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My hands glide up his back and I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging gently. He smiles against my mouth, pulls back a little, and my mouth follows his for a beat, trying to reconnect. A groan rips from my throat in disapproval, and he chuckles. Okay, now I’m a little pissed. I was really enjoying th—

“I’m not going to lie…I wasn’t expecting you to be a hair puller.”

“I’m a hair puller. Is that going to be a problem?" I’m talking as fast as I can because the quicker I talk, the quicker I can get his delectable mouth back on mine.

“Good God, no," he says, sliding his hands to the back of my head.

“Great. Now a little less talking and little more of whatever it was that you were do—" My words are cut off as he slams his mouth against mine, our lips and tongues moving together in a fiery passion.

I need to be closer to him. I need to feel more of him. A deep groan rumbles from his chest when I slide my hands down his stomach and under the bottom of his shirt. Fuck me…he has a six-pack. Wait…oh God, it’s an eight-pack. He pulls back again and I growl at him.

“Stop doing that,” he mumbles against my mouth.

“Doing what?" I ask, slightly perplexed. “Stop kissing you?”

“No! Fuck no! Don’t ever stop doing that! But you have to stop counting my abs…it tickles.”

“Okay, no ab-counting,” I answer with a grin, my breath coming out in small pants, mostly because I’m a little—okay, a lot—turned on. “But listen to me…I’ve waited too damn long for this moment, so if you don’t stop pulling away from me, I’m going to spank you. Now kiss me.”

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “We are going to be so perfect together,” he says, kissing the spot below my ear, right before he takes my mouth in another heated kiss.

His hands glide down my back and he grips my hips firmly, lifting me up on the counter. My legs wrap around his trim waist and he pushes into me, grinding our bodies together. Our tongues start delving deeper, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. Our movements become more intense and my body feels like it’s going to explode. I’ve felt pleasure before, but never anything like this. It’s like he’s trying to climb inside of me and I’m more than willing to let him.

“Fuck. You feel so amazing wrapped around me,” he says, trailing kisses down my neck, stopping at the base to bite it gently before he makes his way back up. “I don’t want to stop, but I’m afraid that if I don’t—”

“Ty,” I whisper, dislodging my hands from his warm chest. Cradling his face in my hands, I place a delicate kiss against his mouth. I open my eyes when his lips don’t respond to find him watching me. “What? What’s wrong?"

The

look on his face is filled with pure affection, and my heart starts to slam inside my chest. “Please tell me what’s wrong,” I whisper again.

His face softens when he realizes that he’s making me nervous and he pulls my forehead to his. “You called me Ty. You haven’t called me Ty since I’ve been back.”

I grip his face a little tighter and close my eyes, thankful that's all he said. “I’m sorry,” I say, letting out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “I don’t know why, I jus—”

“It’s okay,” he says with a laugh. “It’s okay. I’m just so damn happy right now that I don’t even know what to say or do. I just know that this feels so…”

“Perfect?” I say, finishing his sentence.

“Perfect.”

“You know what would make it more perfect?” I ask suggestively.

“Mmmm, what’s that?" he says, nuzzling his face against my neck. I pull his head back and he groans. Placing my lips gently against his, I whisper, “If you touch me."

Thank you, Jesus! The man needs no more direction.

His large warm hands slide under the back of my shirt, causing my entire body to shiver. Our mouths dance together and our movements become more intense with each passing second. His hands skim across my skin before he cups my heavy breasts, and his thumbs brush against my nipples in slow, circular movements. I moan with the intensity of the sensations that he’s eliciting.

“That is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard,” he mumbles, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my jaw to the hollow spot below my ear. “Touch me." His voice is raw with passion and I squeeze my thighs together at the warmth that’s starting to settle there. Well shit, he doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I guide my hands under his shirt and lightly caress his chest, stopping briefly to tug on his nipples. He grunts at the sensation and I smile to myself, allowing my fingers to trail down the planes of his stomach. My hands flirt with the front of his jeans, aching to touch him. My movements are quick when I hook my left arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down to mine, while simultaneously trailing my right hand down the front of his pants and gripping him snugly through his jeans.

Tyson moans against my mouth and slides his hands up the front of my bare thighs and under the hem of my cotton shorts. When he reaches the apex where my thigh and hip bone meet, he squeezes and pulls me forward on the counter. My mind is telling me to pull back and watch—I want to watch him…I want to see his hands tucked under my shorts—but I can’t stop thinking of how this man can kiss, and I just can’t pry my mouth away from his.

A few seconds pass with fevered movements and deep kisses, and when I feel like my entire body is going to shatter, he slips his fingers under the edge of my panties and gently caresses my heated flesh. “Ty,” I moan, throwing my head back as Tyson’s mouth attacks my neck. His extremely talented hand starts torturing me with slow, rhythmic circles. He shifts his body, allowing his hand to delve deeper, and I feel two thick fing—

“MOM! MO-OM!" Max’s ear-piercing scream halts our actions. Ty watches me for a moment, eyes wide, before he rips his hand out of my pants, pushes my hand off the front of his erection and steps away from me. I can’t help it—it’s clear that he’s never been cock-blocked by a child before—and I can’t stop the deep laugh that rips from my throat.

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