Part 17 (1/2)

”You just love your mom and don't want her upset.”

He spoke the truth, but in a voice I didn't like. Even if I thought my mom would understand, I still felt the need to do this one last thing for her, when given the circ.u.mstances of how I was raised, she had asked so little of me. I swallowed a lump in my throat. His anger dissipated even though I could still feel the thumping of his heart.

”I want you,” I said softly, pressing into him further. ”It's just complicated right now.”

One of his hands reached out and snagged me around the waist. He pulled me toward him until we were chest to chest and I had to tilt my head up to look at him. His chin dipped down and his eyebrows bunched together.

”I won't be hidden from them this time, Blue. I can't play that game again.”

”You won't be,” I a.s.sured him. ”I told Malik there was someone else in my life, anyway. It will get back to my parents soon, I'm sure.”

Moments pa.s.sed before he blew out another breath, visibly expelling his tension. Then his lips pressed against my forehead.

”Let's go.” He turned, his hand still on my back, and began pus.h.i.+ng me toward the bedroom. When I glanced at him, an eyebrow raised in question at his sudden s.h.i.+ft in demeanor, one edge of his lips kicked up. ”I have some work to do so that come Sat.u.r.day, the only man you're thinking about, the only man you're wanting, is me.”

My breath caught in my throat as I let him guide me down the hall. I could have told him that whatever happened tonight or Sat.u.r.day or anything in between would be pointless, because the only man I'd ever wanted was right next to me.

But a bigger part of me wanted to see exactly what he felt the need to show me.

Chapter 14.

By the time we reached his room, my body was buzzing like a live wire. Tyson didn't say much as he walked me toward the bed and spun me around slowly until I faced him. The light from the hallway hit our profiles, giving me only an idea of the look in his eyes.

They were dark and angry, and full of want, too.

I hesitated as his eyes slowly trailed down the length of my body before pausing on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and lifting back up meet my gaze.

”Stop chewing on your cheek,” he admonished and brushed his thumb against the side of my face.

I didn't realize I was doing it, but as soon as he touched me, my lips parted, letting go of the abused flesh.

”Better,” he murmured and ran one hand down my cheek and then ran both down my shoulders to the tips of my fingers.

Pleasured b.u.mps rose on my skin, leaving a trail of desire and need following his soft touch. I lost track of everything else I wanted to tell him, actual good news that might have made him smile instead of frown like he was still doing, when his hand fell to hem of my s.h.i.+rt. He lifted it and pulled it off my body slowly, then dropped his hands to my back and undid my bra strap. I quivered under his touch as he gently slid the straps down my arms and dropped the bra at my feet.

”Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with l.u.s.t. His hands continued moving, fingers undoing the b.u.t.ton and zipper at the waistband of my wide-leg black trousers before he let go. They fell to the ground and pooled at my ankles. I lifted my feet, kicking them off. Tyson's lips dropped to mine as soon as I did. His tongue slid across my lips and I opened to him.

I had no other choice.

It was always him.

As our tongues slid together, he pushed me backward and down until I fell to the bed and then continued pus.h.i.+ng me until I was lying down. He pulled away from our kiss, trailing his lips down my flesh until his lips found my nipple. As soon as his tongue swirled around the hard tip, my fingers flew to his hair.

”Tyson,” I groaned, arching into him.

He pulled and tugged, causing my hips to arch and writhe against him. He was wearing only athletic shorts and a T-s.h.i.+rt, and I could feel his erection press against my center as I moved.

It felt delicious.

Perfect.

”Want to taste you,” he murmured, moving down my abdomen, pausing only to press his lips against my navel. His fingers dug into my underwear and he removed them, dropping to his knees on the floor while he slid them off my legs and ankles.

”Lay back,” he ordered.

I loosened my grip on his hair and complied, lying down until I was propping myself up on my elbows. Before I was able to blink, his mouth brushed against my core and he inhaled my scent before pressing his lips just above my pubic area.

”So f.u.c.king beautiful. Hated not knowing where you went, where you were. Ten f.u.c.king years and I always wondered, even when I tried not to.”

My breath caught in my throat as he spoke. We hadn't spoken much about when I left since the night we had ice cream and walked along the riverfront. I had no idea he still thought of that time. My heart stung inside my chest when he closed his eyes and inhaled again, sliding his tongue around my sensitive bud.

”Holy s.h.i.+t,” I gasped, dropping my head back to the bed. My arms slid out from underneath me and my fingers dug into the bed sheets. ”Tyson.”

His name. It was all I could think. It was all I could say. All other words escaped me, but I continued chanting his name when he gripped my backside in his large, warm palms and pressed my s.e.x directly to his mouth.

And then he devoured me.

His tongue slid in and around my folds, teasing me until I became a whimpering mess. He murmured encouraging words, telling me how much he loved the taste of me, spurring me on as my hips began bucking against his mouth. He slid his tongue to my c.l.i.t and flicked it back and forth, loosening his hold on me to slide two fingers into my wet flesh.

”So perfect. Love the way you taste.”

I moaned loudly, highly aware that I was shameless with the need to be closer to him.

”Tyson,” I gasped, as my o.r.g.a.s.m began tightening in my inner thighs. The heat and tremors spread to my stomach and down to my core until I couldn't contain myself. The pleasure was explosive and I felt every part of me clenching and convulsing around his fingers and tongue while he threw me over the edge of abandon with his sure movements.

”Amazing,” I muttered, one arm thrown over my eyes. My body still trembled from his heated touch when he stood up and wrapped my ankles around his back. I popped my eyes open, dropping my arm to see Tyson grinning at me.

It was full of arrogance and c.o.c.kiness.

I grinned. ”Yes?”

One side of his lips twitched up. ”You didn't think we were done, did you?”

”I don't know if I can take more,” I admitted, my cheeks flushed from my o.r.g.a.s.m and embarra.s.sment. He laughed softly, reaching into a drawer of his nightstand. I watched every moment as he tore the foil with his teeth and rolled on a condom.

Excitement began to build all over just from watching his fluid movements.

When he was done, he pulled me toward him until my backside hung off the edge of the bed. Standing to his full height, he adjusted me, moving my ankles behind his back, lifting my hips off the bed.

He wrapped one hand around his hard and thick shaft, his gaze focused on my center.

”You can take more,” he a.s.sured me with a teasing glint in his eyes.

He proved it by sliding the tip of his erection against my entrance, gathering moisture before sliding inside.

”Tighten those ankles around me,” he said, leaning forward to grab onto my hips with both hands. He pulled my bottom up to meet him until my body was angled for him. He slid in all the way, filling me and stretching me until he was fully sheathed inside me. Everything inside me ached for more, even though I felt overwhelmed.