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“I know.” My lips curve, wavering. “That’s why I’mshaking.”
An expression of hunger and utter adoration fills his face. His hand finds my hip, tugs me close to him. “Metoo.”
He presses himself between my thighs, and my eyes squeeze shut. The roughness of his jeans sends waves of sensation through me. Tyler’s hands slide up my sides. He palms my breasts as if they’re precious, as if I am. The callouses on his fingers feel so good and a littledirty.
I arch into him, wrapping my fingers around his neck and pressing my lips to his shoulder. He responds, rolling one of my nipples between his thumb andfinger.
Ribbons of pure pleasure shoot between my thighs. “OhGod.”
He switches to the other breast, and the tugging between my thighs intensifies, grows from a thread of desire to a chain of need—need for this, for him, formore.
“You feel so good in my hands. The times I’ve wanted to do this, Six, justthis…”
My fingers dig into his neck, urging him to continue, but he nods at thebed.
I shift back onto the comforter, and he follows me, then moves down my body. When I realize where he’s headed, his name tumbles from mylips.
“I’ve come so many times thinking of you,” Iwhisper.
He rubs the back of his hand across his mouth. “You’re about toagain.”
Holy.
Tyler drags my anklesapart.
I want this, but I’m too exposed. I try to close my legs, and he looks up, darklyquestioning.
He doesn’t correct me. Instead, he traces a path down my stomach with his fingers, and right before they dip where I need them, they turn, stroking the inside of one shakingthigh.
My thighs spread on their own—an inch, thenanother.
His touch traces up the other thigh, but it’s too slow and too soft. I bite my lip infrustration.
He brushes across my opening, and I buck myhips.
“You’re so wet,” he growls, his fingers returning to toy with me. “The things we could do with you thiswet.”
I’m so close to whining, to fucking begging him to touch me. Maybe he knows and likesit.
“Tell me you want it,” Tyler murmurs. “Ask me with those pretty words. That voice I can’t get out of myhead.”
I shift up on my elbows, my heart hammering in my chest as I stare down at him. “Tyler Adams. I’ve been waiting years for you to fuck me.Do italready.”
His chocolate eyes flash with heat and satisfaction before he lowers his head. His tongue hits the sweet spot between my thighs, and it’s like being jolted with an electriccurrent.
Oh. My.God.
My head falls back against the covers as need, hot and wet, rushes overme.
He moves between the lightest touch of his tongue and slow strokes with his finger as if I’m an instrument he’s experimenting with for the firsttime.
My hips snap toward him. My hands fist in thesheets.
“More,” I pant, writhing, but he ignoresme.
Just when I’m starting to get into a rhythm with his mouth, his damn finger takes its place, teasing and stroking, pressing inside an inch only to slip backout.
“Tyler…”
