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He framed my face with his hands, then leaned his head back a fraction and just looked at me. My breath was even and steady as I stood with him, his hands holding my face.
“Tyler?”
His eyes snapped to mine, causing my heart and breathing to go into overdrive. His lips were less than a few inches away from mine, and I could feel his breath again.
The flick of his tongue across his lips made me want him to be kissing me. All of me.
As if he could read my mind, that this—the silence, the closeness of him, the obvious desire I had for him—was becoming too much for me to take, he brought his mouth to mine for another sensual kiss. So sensual this time that my reaction to it, to him, was like the flood gates weren’t only unlocked and opened, but completely obliterated. I sighed into his mouth, and my response turned the tide. The kiss deepened as his lips, unrestrained against mine, became savage. Our mouths and tongues tangled as our hands explored.
His breath came out in a hiss when I slipped my hand inside his jeans. He was hard and ready.
I knew every part of Tyler Sanderson was going to be exceptional. But this? I was taken aback for a split second as I palmed him. He was beyond blessed, and I was going to enjoy basking in the glory of all of him.
When I left his lips to look at him, his eyes darkened to the color of the midnight ocean. His lips crashed to mine again in a tidal wave of insatiability.
I released myself from him and dragged my hand up and out of Tyler’s pants. My lips were swollen with the ferocity of our kissing. I ran my tongue over the pouty flesh, still feeling the warmth of his lips on mine.
Tyler’s mouth parted as if he wanted to say something. We moved our hands simultaneously to remove our shirts and chuckled at the irony of our synchronized deviant mindsets. Our eyes met again, undoubtedly both gleaming with desire.
As if some invisible voice called out, “On your marks . . . Get set . . . Go!” we set off at a record pace. It was a mad rush of lust as we raced to undress, leaving a pile of clothes at our feet on the floor.
My hands were immediately around his shaft again, stroking him. He rolled his head back, momentarily allowing himself the gratification of my touch.
I moaned like a cat being scratched when his mouth came to my throat at the same time as his fingers parted me. A savage groan vibrated in the back of his throat when he found me wet.
“So wet. You feel so fucking good,” he said as he kissed my neck. Soft lips roamed along my collarbone with excruciating slowness that caused my nipples to harden. His mouth was suddenly at my breast, and I groaned out. I brought my hands to his head and noticed how awesome his hair was. It was thick and soft. And absolutely tuggable. My fingers threaded through it and pulled the strands to bring him closer. As close as I could get him to me without him being inside me.
His assault was delicious. And I was delirious. I welcomed each touch, relished in every pleasurable feeling.
The involuntarily automatic reaction to him was mind-blowing to me. As Tyler’s expert hands and mouth traveled over my skin, my body reacted as if it had a mind of its own. It innately wanted and needed more. It needed Tyler to bring it fully to life. As if it was begging and pleading for him to not stop. To never stop. And as awareness of what was happening sank in, I realized those were the words I was saying over and over to him.
My hands moved to his jaw, and I forced his face up so that he had to meet my eyes.
“Please, Tyler.”
“What do you need, Marisa?” he whispered against my lips.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that tonight I needed to be in control of what happened between us. He knew the answer to his question without needing me to say it. I couldn’t see the steely blue of his eyes, but I could see into the depths of them as my silent plea to maintain some semblance of control registered in them. The slight nod of his head was followed by a small squeeze of my hands.
“Take control.” He couldn’t have known how erotic those two words were. How seductive his relinquishment was.
And so, with his permission, I did.
