Page 74 of Fall Over You

“To put my hands on you like this?” He kisses under my ear, the spot still pulsing from when he bit me there. “To be the one making you feel good?”

His scent blooms around me as heat waves from under his shirt.

“I didn’t touch you all those times I wanted to,” he says, and my heart rate must triple. “But you’re about to be my wife.”

His hands mold my waist, my hips, over the outsides of my thighs and back up again.

“Do you want me to touch you now?”

I grind my ass back against him, fighting a chill at the way his breath tickles my skin.

I nod, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze over my shoulder. “I wanted you to touch me then too.”

We ignite.

Tyler’s mouth fuses to mine while his arm snakes around my waist, the same as it did in the bar, but this time, it explores everywhere. Open-mouthed kisses travel down my neck, and my gasps and sighs make me very glad his daughter isn’t upstairs right now.

It’s just us, and this car, and those memories, and all the things we’ve done and failed to do over the years.

I moan out his name and he growls in my ear before sending his hand down my stomach and into my shorts, his hard length pressing the small of my back. He rolls his hips against my ass, and god, if he said he wanted my asshole with that monster snake I’m feeling, I’d let him have it. I’d let him have whatever he wants because being wanted by him is pure euphoria. My chest presses against the passenger window, my piercings making it that much more intense. His fingers drift over the band of my panties, then into them, swooping lower and lower until he dips into my drenched slit.

“Christ, Becca. I need you. Now.”

I spin in his arms to face him, lifting on my toes and pulling him down to me so I can kiss him, hard. My back is bowed against the car door and everything has me flustered: his scent, the way he touches me, the sheer proximity of this man who has been off-limits for me since forever.

He only has one hand on me, and when I pull away to grab a breath, he’s holding up the hand with my arousal on his fingers. He stares at it like he’s not sure what to do, panting with his lips bruised from our kisses.

“Don’t be a baby,” I say.

“What?” he asks.

“Do you not go down on girls? Lick it!”

Tyler’s tongue presses into his cheek as he pushes his two wet fingers between my lips. As I’m sucking my own taste off his fingers, he speaks.

“I don’t want that to be my first taste of my wife.”

His fingers withdraw from my mouth and he lifts me off my feet, walking to the front of the car and depositing me on the hood. I barely have a second before he kisses me again. He lays his weight into the cradle of my hips, a delicious burn from the inner thigh stretch. I grind against his hardness there and he groans into my open lips. He breaks our kiss and suspends his face just over mine, mischievous dark eyes dancing.

“Are you still pierced?”

I bite my lip and grin up at him before I flick my top’s straps from my shoulders. “Go find out for yourself.”

Tyler chuckles against my neck as he kisses downward, dragging his lips across my chest. “There’s something in the way,” he murmurs before he tears at the hem of my corset, exposing both my breasts and the barbells through my nipples. A satisfied hum comes from his throat before he pulls one of the forever-beaded peaks into his mouth. He tongues on the piercings, gently at first, then getting harsher with his teeth.

“Oh my god, Ty.”

“Do they feel good?” he asks.

“Mhmm.” I nod, my hips wanting to align with his again for more delicious friction.

“Good.” He moves to the other side, tongue dragging and teeth scraping, my back arching in response. He stands straight at the front of the car, looking me over: hands over my head, tits out, legs spread to fit him between them. “The real question is,” he lifts my right leg and kisses my calf above my white cowboy boot, “do you want to leave these boots on,” he kisses the inside of my knee and down my inner thigh, “while I take care of you?”

I gasp when his fingers hook into the crotch of my shorts and panties and tear them to the side, unveiling my soaked pussy. “What do you think I should do?” I ask.

He stands back again and palms his erection in his jeans, squeezing while he tilts his head back, considering me.

“Leave them on.” He leans forward, walking his hands up either side of me. “I want to feel them on my back while I’m buried in you.”