted her hips, and Ty dragged the lace down her thighs, baring her completely.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So goddamn beautiful.”
A muffled laugh served as her response, but her fingers in his hair were a sort of plea. He leaned closer, letting his breath graze her. Then his tongue, softly at first as he probed her center. The instant he touched her clit, she cried out. Her hips rose off the bed, an invitation for Ty to bury his face completely. He was gentle to start, then more exuberant as he began to devour her. She tasted so fucking good, and he gripped her hips to hold her steady as she bucked against him.
“Oh, God!” she cried. “Don’t stop.”
He wouldn’t dream of it. And he couldn’t get enough of her, sucking and licking savoring her softness against his mouth.
“God, Ellie,” he groaned against her. “You taste so good.”
She laughed, then gasped as he stroked the length of her with his tongue. “Ty,” she gasped. “I’ve never felt anything like?—”
A pleasured gasp took the place of words, and Ty wondered what she’d been about to say. But he knew. Somehow, he knew because the same damn words were vibrating through his brain.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
But it wasn’t just the pleasure.
He grazed her with the tip of his tongue again, and she tensed in his palms. She was getting close. He could tell. Her breath quickened, and she arched up tight against his mouth. “Ty,” she gasped. “I’m so close.”
“Let go, baby.”
She gave a low moan and fisted her hands in the duvet, her whole body arching up to meet him. He slid one finger inside her, rewarded by the tight clench of her around him. She grabbed the pillow next to her head and pulled it to her face, smothering her cries of pleasure.
He didn’t stop until she went still, until he was sure she’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from the orgasm. At last, Ty slid to one side and planted a kiss on her hipbone. Ellie pushed the pillow off her face, then sat up on her elbows and looked at him.
“Holy shit,” she said. “That was like something out of a book.”
He laughed and rubbed his chin against his bare shoulder. He still tasted her and wondered if there was some way to keep that with him forever. “I don’t know what kind of books you read, but I need to download some.”
She laughed and shook her head, her wide blue eyes and disheveled hair making her look a little wild. “You have no idea how good that felt.”
Ty grinned. “I might have some idea.”
She smiled as Ty stood up and eased onto the bed, curling his body around her. He was still wearing his jeans, but her skin was smooth against his bare chest. He held her like that until her breathing slowed. Until her heartbeat returned to normal beneath his palm. He would have held her forever, honestly, if her stomach hadn’t growled.
“God, that’s embarrassing.” She giggled and skimmed a hand over her bare belly. “Sorry. I gave half my corndog to Henry after he dropped his, so I guess I’m still hungry.”
“You didn’t get another one?”
She shook her head, blond hair fanning out on the bedspread behind her. “I was too busy cheering for the game.”
“Wait here.”
He didn’t give her a chance to protest. Just jumped off the bed and headed for the kitchen, grateful he was already familiar with the space. Her skillets hung on a rack above the stove, and he stuck one on the burner and cranked the heat before turning to pillage her fridge.
Ten minutes later, he carried the plate into the bedroom. Ellie was sitting up, the silky pink robe tucked around her, and she peered at him with curiosity. “What on earth?—”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I saw eggs and parmesan when you had the fridge open earlier.” He dragged a heavy bolster pillow to the center of the bed and set the plate on it, then handed her a fork. “My grandmother used to make this for me.”
“What is it?” She took a bite before he responded, then closed her eyes in the same blissed-out expression she’d worn just twenty minutes ago. Ty tried not to feel jealous of eggs.
