Well, that’s more like it.
I certainly wasn’t expecting a dirty-talking Ty. Nor was I complaining about it.
My head was buzzing. My vision a little blurry. But I wanted him something fierce.
“Okay, then,” I whispered as I reached in my purse and fumbled with the key. He took it from my hand. I reached up to touch my lips, still swollen from his kiss. Was this really happening?
I sure hoped so, because my lady bits were on high alert. I hadn’t known if all my parts were still working, but after this moment, there was no doubt.
I was like a cat in heat.
A dog with a bone.
Girl on fire.
I giggled at my thoughts as he pushed the door open.
“What’s so funny?” he asked as he closed the door behind him and turned me around to press me up against the door, as if he couldn’t wait one more minute to kiss me again.
“Nothing,” I said, biting down hard on my bottom lip. Searching his dark gaze.
God, I’d missed this boy.
Missed everything about him.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Ivy. I’ve thought about what I’d do if I ever had a chance to be with you again.”
“What would you do?” I whispered, because I needed to know. I couldn’t believe the way we were talking to one another. All this pent-up desire finally working its way to the surface.
“I’d kiss you first. I’d take my time. I’d drop to my knees and bury my face between your legs. That’s something you never let me do when we were in high school. But I wouldn’t take no for an answer this time. I’ve dreamed of tasting you for five years.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut.
He chuckled, his lips so close that his breath tickled my cheek. His mouth came over mine again, this time the kiss was softer. Sweeter. My lips parted in anticipation and his tongue slipped in. Tasting and exploring. The kiss grew deeper and more needy. He kissed me like his life depended on it, and I responded with the same need. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
I couldn’t get enough.
I was grinding up against him. I could feel how much he wanted me, as his erection pressed against my belly. I couldn’t get enough traction, and he reached behind me, his hands gripping my butt and lifting me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist as he took the kiss even deeper. He groaned into my mouth and his hands moved to my hips, helping me move up and down. Needing more. Faster and faster. I’d never felt such a sensation in my life. I pulled away and my head fell back as I cried out his name.
I was panting and gasping for air.
Holy hotness. What the hell just happened?
When I looked back up, he was watching me, and the heat in his eyes would bring me to my knees on a normal day, but I doubted I could even stand on my own right now.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered.
I couldn’t think clearly. I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening. Before I could process anything, he slid me down his body, my feet hitting the ground. He kissed me again before pulling away and dropping to his knees.
Oh my gosh.
He reached for the hem of my pencil skirt and pushed it up to my waist, before his fingers moved beneath the lace of my panties, and he slid them down my legs.
“I’m going to make up for five years of want, Ivy.”
I nodded. I couldn’t breathe. I looked up at the ceiling as he spread my legs apart and buried his head between my thighs. I’d never thought I’d be comfortable with this, and my mind was racing with the last time I got waxed. I wondered if those were my pretty panties that he’d pulled down my legs.
And then all thoughts left my mind as his tongue swiped across my most sensitive area.
“Ty,” I whisper-hissed.
“I know, baby. Just let me make you feel good.”
My hips started to move.
His lips. His tongue. His fingers.
Everything blurred together, as I let go of every worry. I just wanted to be in the moment, because I knew it wouldn’t last forever.
So I was going to enjoy this.
My hands moved to his hair, gripping it as I bucked against his mouth.
“So fucking sweet,” he whispered against me.
And that was it. Everything went black for a moment, before stars lit behind my eyes in a massive explosion. I called out his name again, as I rode out every bit of pleasure. And Ty stayed right there. Gripping my hips as his mouth continued its torture as I came back down to planet earth.
I stopped moving and let go of his hair that I’d tugged so hard my fingers were aching.
He pulled my skirt back down and moved to his feet. His mouth shiny with remnants of me there, his eyes dancing with desire, and I’d never seen anything sexier.
“Hey,” he whispered, as he brushed the hair away from my face. “How do you feel?”
“I feel really good.” I laughed, and it was husky and unrecognizable.
He lifted me into his arms, carrying me like a baby. “Come on, let’s go get some rest.”
It had to be dinnertime by now, because we’d been at the diner for hours. But none of that mattered. I didn’t want to say goodbye.
“Are you leaving?” I asked, and I didn’t miss the panic in my voice.
“Hell no. I’m not going anywhere, Ivy. I’ll be right here for the next week and a half, until you kick my ass to the curb.”
“My room is the first door on the left,” I said, my arms coming around his neck and my head settling against his chest.
“Your house is really cute.”
“Thank you. I’m trying to put my touch on it. It’ll take some time to do everything I want, but I’m not in a hurry.”
He stepped into my bedroom and set me on the bed. Placing my head on the pillow. He pulled off my heels and then slipped off his shoes before climbing in. He didn’t go around to the other side of the bed, almost as if he didn’t want to be that far from me. He climbed right over me and turned me to face him.
“I haven’t slept good in so long, and the idea of having you here with me is the most settled I’ve felt since the day I left. I’ve been in survival mode for so long, Ive, I didn’t even realize that I wasn’t living. But being here with you, it feels like I’m living again.”
A few tears streamed down my face as I looked at him. I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek. He used his thumbs to swipe away my tears.