My Favorite Mistake ( Tahoe Nights 2)

“Oh, Tyler.” She kissed him, allowed all of her emotion, her caring, oh God, her love for him flow straight into him. From her lips to his, she gave him everything she had. And he took it. Eagerly.

He grabbed the condom from her fingers and tore open the package, his mouth still attached to hers. Slipped the condom on with fumbling fingers, they brushed against her belly, her wet pussy an

d she ground against him. Couldn’t wait for him to be inside her.

“Hurry,” she whispered against his mouth just before he plunged deep, stealing the very breath from her. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel.

Feel him.

Tyler.

His hands wrapped tight about her hips, Tyler steadied her, slamming deep just as she came down hard. Not an inch separated them, they were completely and totally fused together, and he closed his eyes, bent his head so it rested on the back of the couch.

She just felt so damn good. Once she started to move, to grind those sweet hips down upon his body, driving his cock even deeper, he thought he’d explode. Explode into a million little pieces until there was nothing left, she was doing such a number on him.

Julie tilted her head, her hair spilling over him, brushing against his skin and driving him wild. Her mouth was close to his ear, he heard her panting breaths, felt her lips move against his ear lobe, and he shuddered in anticipation.

“I love how you feel inside me,” she whispered just as she began to ride. She lifted herself completely upright, tiny hands settling upon his shoulders, her body moving up and down his cock, her knees braced on the couch cushion, resting on either side of his hips.

“I love how you feel, wrapped tight around my cock,” he muttered, his hands upon her waist, eyes zeroed in on where they were joined. His cock glistened with her juices as he thrust in and out, the sight of their joining nearly undoing him. Fuck, it was beautiful. Mesmerizing.

She moaned at his words, at the way he sent himself a little deeper, hell he didn’t know. He wanted to drive her out of her mind, much like she drove him out of his. He wanted to make her lose herself. Lose herself to him, to what they created when they were together. An overwhelming spark of emotion, it threatened to take him under at any second.

And damn, how much he wanted to be taken under. As long as she was by his side.

“I’m going to come,” she panted, working atop him, her body grinding against his. “Don’t stop, just like that, Tyler. Please. Please. Please.”

He continued his rhythm, not wanting to break it, wanting to give her what she so desperately sought. Her head was tossed back, eyes tightly closed, hair cascading down her back. A fucking gorgeous vision of a woman just about to come all over his cock and he surged deep within her, wanting to give her everything he had.

“Tyler.” She shuddered, her entire body taken over as she strained above him. Her hands squeezed his shoulders so hard it almost hurt and her inner walls clenched tight around his cock, pulsing and throbbing until he couldn’t stand it any longer.

He exploded. He’d only been inside her for minutes and he’d lost control. Was coming like a damn fool when he’d wanted to savor her. Linger over her for as long as she allowed him to before she needed to get home.

But it was too late.

Julie collapsed on top of him in an exhausted heap, her hot, damp breath radiating against his throat. She snuggled close, her arms circling tight about his neck. Clinging to him as if she never wanted to let him go.

“I don’t want to go home,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his neck.

“I don’t either.” He smoothed his hands up and down her back, loving the feel of her smooth, satiny soft skin.

She lifted her head to stare at him, eyes wide, lips swollen from his kisses. He actually saw her lower lip tremble, and he wondered at that. “Are you serious?”

His brows furrowed. “Yeah, I’m serious. I’ve had an…amazing time with you this weekend, Julie. I don’t want it to end.”

Studying him, she nibbled on her lower lip, looking very, very nervous. “It doesn’t have to end. Not if we don’t want it to.”

They were silent for a moment, the words heavy between them. Hope grabbed hold of his heart and squeezed tight. She was saying exactly what he wanted to hear. Now he just needed to repeat it right back to her.

“I don’t want it to end,” he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. He cleared his throat. “I want to be with you, Jules. I don’t want just a weekend.”

“What do you want, Tyler?” Anticipation and nerves rang in her voice and he touched her again, stroked her back, wanting to calm her.

“I want you. And me. Together.” He kissed her, felt her lips quiver beneath his. “If it has to be a long distance relationship at first then that’s what it’ll be. I’ll come to you, you’ll come to me, on the weekends, whatever. We can make this work. I know we can.”

A tremulous smile curled her lips and she swiped at the corner of her eye as if she brushed away a tear. “Oh, Tyler.”

He watched her, but she didn’t say anything else. He gave her shoulders a little shake. She was starting to scare the hell out of him, and he wasn’t one to scare easy. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”