Page 46 of Long Story Short

Now the way he’s looking at me tells me it’s finally going to happen.

“Kiss me, Ty.”

For a second, neither one of us moves.

Then his grip on my hand tightens, and he pulls me toward him, my body colliding against his.

Before I can fully catch my balance, his hands slide up to my face, warm and firm as he cups my cheeks.

And then, his mouth is on mine.

The kiss steals the air right out of my lungs.

I thought he might start slow after all the waiting.

He doesn’t.

His lips part against mine immediately, his tongue brushing the seam of my lips in a silent demand. I open my mouth for him without hesitation.

His tongue caresses mine at the same moment my fingers grip the fabric of his shirt. I crane my neck and pull his body closer, trying to deepen the kiss as much as possible. I let out a moan when he briefly takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls at it.

Barely a moment later, Tyson rips his face from mine, his blue eyes boring into me as his chest heaves.

I’m about to ask him why he stopped when he moves his hands from my face and takes me by surprise by sliding them down my back.

And then he slides them lower, leaning down.

He keeps going until both hands rest at the back of my thighs. He hooks them behind my thighs and lifts.

I let out a surprised laugh, my legs twisting around his torso instinctively. I smile, our faces now closer together. “Hi,” I murmur breathlessly.

His response is another kiss.

Tyson’s mouth crashes against mine once again, this time even hungrier than before. I’m so swept up in feeling his mouth against mine that I don’t even realize he’s moved until he gently pushes me against the warm brick of the country club.

My thighs tighten around his waist as he easily holds me with one arm while his other hand cradles the back of my head again. He keeps me pinned there just enough to steady me.

But the way I lean forward, chasing his mouth, makes it clear that I’m not trying to get away. I want this as desperately and hungrily as he does.

The brick scrapes against my shoulders as I rock my hips against him, needing more.

His hands find my hips, his grip tightening, pulling me closer until there’s barely any space left between us. A low sound rumbles in his chest, somewhere between a growl and a groan.

A sound has never been so attractive.

It sends heat throughout my entire body.

I don’t think a kiss has ever made me feel like this. My entire body feels lit from the inside, every nerve alive because of the possessive way he kisses me. Every press of his lips, every brush of his skin, burns like a brand.

My fingers slide into the hair at the back of his neck, gripping as I pull him to me even more.

His mouth claims mine again, deeper this time, and my breath catches as his fingertips dig into my skin.

I feel him everywhere. The heat of him, the pressure of his body against mine. It makes me want even more. His tongue against mine, his body pressed against me, still doesn’t feel like enough.

The kiss deepens as we both rock into each other.

Neither of us seems willing to pull away. We’re completely lost in each other, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.