Page 54 of Mending Hearts

“We could arrange that,” I murmured, arching my hips, squirming with need. I dug my fingers into his hair. All day in bed with him sounded like the best day ever. I ran my hand along his shoulders, feeling the muscles contract and release. There wasn’t anything about him I didn’t like. To think I hesitated to sleep with him again, had honestly believed we wouldn’t fuck again. Being with him was so good; he wasso good.

When his finger dipped inside and his thumb circled my clit while he continued licking, I gripped the sheets as my body wound tight. My breathing was labored. “Please. Tyler, please.”

“What do you need, Mini?” His rough voice sent shivers down my spine. There was so much want in it, so much desire. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you inside me. I want to feel you inside me when I come.” I gripped his hair, encouraging him up. His jeans were still on, and I fumbled with the button.

When he backed off, I tried to reach for him.

“No, come back.”

He chuckled and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Our gazes locked when he shed his boxers. I curled my finger in a come-hither gesture, and he smirked before crawling along my body, kissing every inch as he worked his way back to my mouth.

“Have I scratched the itch yet?” he muttered in my ear.

“Close. So close,” I whimpered, reaching between us to stroke his silky length.

“Tell me how you want it.”

“Inside me,” I said.

“I got that part.” He kissed the side of my lips.

“I want to be so close to you I don’t know where you end, and I begin.”

He drew back and our gazes connected. He slid one hand under my head, and his other slipped under my butt, tipping my hips. I felt him brush against my entrance. For a moment, he scanned my face, and the room came alive with something more complicated than sexual attraction. I didn’t recognize the emotion, but I wanted to bask in the impliedtenderness, wanted to cling to it. I’d never been with someone who so obviously cared about me. Intoxicating.

He opened his mouth as though to speak and then shook his head before pressing his forehead against mine. “As close as we can get.” He angled his head and captured my lips as he drove into me, his hands adjusting our bodies until my clit brushed against him with each thrust.

When I arched my back, he met me, burying himself deeper, stroking longer. The rhythm was heaven, and the slow build inside made my toes tighten in anticipation.

“You feel so good.” My fingernails dug into his ass. “Don’t stop, okay? Just don’t stop.”

His pace was slow and glorious, each thrust propelling me closer to the edge. We were locked so tightly that we were slick with sweat, and the scent of jasmine filled my senses. I’d never smell it again and not think of him, of this.

“Tell me when you’re close, Mini.”

“Are you?” I spanned his back with my hands. The edge was there, just there.

“From the minute we came downstairs.” Our gazes locked, and he whispered, “All I think about is you.”

“Tyler,” I moaned. “Holy—I’m coming. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He drew me tighter, his rhythm steady, our lips finding each other as he swallowed my cries. I’d never had an orgasm so intimate, so connected. Despite my history, I’d always liked sex. But sex had never been like this.

His cheek was pressed to mine, and his labored breath was in my ear. “You feel so good. I can’t—”

“It’s okay.” My fingers wound into his hair. “I want youto come inside me.”

And then he was kissing me again as a tremor rocked through him, and I felt him pulsing inside, spilling a seed that had already been planted.

If there was anything better than this feeling with him, I’d never experienced it before.

I traced figure eights on his chest and sighed with contentment. “So, if you’re a relationship guy and you don’t normally do the whole one-night stand thing, why did you sleep with me after the benefit concert?”

Ever since we’d cuddled up, the difference in all my sexual experiences kept playing in my mind. I understood sex could be this crazy connection between people, but I’d never felt it—until now, with him, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to go back to what sex had been before. Why would Tyler settle for the disconnected, if pleasurable, sex we had in my hotel room? There was no way that was good enough after experiencing something like what we’d just done.

He sighed and slipped one hand behind his head while the other rested on my hip, keeping me snug. “My dad died a few days before the concert. I was staring down the path of my life, what it had become, and I wasn’t sure I liked what I saw.”

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