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He takes pity on me, sliding that finger all the way in. The feeling is exquisite, and it’s only his damnedhands.
I grab his hair and exhalehard.
If I’d ever wanted to know how Tyler got to be so good at music, it’s obvious from the way he pleasuresme.
Every touch and stroke is an experiment that informs the next, one that he changes and repeats and twists into a pattern that drives me insane withneed.
But I’m learning him, too, learning how to make him give me what Iwant.
Like saying hisname.
By the time he’s sucking on my skin in earnest, sliding a second finger into me, I’m making noises with everybreath.
I squirm because I can’t not, and that makes him groan. “All the times I got off to you, I never thought you’d be this tight. I don’t know if I could have stayedaway.”
Those filthy words have me breaking on his lips, my hands fisting in his hair as I arch against him, crying out hisname.
The last thing I see before my eyes squeeze shut is his face, full of need andsatisfaction.
I ride out the waves of feeling with him, onhim.
When the aftershocks rock me, he slows but doesn’t pull back. He licks me clean, as if every inch of me was made for his enjoyment and he won’t allow any of it to go towaste.
“Wow,” I murmur, dragging him up my body so I can loop my arms around his neck. “At the risk of inflating your ego,” I start, and his mouth, still wet from me, curves. “You’re pretty good atthat.”
“Pretty good.” Tyler brushes his lips across mine, and I can taste myself on him. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve everexperienced.
“Let’s see what else you’re goodat.”
My hands drop to the button on his jeans, hovering there as I take in this moment. Him and me.Joined.
Forreal.
Fuckingfinally.
But his hand closes overmine.
“Tell me you’re going to fuck me already,” Imurmur.
Tyler brushes a piece of hair out of my face, his tight jawworking.
“No. I’mnot.”
13
The last timeI kissed Annie Jamieson in her bed was eighteen months ago. We were different peoplethen.
I’m reminded how different as her eyes flash up atme.
“What the hell?” Annie demands. She’s naked and beautiful and, apparently,pissed.
I roll off her and onto my back. I can still taste her, and the way she fell apart under my hands and mouth left me nowhere near satisfied, but I force out the words I need to say. “Tonight was about you. Giving you what I wanted to give youthen.”
“You’re overthinking this.” She shifts over me, and I bite back the groan at the feel of her. “Stop thinking. Just be here with me. I know you wantto.”
She’s killing me—with her voice and her intentions and the way she responds. My cock is swollen and leaking at the thought of making hermine.
But the second I make her mine, I’m hers, too. And even though I want her back, I’m grasping for some semblance ofcontrol.
