Page 51 of Rain or Shine
"I figure with the picture Lexy sent me of the two of them at the park, we’ve got a while before they get home.”
“She's good with him." I smile at him
"Lexy loves her nephew," he confirms, his grin getting bigger. "But her keeping him out, the grill still heating up, I've got you to myself in a way I haven't before. Not since you've been here, that is."
This is true. Usually Dash is with us. Or Lexy is home. It hasn’t been just the two of us alone as we now are.
I swallow hard, my pulse quickening as Tyler's gaze locks with mine. His eyes darken with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
"Delaney," he murmurs, his voice dropping to that low, rough timbre that sends shivers down my spine. "I can see it in your eyes, you want something. Tell me."
"Kiss me," I whisper two little words right before he gives me his mouth.
His lips claim mine with a hunger that makes my head spin. The kiss is deep, passionate, and exactly what I've been craving. Tyler's hand tightens in my hair, tilting my head to give him better access as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. I moan into him, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt.
When we finally break apart, we're both breathless. Tyler rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.
"I don't want to rush you," he continues, his thumb tracing small circles on my waist. "But I want back inside you."
My heart hammers against my ribs. This is what I've been fantasizing about, what's been driving me to the brink of madness. Yet now in the moment, I feel a flicker of uncertainty that I push down.
"I want that too," I tell him, tightening my grip on his shirt.
"Good," he groans and reclaims my lips. His arm around me, bringing me tighter against him.
Tyler's hand slides down my back, pulling me even closer against him. I can feel every hard ridge of his body through our clothing, and it sends waves of desire through me. His lips move to my neck, trailing hot kisses along my sensitive skin.
"I've wanted this since you walked into my house," he whispers against my ear, his breath making me shiver. "Wanted to touch you like this again. Sleeping next to you every night nearly kills me without being able to touch you, be inside you."
I moan and tilt my head ever so slightly, giving him better access to my neck. Tyler's mouth moves lower, his lips tracing a path along my collarbone.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair. "I need you inside me. Nothing works to relieve the ache."
Tyler pulls back to meet my gaze. "You been touching yourself, sweetheart?"
My cheeks heat at his question. I can't believe I actually admitted what I did, but I can't take it back now, so I bite my lower lip and nod. “I tried to.”
"Fuck, I want to see you pleasuring yourself. We're gonna do that, but it'll have to be later. Right now, I'm gonna fuck you, then tonight in bed, I'm taking my time."
His words make me shiver with anticipation. The promise in his voice, the hunger in his eyes—it's all too much and not enough at the same time.
"Bedroom?" I ask, my voice barely audible.
Tyler shakes his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Right here. I want you on this counter."
Before I can respond, his hands are at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one fluid motion. The cool air kisses my skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he takes in the sight of me in just my bra.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers trailing along the edge of the fabric. "So fucking beautiful."
I reach for his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helps me, tugging it off and tossing it aside. My hands immediately go to his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my palms.
Tyler's skin is hot beneath my fingertips, and I can feel his heart pounding—or maybe it's mine. The distinction blurs as he lowers his head to capture my lips again. This kiss is different, more urgent, as if we've crossed some invisible line and there's no going back.
His hands slide to my back, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. When he pulls away, I watch his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me. The hunger in his gaze makes me feel powerful, desired.
"You're killing me," he whispers, his voice rough. His fingers trace the curves of my breasts, sending shivers through my body. "The memory of the night we were together haunts my dreams. But not even in my dreams do you look so beautiful."
"Tyler," I whisper his name, the word barely escaping my lips.
