His hand goes to remove his glasses, but I stop him, catching his wrist. “Leave them on. They’re sexy.”
“You got a glasses kink?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.
In reply, I lean in, dragging my nose from the hollow of his throat, up the strong line of his neck, to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. His breath hitches, hands flexing against his thighs.
“And here I thought you were the shy, responsible type,” I whisper, letting my lips graze his skin.
He lets out a ragged breath and raises his head, eyes finding mine.
“Usually am,” he rasps. “Think for tonight I’ll pretend I’m not, though. How’s that sound?”
My lips hover above his, electricity crackling in the sliver of space between us. Never in my twenty-two years have I been this attracted to someone. The way he watches me, it’s like he’s studying me, committing each kiss, each word to memory. His eyes trace my face, landing on my lips, and I send him a silent message.
You can have me.
Our mouths collide and we become nothing but tongues and gasps. The air around us hums, and I fumble with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers clumsy as if I’ve forgotten how buttons work. He takes over, shrugging it off in one swift motion while I yank my tank over my head. I toss it somewhere behind me, and my lips are back on his.
When our bare chests touch, his hand comes to my waist while I writhe mindlessly against his hardness, seeking friction,chasing any form of relief. The sensation sends a sharp spike of pleasure through me, and I moan against his mouth.
His breath shudders, but suddenly he pulls back. A sharp, frustrated sound leaves me, my lips still tingling from the kiss.
“Not sure if I’m reading this situation right, but…I don’t have a condom.” His voice is rough, like it pains him to admit it. “This…this isn’t something I do.” He heaves a sigh. “So…yeah.”
“Are you wanting to stop?”Please say no, please say no.
Tyler huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “No. No, I do not.”
I lean in, letting my lips graze the corner of his jaw. “Well, if you’re good with it, I’m on the pill. It’s safe.”
His grip tightens on my waist, his control visibly fraying. Exhaling, he looks to the ceiling and whispers, “Thank God for modern medicine.”
I’m about to tease him again, but then he moves.
One second, I’m straddling his lap, the next, he’s flipped me onto my back, hovering over me. Braced on his forearms, his heated gaze sears into mine. For a long, heavy moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak.
A slow shift rolls through his expression; hesitation melts into certainty. And damn, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Well, Clark,” I murmur, “are you gonna kiss me again or just look at me?”
Tyler’s lips twitch, but I don’t give him time to answer. I fist my hands in his hair and crush his lips to mine. His mouth, warm and firm, his body solid, presses into me in the best possible way and the ache intensifies between my legs. His erection presses against me, telling me exactly how much he wants this, too.
A hand skims up my side, hesitating for a second before cupping the underside of my breast. I gasp, my back arching instinctively when he thumbs my nipple, circling it then rolling it between his forefinger and thumb.
He raises to an elbow, lowering his hand to the hem of myskirt before disappearing underneath. It drags up my inner thigh to my center, slowly tugging my panties aside to hook one finger inside me. My body is so responsive to his touch, and I can’t fight another moan. Tyler closes his eyes, shaking his head.
“What?”
“Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d meet someone as gorgeous as you tonight. Much less have you this wet for me.”
Another finger joins the first, palm against my clit, and I nearly lose it. I ride his hand circling my hips as my pleasure builds, higher and higher. I don’t know what the hell he does next, but his fingers curl, hitting just the right spot, and my eyes flutter shut, stars bursting to my vision. I cry out my release, Tyler’s palm pressed to my center while I ride out my orgasm.
Lifting my lids, I find he’s wearing a dazed expression, lips parted slightly, like he’s never seen anything like me, the way an artist looks at a rare painting. The only way I can describe it is reverent, and I feel beautiful lying beneath him.
“What?”
“Just amazed by you.”
Heat burns beneath my cheeks, and he lowers kissing my lips gently. But then he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine.
