Page 180 of What Started In Deception

Her legs immediately tightened around him as she froze in an arch, crying out.

Not quite finished, he moved faster, pumping harder, watching her eyes grow wide as she lost her breath while her body convulsed beneath his.

“Ty,” she called on a hoarse scream.

He groaned, loving it when she lost control—that he could make her.

“You,” she struggled to say, holding his gaze as her eyes focused again, even as she still trembled and quaked. “You come.”

He pumped several more times, listening to her sexy breathy noises as he felt his build—as he let his forehead drop to rest against hers, letting himself go with several jerks and loud groans.

“Mmm,” she said as she let her legs fall from around his waist.

He lifted his head, catching his breath, staring at her sweaty, mostly limp, and dazed—her usual state after an extra-intense orgasm. “Are you going to make it?”

She didn’t move. “I think so.”

He grinned. “I love making you come like that, but the recovery seems rough.”

She smiled. “It’s worth it.”

His grin was back as he pressed his lips to hers. “Do you need anything?”

She shook her head. “Just you.”

He sighed, resting his forehead against hers again. “Same, Lyd.”

She lifted her hand to stroke her fingers along the back of his neck. “I’m so glad you’re here, Ty. I love you so much.”

He nuzzled her nose with his. “I’m glad I’m here too, and I love you so much.”

Her fingers stilled against his skin. “You—you gave up your career.”

He lifted his head, holding her gaze, seeing the concern in her big hazel eyes. The last little while had been satisfying and intense—their sexy reunion after too many days apart. Now reality was back. “I’m not sorry that I handed in my resignation.”

“You did that for me, Ty. That feels like a lot. What if you eventually regret it?”

He shook his head. “I won’t. Because I did it for both of us.”

She snagged her bottom lip with her teeth in the way that she did when she worried, even after he said what he said. “I just—I love you, and I love my job. It doesn’t feel right that I get to have both when you can’t.”

He tucked the damp wisps of her hair behind her ear. “I loved working for the FBI. I loved the excitement and the chase—solving the puzzles and getting assholes off the street. But there’s a price to pay for that. Long hours. Always putting the job first. I’m not kidding when I tell you that many of my co-workers are divorced or on their second or third marriages.”

She nodded, frowning slightly, clearly still not convinced.

“Before we met, I never saw anything else for myself,” he told her next, wanting to explain better. “I’ve always been so caught up in my work. I had no idea that I wanted more until you agreed to help me.”

She nodded again.

“We started spending all of our time together and building our own routine. We were making a life together, even if it was slightly fucked up.”

She snorted out a laugh as she rolled her eyes.

He grinned before it faded as he continued stroking her skin. “You didn’t like me much at first.”

She shook her head. “No, I didn’t.”

He smiled, remembering her frosty guard. “But then we became friends.”