“What’s there to discuss?”
Jo purses her lips, eyebrows raised. “It was a very unTyleristic thing to say.”
My lips quirk up at her word use. “UnTyleristic. Can’t say I’m familiar with that word. You sure it’s real?”
Jo nods her head, emphatically. “Oh, it’s real. Your vocabulary must be very lacking. It means stoic, unflappable, quiet…” She pauses, cocking her head to think. “Oh, and exceedingly good looking.” She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I bark out a laugh.
This is the Jo I met in that library. Bold and full of confidence. I love seeing this side of her instead of the closed off, stressed out version I’ve been getting.
‘I think you make me feel very…”—I shoot her a grin—“unTyleristic.”
“So back to what you said,” Jo says, stepping closer to the couch, but I stand and take a step toward her. “What exactly did you mean by that?”
Stepping even closer, I lean to whisper in her ear. “Before I explain, I want to make something perfectly clear.”
Jo’s throat bobs on a swallow, her eyes searching mine. “Go on.”
“I want more than co-parenting. Believe me, I could co-parent with you till the end of my days, but I want more.”
Jo doesn’t move, scarcely blinks, so I continue, my tone low and serious, brokering no room for doubt.
“And you and I both know we’re more than goddamn friends.”
My lips crash down on Jo’s just as she curls her arms around my neck. Sliding my hands down her back I cup her ass, then trail my hands to her thighs, hoisting her up. Jo’s legs wrap around my torso, and I carry her to just where I want her—the kitchen counter.
The instant my legs wrap around him, Tyler carries me to the kitchen, his mouth never straying from mine. He sets me down, and as soon as we part, I’m peeling my shirt up and over my head, my breasts hanging free with no bra. Tyler groans at the sight, a hand swiping over his mouth and he takes a step back to survey me like I’m a dessert buffet, and he doesn’t know what he wants first. His hooded gaze drops down to my swollen lips, my breasts, slowly downward and back up to my face.
Leaning against the counter, my teeth sink into my bottom lip, and Tyler is back, cradling both breasts in his hands lightly brushing both nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Lowering, he kisses each one with surprising tenderness before taking a nipple into his mouth, teeth tugging lightly at the sensitive flesh. His thumb slides against the other, flicking the peaked bud, and my eyes slam shut, a gasp slipping from my lips. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me I bet I could orgasm from nipple play alone.
Tyler stokes my need with every flick of his tongue until I’m on fire, wanting more, wanting him. A hand goes to the waist of my pants, but he pauses, lifting his head with brows raised like he’s asking permission.
I give a swift nod, and Tyler drags my pants and panties down my legs till he’s on his knees in front of me.
“Right here is where I should have been all this time. On my knees worshiping you like the goddess you are.”
His words are a delicious rumble, causing a pin prick of sensation to dot my arms and legs, but I don’t have a chance for them to sink in before Tyler stands, lifting me until my ass hits the countertop and he’s dragging a chair to seat himself at my entrance. Tyler takes one of my legs, gently draping it across his shoulder, then does the same with the other, before thumbing my aching clit.
“Sweetheart, you wreck me. You know this, right? I shoulda known you’d have the prettiest pussy. I’ve got to find out if it tastes as sweet as it looks.”
His words are a low growl, sinking to my belly and simmering there before moving lower. Who’d have thought Tyler Kent would have such a dirty mouth? I’m tempted to beg him to say it again, but before the words can leave my mouth he’s leaning in, parting me, sliding one finger into my throbbing heat. My entire body, from my head all the way to my toes, quivers with desire.
I’m unable to string a single word together. If I tried, I’m certain it would be nothing more than an alphabet soup sentence.
Tyler drags me to the edge of the counter and leans in, running a hand up the slope of my thigh. Bracing myself with one hand, my other goes to grip his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands. His mouth presses a row of kisses to the inside of my thigh, stubble rasping against my skin, until he’s right at my center. Placing his mouth over my clit, he sucks hard. Then, with the flat of his tongue, he licks up my center, and good Lord, I might detonate on the spot. My back arches and I can’t suppress the strangled moan that rises from my throat.
“Fuck, Tyler,” I cry out. The hand in his hair goes to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple.
Tyler’s eyes flicker up to watch me and when he groans against my clit, my eyes flutter closed, a palette of colors flaring against the backs of my eyelids.
A second finger sinks into me,and Tyler alternates between licking and sucking while finger fucking me. I’m overwhelmed by sensations and everything is building, sending me higher and higher into bliss. When I think I can’t take anymore, my orgasm rips through me so hard fireworks spark behind my eyes leaving me trembling as he continues slow licks, riding me through my orgasm.
I slump against the cabinet, and Tyler stands, his fingers going to his mouth to suck my wetness from them, his smoldering gaze latching onto mine.
“So fucking sweet, just like I knew you’d be.”
Tyler cages me in with his arms and kisses each of my cheeks and then the tip of my nose. I collapse against him, allowing him to hold me while I catch my breath.
“What about you?” I pant, my hand lowering to the evident bulge through his pants.
