me wild with need.
“I want you.” He cups my breasts and pushes them up, rains kisses all over them. “Need you, Erin.”
I’m dying to feel him inside me. “Please, Tyler...” I can’t take this much longer.
He straightens. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“You have me,” he whispers, and the words flutter in the air for a moment as my overloaded brain tries to make sense of them.
He doesn’t give me the time. He unbuttons my black pants and pushes them down my legs. Before I even gasp, he hooks his fingers in my panties and drags them down my legs, leaving me only in my tall boots.
This boy seems to like having me dressed only in boots. He also likes having his mouth on my breasts and his hands between my legs.
Oh my God. I tremble as two of his rough fingers rub along my seam. His mouth is back on my neck, only marginally distracting me when he parts me and slips his fingers inside my folds, rubbing and driving me crazy with desire. My pulse is beating madly where he touches me and when he presses deeper, I’m not sure how much longer my legs will hold me.
Just when the pressure becomes impossible and pleasure begins to crest, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me panting and whispering his name in protest.
“Shh.” He runs his wet fingers over his mouth, then licks his lips, and the image almost sends me over the edge. “I’ll take care of you.”
Again I try to grasp what he’s really talking about—the strong undercurrent that seems to run in everything he says tonight—but then he grabs my hips and swings me up.
I squeal in surprise and wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his firm ass cheeks and my arms around his neck. He hefts me up and grins widely, looking pleased with himself, no trace of the night horrors that woke him up. His eyes are laughing at me, crinkling at the corners, and I’m drawn to his beautiful mouth, hypnotized.
Then he swings me around and walks toward the bed. I can feel his every movement against my sensitive parts, bare and rubbing against the top of his cotton-clad erection. A moan is building in my throat. God, and he’s still wearing pants and underwear!
He reaches the bed, bends his knees and lowers me slowly until I’m on my back on the mattress. But he doesn’t stop, only moves over me, grinding himself against me until I writhe and scratch my short nails down his back.
“What do you want?” he asks again, his eyes half-closed, thick black lashes hiding his gaze.
“You.” I pant and lift my hips, trying to get him to take action. “Inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” He’s torturing me. I’m ready.
When he bends over my breasts again, it’s all I can do not to scream with frustration. He has a plan, though, one that becomes apparent as soon as his mouth closes over my nipple—because at the same time those devilish fingers find their way inside me again, stroking and rubbing and slicking me.
I arch on the bed, so close, so freaking close to losing it. He seems to sense it because his strokes slow down, and he lifts his head.
“Are you sure you want me?” he asks again.
I beat his bare chest with my fists. “Yes. I want you, Tyler, damn you. I can’t even get one day of being pissed with you, because I want you so much.”
He grins again, although some pain bleeds into his eyes, and I don’t like it. “Then you’ll have me, body and soul.”
More undercurrents, more meanings lurking between the words, but this time he sits back and finally—finally!—sheds his pants and briefs, letting them drop to the floor.
Oh. My. God. He looks better every time I look at him. Boy’s in a hot league all on his own, and when he braces himself on his hands and presses inside of me...
Incoherent noises are leaving my throat. My body bows under him. I grip his hips and try to draw him closer, become one with him. His hips buck; he pulls out and thrusts again. My body tightens around him, pulling him deeper, and he grimaces and rolls his hips faster.
“Fuck, Erin...” He bends his head, his eyes fluttering closed as he picks up speed, pounding into me so hard I’m pushed across the mattress.
And I want more, more of him. I don’t want to ever let go. I cup his face and he looks up at me, his eyes dazed. Then he crushes our mouths together and his tongue pushes between my lips. He fucks me with his mouth in time with the thrusting of his cock in my core, and I’m coming apart so fast it’s scary.
He groans in my mouth, and his movements grow frantic. His hips snap faster and faster, and one of his hands finds its way between us, pressing on my clit.