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So much more.
“I asked you a question, Sophie,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “How many times have you slid your hand between your legs, fucked yourself with your fingers, wishing it were me?”
I give him a wicked grin because holy shit, this is so hot and so much fucking fun. “Why do you assume it’s just my fingers I’ve fucked myself with?”
The low, almost desperate whimper Tyler lets out is a sharp contrast to the way his eyes go dark. The way he sits back on his knees and pulls me up with him. He curls his fingers into the bottom of my shirt and whips it over my head, taking my bra with it and tossing them both away.
I snicker, even as the worshipful stare Tyler aims at my breasts has my whole body flushing with heat. “I just knew it.”
“Knew what?” he asks, trailing a finger over the swell of my breasts, gliding it down to circle one nipple and then the other.
I flatten a hand on his stomach, letting my fingers trace the lines of his abs, grinning when he sucks in a breath, his muscles flexing against my touch. “Knew you would be the kind of guy who has no patience for lingerie. Who’s in a rush to get to what’s underneath.”
Tyler flattens a hand between my breasts and pushes me back gently, covering my body with his. Dipping his head, he takes my mouth in a wet, hot kiss before breaking away to glide his mouth down my neck, mapping my skin with his lips. “Because what’s underneath is so beautiful.” Trailing his tongue over the swell of my breasts, he dips lower to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight peak until I moan, lifting my hips for friction over my aching center and blowing out a frustrated breath when he grips my hips to hold me down. “So perfect.” He switches sides and uses his tongue until I’m moaning up at the ceiling, sure I’m about to come from this alone. “And tastes so fucking good. How many times Sophie?” he asks again, his voice muffled against my skin.
“Thousands, for sure,” I admit, gasping when he rakes histeeth over my nipple, the sensation arrowing straight to my clit. “I’ve come thousands of times thinking of you. Wishing it were you touching me. Three years is a long damn time, and you have no idea how badly I wanted you. Want you,” I amend. Then I tangle my fingers in his hair and yank until he’s looking up at me. “There hasn’t been anyone else since that night. Not since I realized what you were to me. What I hoped we could be to each other one day.”
With lust and desire burning in his gaze, Tyler slides down my body and off the bed, pushing to his feet so he’s looming above me. “Then it looks like I have some time to make up for. Strip,” he orders, his eyes pinned to mine. “Pants off, Soph. I want to see all of you. Please, can I see all of you?”
Don’t have to ask me twice. Commanding Tyler who also begs is melt-your-underwear-off hot.
I try for finesse, but let’s be honest, that was never going to be me. I’m the girl who fumbles with the button on her jeans, shoves her pants and underwear down all in one shot in a desperate attempt to get as naked as possible, as soon as possible, and gets a little tangled up in all the fabric on the way down. But the second I kick my jeans to the floor, I channel my inner sex goddess and draw my legs up until my feet are flat on the bed. And then, with my eyes locked on Tyler’s, I let my knees drop to my sides, baring myself to him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TYLER
“Oh my god.” I whimper, my gaze raking over an entirely naked Sophie. I thought I remembered the way she looked. It hasn’t been that long since I walked in on her, towel on the floor at her feet. But nothing in my memory could prepare me for Sophie spread naked over my bed, her dark curls spilling over my comforter and her body bathed in the moonlight coming through the open blinds.
Holy hell.
I am the luckiest fucking guy on earth.
“Fuck, Sophie, look at you,” I practically whisper, taking a step towards the bed, and then another, until my knees hit the mattress. Reaching down, I lift one of Sophie’s legs, wrapping my hand around her calf. “So beautiful,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her ankle, my eyes glued to where she bared herself to me. “So gorgeous and perfect, all spread out for me, already dripping like you can’t wait for me to make you mine. Is that what you want, Soph?” I ask, dropping my free hand to trace her soaked slit before bringing the finger to my mouth and sucking on it, groaning as her taste explodes on my tongue, my cock jerking atthe way her mouth drops open, her eyes flaring with heat. “You want to be mine?”
“I don’t know,” Sophie rasps, running her hands up her torso to flick her nipples, and holy hell, she is spectacular. I wish I had ten hands so I could touch all of her at once. When Sophie Sullivan is on my bed, naked and gorgeous, two hands seem woefully inadequate. “What’s in it for me?”
Tossing her a wink and chuckling when her cheeks flush, I fall to my knees and yank her to the edge of the bed, dropping my head and giving her one long, slow lick from ass to clit, flicking her with my tongue as she groans, back arching in the hottest way imaginable. I lift my head and push a finger inside her, watching as her stomach muscles tighten, her breath whooshing out of her lungs. “This, Sophie. This is what’s in it for you. Me, worshiping you every chance I get with my tongue and my fingers and my cock, every part of me touching every part of you as much and as often as you’ll let me because now that I have you like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough. There is no amount of you that would ever be enough.”
“Holy fuck, that feels good.” She moans when I push deeper, leaning down to lick a path up her thigh, tracing the crease where her leg meets her body before dotting kisses along her belly and doing the same on the other side.
“Fucking right, it does.” I angle closer, spreading her wider with my shoulders and giving her a long, slow lick, circling her clit and relishing in the way her hips jolt, the whimpers that fall from her throat. “I dreamed about this too,” I murmur against her, circling her clit again. I add a second finger and curl them both up until her sharp gasp and the flood of arousal coating my fingers tells me I’ve found the right spot, and holy fucking fuck. Sophie turned on, dripping wet and gasping, twisting her body to get my fingers exactly where she wants them is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
I am going to remember the way she looks in this moment until the day I die.
“Tasting you. Feeling you move underneath me. The way you would smell and the sounds you would make and what it would look like when you came for me.” I give her another long lick. “But this?” Wrapping my lips around her, I suck lightly while I fuck her with my fingers, and she lets out a strangled moan, her hips jolting up from the bed. “Having you here with me, in my bed? This is better than my dreams. You are my wildest dream come true.”
My heart thrashes as I worship her cunt in long, slow strokes of my tongue and deep drags of my fingers. Her taste and scent make my head spin, my senses on overdrive and my cock throbbing and leaking in my boxers, practically desperate to get inside her. But my desperation to watch her unravel first overrides all common sense and I add a finger, stroking her inside and out, eyes glued to her, unable to look away. I think I’m going to spend the rest of my life never, ever looking away from Sophie Sullivan.
She is my true north. My forever home. The fixed point around which I will orbit for the rest of my days and into eternity.
“Tyler, please,” Sophie begs, reaching down and tangling her fingers in my hair as I explore her with tongue and lips and teeth and fingers, learning what she likes. What she needs. What drives her crazy. I want to know everything about her. Give her every single part of me. “More,” she whispers. “I need you.”
I need you.
Those words ratchet up my desperation to almost intolerable levels, the desire to give her exactly what she needs more intense than any I’ve ever felt in my life. Pulling my fingers out of her, I wrap my arms around her thighs. Lifting her bottom half off the bed, I bring her cunt directly to my mouth and wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard.
“Holy shit.” She gasps, and the way she grinds against me, hips riding my mouth, makes me feral for more. Spreading her wider, I devour her, winding her up with long licks and hard strokes of my tongue in and out of her until she’s crying out, herheels digging into my shoulders and her fingers twisting into the comforter as if she needs an anchor in her pleasure.
