Page 39 of Be With Me

Chapter 13

Tyler

Fuck.

Fuck!

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to break through my ribcage. I fought back the freak out that was trying to make its way to the surface.

It just happened again.

I’d blacked out completely. Just for a few seconds was my best guess since I was still sitting here at Ailee’s table with her.

But it had happened.

All I remembered was Ailee talking about what a shithead her ex had been. Something started buzzing around in my head. No, not buzzing. More like a growl. A man’s growl. At first, I’d thought it was me, and I tried to stop, but then I’d realized I wasn’t making any noise. It was all in my head. A shiver ran down my spine. Then my head got all foggy, and I was being shoved over by something—or someone—else. It sounded fucking crazy remembering, but this was the first time I was aware of one of my episodes coming on like that.

“Tyler, what was that?”

I focused on Ailee. I was gripping her hand like a lifeline. “Sorry,” I mumbled as I relaxed my fingers. But I didn’t let go. Not completely. I felt like she was the only thing anchoring me to this world.

“Tyler, you’re scaring me a little.”

“No, no. Don’t be scared.” I scooted my chair closer to her. I needed to feel her against me. “Don’t be scared,” I repeated as I wrapped my free hand around hers. “Kiss me, Ailee. Please.”

Her blue eyes were full of questions as they travelled over my face, trying to find answers I couldn’t give her right now.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

After a brief pause, she did, closing the distance between us and touching her lips to mine. Her lips were warm and sweet from the tea, the taste and textures of her mouth beginning to feel so familiar to me. She brushed her lips along mine once, twice, and again, before she pulled away to study me with blue eyes darkened to stormy gray.

It was so fucking hard to hold myself back. But I did. I stayed where I was and let her decide what she wanted to do. I didn’t think about anything. Especially not about the fuck show that had just happened in my head. I concentrated on Ailee and only on Ailee.

My patience was rewarded when she leaned back in and kissed me again. A little harder this time. And my heart began to pound when I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lower lip. A shy taste. I groaned, tightening my hand in her hair, and pulled her in closer to me as I deepened the kiss.

I kissed her for what felt like hours, one hand in her soft hair and the other entwined with her fingers. Emptying my head until I couldn’t think of anything but feeling her skin against mine. Of what she would taste like if I laid her back on this rickety old table and spread her legs wide. Of what her body would feel like in my hands. Of how tight she would squeeze me if I bent her over and slid as deep as I could go.

My cock, already thick and hard, swelled even more with the fresh surge of blood. I stood up, bringing her with me, my lips never leaving hers, and pressed her palm against the bulge in my pants so she could feel what she did to me. She rubbed along my length, gripping me in her small hand.

I couldn’t breathe.

Breaking off the kiss, I leaned my forehead against hers. She was breathing hard. As hard as I was. Her fingers squeezed me gently, and I almost came in my jeans. “Ailee, I need you.” It was a desperate plea. Raw honesty. “Please, tell me you want to be with me, too.”

I felt her head moving before I heard the words. “I do.” A soft sound. Almost like a sob. “Tyler, I do.”

“Where?”

I didn’t need to explain my question. Raising her head, her blue eyes clashed with mine, and I wondered if I looked as strung out as I felt.

Ailee took my hand and led me back to her room. She started to close the door, but I stopped her, shaking my head. “Leave it.” With the door open, a little light from the kitchen came in. Not too much, but just enough. Because when I took off her clothes—which I wanted to do as soon as possible—I wanted to see her. Every single womanly inch of her.

Before she could think too much about it, I turned her toward me. Eyes on her face, I gripped the bottom of her sweater and raised it, exposing the pale skin of her stomach. She lifted her arms, and I pulled it up and off. Her bra was blue and made out of some kind of smooth material. I cupped one of her breasts in my palm, feeling the weight, and felt her nipple harden beneath the pad of my thumb.

Ailee kicked off her shoes, and I did the same, then I grabbed the back of my shirt with one hand and pulled it over my head. I tossed it on the floor on top of hers. Without her shoes on, she barely came up to my shoulders.

Her eyes dropped to my chest, and I let her look. As much as I worked out for photo shoots, I still thought of myself as an average guy. But the way she was looking at me made me feel like I was one of those nude statues.

Only with tats and a bigger dick.

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