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I take a bite and peek back at him, only his eyes are focused down and I smile around the toast, before shifting back.
“Are you feeling better?” His voice is low and raspy.
“Mmhmm,” I continued to chew and take a small drink of the juice he set out for me too.
Silence sets in and I can practically feel the heat he’s releasing. I feel the tip of his finger trace over my back at the very spot my tank top has ridden up.
“Headache gone?”
“Yep,” I close my eyes, fighting the urge to turn and face him.
“No longer feel like you’re minutes from death?”
“I feel good,” I assure him, and I swear I hear him say,yes you do.
When his palm grips my hip, and he steps in behind me I feel him hard against my hip.
Lowering the half-eaten piece of toast to the plate, I slowly stand, and he moves in, pressing his entire front to my back. Tyler’s palm glides over my hip, and around onto my stomach, one finger dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.
“You can tell me to stop,” He whispers near my ear, kissing along the side of my neck.
“I don’t want you to stop,” in fact I want him to grab hold and take charge. I want him to take me back to my room and devour me. And I never want him to stop.
Gripping my hips, he turns my body to face his and cups the side of my face. When his lips press to mine I can’t help but comb my fingers through his hair and hold him to me. A kiss that is meant to be slow quickly changes and he hastily presses me back to the counter, one hand still on my face the other slipping beneath the hem of my shirt. Purposely forgetting my bra after my shower, Ty’s thumb makes contact with my nipple, and he moans.
“This isn’t what I came over for,” he confesses, moving in for another kiss. “I came here to take care of you.”
“You are taking care of me,” I tell him and feel him smile against my lips.
Leaning back, I grip my shirt and lift it up and over head, tossing it to the floor. Lust fills his eyes, and he dips his chin, dragging the tip of his tongue over my nipple. I arch my back pushing my chest forward and he takes the invite, wrapping his lips around one pink bud while cupping my other breast. Sucking and biting, I feel myself growing wet as he teases me.
He’s skilled there’s no doubt, and I push back the ugly voices in my head screaming it’s because he’s had enough practice.
I move quickly to remove his shirt and am half tempted to drop to the floor so he can take me right here, when he grabs my waist and lifts me. My legs circling his waist, my hands holding his shoulders.
Tyler begins to move down the hallway leading to my bedroom, with me in his arms. Reaching my bed he lowers us, his body covering mine as he continues to kiss me.
Every part of my body feels tingly and needy.
I arch my hips upward, grinding against him and he matches my movement with his own. The friction it creates only makes me crave him more, as if that is possible.
When he stands and starts to remove his jeans, and boxers I watch in awe. I remember this view, but in the light of day, completely sober it's so much better. He’s incredibly fit and strong.
His erection bobs and I press my legs tightly together in anticipation. Leaning over my body, he is careful to hook the edges of my shorts and slowly drags them down and over my legs. I allow my legs to part, giving him the view that I know will push him over the edge.
But when he drops to his knees, and grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, I know I am the one that is about to see stars.
CHAPTERTWENTY
Tyler
From the first swipe of my tongue Amara’s entire body trembles. She is addictive, I can’t seem to get enough. She’s perfect in every way possible, even with all her crazy.
Pushing my hips forward once again, her body arches off the bed and I know she is close. She’s gripping me so tight, her legs wrapped around my waist urging me on and I can barely hold it together.
She feelssogood.
“Yes,” encouragement falls from her lips as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. She is so fucking beautiful. “Keep going,” as if I am about to stop. No fucking way!
