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The dirty thoughts that’ve been taking me over since I woke up this morning. Every part of me cries out for this, for him.
My back hits the side of the pool, and I suck in a surprised breath. I didn’t know we were moving. I was focused on his cedar scent sending me reeling, the possessiveness of his mouth slanting over mine, the hard denim of his jeans abrading my stomach and thighs.
Tyler lifts me up on the edge of the pool, breaking our kiss to stare at me with wide pupils under a thick fringe of lashes.
He drags my hips to the edge, and I fall back on my hands. My core—wet from his touch, not the water—presses against his abs, separated from him only by the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” I manage. “Make me forgive you with sex.”
His slow grin could steal hearts and panties at once. “Is it working?”
I loop my arms around his neck, feathering his hair as I look down. “Tyler, I’m serious. I don’t even know where to start.”
“My jeans are wet. You could start with those.”
I slap a hand against his shoulder. “Dammit. I wanted you. I thought I’d walk in and everything would be good and…”
His jaw works, guilt flaring behind his dark eyes. “I’m sorry, Six. I hoped it would be done by the time you got here. Now, I could spend the next hour telling my future wife I fucked up, or I could show her how much I missed her in the little time we have before your dad and Haley and the kids arrive tomorrow.”
His hot, purposeful mouth travels down my neck, lingering along my collarbone, where he knows it makes me shiver, and sends a tendril of heat straight to my core.
I’m so entranced by his words I almost forget. “Half an hour.”
“Hmm?”
“I promised I’d meet Beck this afternoon. He said he had a surprise.”
“Fuck Beck.”
“He’s your best friend,” I remind him.
Tyler eliminates every millimeter of space between us, pressing his tight abs against my heat and inviting me to rub on him as his mouth moves lower. “If he keeps you away, the man is dead to me.”
He massages my breast with his hand, lifting it so his tongue skims along the edge of one cup.
He’s not holding me against him anymore, but I couldn’t move away if I tried. I’m already on fire when he lifts my breast out of the top and sucks on an already-peaked nipple, sending a bolt of need through me.
I yank on his hair hard enough it should hurt. He doesn’t make a sound, just touches me, licks me, grazes his teeth over my sensitive skin until I’m reduced to a pile of wanting.
Out of nowhere, I remember New Year’s Eve. We spent it apart but on a video call, each of us retreating to the roof so we could stare at the same sky.
“Your memory will keep me warm until you’re back,” I told him.
“I’ve never left. My heart is with you.”
We talked for hours, wishing for time, for space. For this moment.
I swallow, fighting the wave of emotion in my chest. I don’t want some quickie in the few minutes we have. But it’s all I’m going to get.
He yanks on the string at the side of my bikini, and the fabric gives way, baring me to his view.
With a knowing look, he moves down my body. “What’s that smile?” His mouth vibrates against my skin in a way that makes me tremble.
“Rae said to leave a sock on the front door.”
“We’re not in college anymore,” he reminds me. As if I need a reminder he’s not the boy I grew up with, but a man. “This is my house, and I will fuck my fiancée until she screams. I don’t care who hears.”
I’m breathless even before his tongue paints a line down my wet slit.
