Tyler (Inked Brotherhood 2)

I wrap my arm around her back and pull her flush against me. She yelps but doesn’t resist, and then she shifts and kneels between my legs. I have now both my arms around her, and she has to be feeling just how much I want her right now.

“Erin…” Her name, her image, the memory of her has saved my sanity throughout these years. I can’t believe I’m back here with her. I kiss her neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

I look up into her face, stunned, and she’s smiling, though her eyes hold a trace of fear. “For real?”

“For real.”

I crush her to me, kiss her lips, her nose, her cheeks. “I won’t let you down again,” I say between kisses. “I fucking won’t.”

She cups my cheeks, so she can kiss my mouth again. She kisses me like she’s hungry for me, and I can’t help groaning as the pressure mounts behind my balls.

I reach blindly for the hem of her white sweater and tug. She lets go of my face to lift her arms and get rid of it. Her bra is also white and almost transparent.

I’m so transfixed by the sight of her dark nipples through the sheer fabric I don’t realize when she starts pushing down her pants until she’s kneeling before me only dressed in matching white bra and panties. Her golden skin glows. She pulls off the tie from her ponytail, and all that shimmering dark silk falls on her shoulders.

Damn. I grab her and push her down on the sofa, pressing her hands together over her head. Her eyes are wide but trusting, and I need to feel her skin on mine, need to bury myself inside of her.

“Please,” she whispers.

I have to bow my head and suck a deep breath to get some semblance of control back. My cock twitches and weeps in my pants. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, all yours,” she agrees, arching her back, pressing herself to me.

Oh, fuck. My last vestiges of control are ripped away, and I’m lost in a storm of need.

Chapter Twenty

Erin

Tyler looks wild, his short hair messy and his dark eyes blazing. He’s gorgeous, his smooth, shaved jaw and shorter hair giving him a boyish air.

He releases me just long enough to pull off his sweater and T-shirt, baring that perfect, muscular chest, then he returns and presses the hot bulge of his erection between my legs. Sparks shoot up in my belly. He feels so good, pressing where I need him.

“Do you want me?” He rocks against me, and I gasp.

“Yes.”

I can’t fight it any longer. He’s everything to me. And I do need him, so much.

He tugs down the straps of my bra, his eyes going black with desire as my breasts spill out. “Goddammit.” Then he takes the tip of one breast into his mouth and sucks so hard I cry out.

He jerks back, releasing both my breast and my hands, and I grab his neck, keeping him down. “It felt so good,” I whisper. “Do it again.”

It’s the truth. When he does it again, using his teeth to lightly scrape my sensitive nipple, my back bows with pleasure. My breath comes out in a hiss when he uses his other hand to fondle my other breast. His clever fingers circle my nipple and lightly pinch it, mimicking his mouth.

Oh God.

I lift my hips, trapping his arousal between my legs, and he moans, the vibrations shooting like lightning from my breast straight to my core, making me clench.

“Please, Tyler.” I claw at the back his jeans. “Take them off.”

He bends over me, diving for my mouth, kissing me long and hard, before he pulls back and unzips his jeans. He pushes them down and kicks them off, freeing himself. His cock juts up, large and flushed, the tip wet and glistening. He doesn’t touch it, though.

Instead, he tugs my panties down my legs and off, then spreads my legs wider. His eyes are hooded as

he reaches down and strokes his thumb over my exposed, quivering flesh, then presses lightly on my clit, making me gasp.