Tyler (Inked Brotherhood 2) - Page 54

She turns my world into a better place.

Chapter Thirteen

Tyler

There’s no oxygen. I’m pinned down—again. My breath catches, and I try to roll away, but that something holding my arm down isn’t letting me.

Light stabs at my eyeballs, and I blink. I can see. It’s not dark.

There’s a girl curled next to me, her small form fitting perfectly against me, her dark head resting on my shoulder. Her hand is splayed on my chest.

Then she lifts her face, her gold-flecked eyes staring right at me.

“Hey,” Erin says, her voice scratchy from sleep, and so sexy I feel myself harden instantly.

Hot damn.

“Hey.” I don’t know what to say. Don’t remember much from the previous night. I scramble for something. “You sleep okay?”

She smiles and it’s goddamn pretty. It makes me want to smile back. “Yeah. I thought I’d freeze, but you’re a regular space heater.”

“I double as foot warmer,” I say, and then snap my mouth shut. Since when do I crack jokes?

Erin snickers, and her warm breath tickles my arm. “I’ll bet you do. You also double as a pillow, apparently.”

“Comfy?”

“Very.”

She grins up at me, and my next quip dies in my throat as I think of how beautiful she is. Her shiny hair is loose, covering my arm and the pillow like a satin sheet. Her skin is like cream, and her mouth like a ripe strawberry. Suddenly I’m dying to taste it.

Her eyes widen when I dip my head but she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she tilts her chin up and lets her lips part.

I press my mouth to hers and slip my tongue inside. Sweetness floods my senses and I moan as my body tightens painfully. Automatically I gather her close. Closer. Can’t get close enough.

She draws back. Before I react, because I need to explore her mouth more, she reaches down and unzips her jacket.

Good idea. Great idea. Too many clothes. I help her get rid of the jacket and then work on her black pants. Helpfully, she wiggles out of them and toes them off the bed, then sits up, grabs the hem of her sweater and pulls it over her head.

I blink when she shakes that awesome hair and gives me a hot look. God, she’s even more beautiful than I remember. This girl’s made of honey and cinnamon, and her breasts… They’re straining under the flimsy lace of her bra, begging me to touch and kiss them.

“Tyler…” she whispers, and the sound of my name coming from her kiss-reddened lips goes straight to my cock.

I reach for her again, but she bends over me, undoing my fly and pushing down my jeans. Okay, I can work with that, and the sight of her head over my crotch sends jolts up my spine. I shove my pants down and pull my T-shirt over my head.

She sits back. She’s like a kitten with her pouty mouth, upturned little nose and that hair… Guess I have a hair fetish I didn’t know about. I run my fingers through her mane and it’s like water, cool and soft and prickly. Her mouth opens like she’s about to say something, and I grab a handful of hair and tug gently.

“Oh God,” she breathes as I wrap my other hand around her hip and position her right where I want her—on top of me. She settles on my cotton-clad erection, and my eyes close in bliss.

Then she rocks, a faint moan leaving her lips, and I almost shoot my load right then and there. My cock twitches and leaks, small bursts of pleasure that tighten my balls and make my back arch.

She puts her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a long and hot kiss, all tongue and teeth, that has me gasping and rocking back, trying to fuck her through the barrier of my already soaked briefs.

Dammit. Only this girl can get me so desperate for her with just a kiss. But what a kiss.

Breathless and aching for her, I draw back, because this could be over before it even starts. Grabbing her hips, I shift her backward, off my dick, and clench my jaw not to whimper.

I glance down at my briefs. Yeah, all soaked. My dick tents them epically. You could house an army unit underneath.

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