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I missed it all so much.
Tyler’s hands grip my butt, squeezing and caressing, and when we finally break our kiss, both of us gasp for air. His eyes are so dark and full of want that a rush of desire surges through me.
One strap of my sundress hangs down my arm, the top of my breast nearly exposed with my skirt hiked around my waist. My hair is crazy, my lips are swollen, and I feel sexier than I have in a long time. Tyler looks at me like I’m a snack he can’t get enough of, and I love every second of his attention.
He uses his grip on me to drag me back and forth over his lap as his eyes fall to my chest, my breathing still heavy. I grip his shirt and lick my lips. I want to taste him again.
“Goody,” Tyler growls, and another surge of desire courses through me. I want him so badly. Every part of me aches for him. And the way he says my nickname…
He stops moving and glides his hands back to my waist. “Are you sure? Because soon I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“You won’t?”
Tyler growls again. “You fucking know I won’t.”
His rough words turn me on more. “Do I know that? It’s been a while,” I tease.
He squeezes my sides, and I yelp from the tickle. He smirks and winks. Dammit. He’s too irresistible for his own good.
“You didn’t forget, Goody,” Tyler says and then leans forward, bringing his lips to my ear. He bites my lobe gently and whispers, “You could never forget the way I made you scream.”
I practically orgasm on the spot. I want this. I want him.
I’m done denying it.
Done pretending to be friends.
I want him, and he wants me.
So why not?
And then I say something I’ve never said before, the curse feeling foreign on my tongue. “Fuck me, then.”
Tyler doesn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the words fall from my lips, he grips me tight and stands, lifting me with him and tossing me over his shoulder.
I squeal, and he slaps my behind. I squeal again, and he laughs.
“First curse word out of your sexy little mouth, Goody, is fuck followed by me… it’s fucking happening.”
I grin to myself as he carries me from the balcony back into the room and tosses me onto my bed. “Wait right there,” he commands, and I lean up on my elbows.
He walks over to the door and flips the lock before walking back to me. He stands in front of me, between my legs, and takes off his shirt. Next off are his shorts, and he’s left standing in his boxers. He then holds his hands out to me and pulls me to my feet.
Tyler lets go of my hands and moves behind me. “I’m going to undress you now,” he whispers and nips at my shoulder before kissing it.
I nod, and he sweeps my hair to one side, exposing my neck. He trails kisses along my skin, down over my shoulder, and unbuttons my dress at the same time.
When my dress flutters to the floor and I’m left in only my bra and panties, Tyler whistles low. He spins me around and whistles again. “Fucking perfection,” he says, and then his lips find mine, his kisses needy and full of greed.
We fall onto the bed together, and Tyler positions us so he’s above me while never breaking our kiss. He unclasps my bra, quickly sliding it off before he tosses it to the floor. He splays one hand out flat on my back and pulls me hard against him so we’re skin to skin.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Goody.” His hands roam everywhere like he can’t get enough. When he finds my breasts, he squeezes and caresses them, playing with my pert nipples between his expert fingers.
His mouth finds one while the other still gets attention from his hand, and it’s all I can do not to cry out. My skin burns, and I want to rub my legs together to ease the dull ache there.
More kisses down my stomach until he reaches my panty line and stops. He looks up at me and smiles, and I swear my heart skips a beat. He looks so goddamn sexy with his messy, tousled hair, and his desire for me is so loud and clear across his face. “You still okay?”
I melt at his question. He doesn’t want any regrets tomorrow. And while I don’t know how I’ll feel, and I know the alcohol fuels my decisions, I nod. Because my want for him wins. It wins tonight, and I don’t care.
