Page 49 of Be With Me

My hands went to the bottom of his shirt and started wriggling it up and off. He growled low in his throat when it forced him to release me. I pushed the hat off his head and dropped it. His dark hair stuck up all over, and it was so damn sexy.

“I missed you,” I told him again, and I meant it. I missed this Tyler. This man who looked at me like he hungered for me more than air, who touched me like he couldn’t get close enough, and made me feel like the only woman on earth. Or, at least, the only woman for him. I don’t know where he’d gone after our date at the casino, but I’d missed him so damn much.

He cupped my cheek tenderly even as he pressed his hard length against my stomach. “Ailee,” he whispered. “We need to talk.”

“I’d rather do what we’re doing,” I told him. My hands roved over his hard body. Over the tattoos on one side of his chest and upper arms. Whatever he wanted to talk about could wait. I needed this reconnection with him. I wanted to finish what we’d started at my apartment.

“Ailee…” His expression was pained.

I took off my shirt and dropped it on the new pile of clothes we were creating. “After,” I whispered. “Please, kiss me now.”

With a helpless sound, he did. Gently at first, his lips brushing the corners of my mouth, playing with my bottom lip, leaving a trail of heat along my jawline before returning to my mouth. Gathering my hair back into one hand, he pulled, tilting my head back so he could leave wet kisses down my throat.

He slid his other hand over my ass, squeezed, then went lower, brushing my core from behind with his fingertips and pulling one leg up to wrap around his hip. He lifted me easily, my other leg wrapping around him as he balanced me against the door. Bolts of desire shot all the way through to my limbs when he rolled his hips. He was so hard, so strong, I could barely breathe for wanting him.

Still holding me wrapped around him, he jerked me up into him and took me to my room. I felt a brief jolt of fear he was going to run out on me again, but it was gone by the time he sat on the side of the bed with me on his lap. Reaching around me, he undid his boots one at a time and kicked them off. And then his mouth was on me again, leaving wet heat everywhere he touched.

His thumb brushed the underside of my breast and I pushed him back onto the bed. He laid back, watching me as I unhooked my bra and slid the straps down my arms. His eyes latched onto my chest and his breath stopped as my breasts were freed. Catching them in his hands, he squeezed my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

My head fell back and I arched my spine, shamelessly pushing harder into his palms as I moved my hips, rubbing against his hard length. I needed him inside of me. I needed him with me. This woman I became when I was with him, I didn’t know where she came from, but I really liked her. She wasn’t shy. Wasn’t ashamed of her body. She held the power, even as he played her like an instrument and made her weak with need.

With a growl, he sat up and took a nipple in his mouth. I held onto his strong shoulders, watching him. There was a flash of white teeth as he nipped at me, then pulled me closer, sucking the hard nub into his mouth as he teased it with his tongue. One hand slid down the back of my pants, gripping my bare ass. The other arm held me prisoner to him.

I’d never felt as sexy as I did when I was in Tyler’s arms.

With a surge of muscle, he flipped me over onto my back on the bed. The power in his body was nothing short of amazing. He stood above me, his eyes roving over my half nude form before he bent down with a show of rippling abs and began pulling off my yoga pants. I wore nothing beneath.

When my pants joined the rest of our clothes on the floor, he undid his jeans and shoved them and his boxer briefs down over his lean hips and muscular legs. I couldn’t take my eyes from him. He was beautiful, like a wild animal was beautiful. Sleek and powerful and fully aroused.

He took himself in his hand as he watched me, biting his bottom lip. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “I just want to look at you for a minute.”

I felt heat creep up my chest and neck, but I forced myself to lie still as he grabbed a condom from his jeans and rolled it on. He didn’t touch me, but he didn’t need to. I was about to come just from the intensity of his stare and the raw need vibrating from his body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ailee.” His voice was full of what I could only call wonder. “So fucking perfect.” A shadow of pain crossed his face, and he shook his head slightly. His lips moved, saying something I couldn’t hear, but then he was lifting me higher into the bed and his weight was pressing me down into the mattress. My body cradled his perfectly as he kissed me hard.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my lips. And then he was sliding inside of me, pushing deep, filling me.

I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to apologize, I was more than ready. But he was moving, pumping in and out with long, hard strokes, one hand beneath my hips to lift me to him and an elbow braced beside my head. His eyes met mine and held me, more intimately than our bodies.

A sob rose in my throat, I was so overwhelmed with it all, like our souls were touching.

“Is this real?” he whispered. I saw a flash of fear, and I held him tighter, but he pulled away from me.

“No!” I called out before I stop myself.

But he just smiled and crawled down my body, taking me with his mouth.

I cried out, my hands fisting the blankets as my orgasm hit me hard and fast. Tyler groaned—a sexy sound of masculine satisfaction—as he devoured me with his tongue and lips and teeth, biting the inside of my thigh before surging over me and pushing inside as my muscles contracted around him, squeezing, holding him tight within me.

His hands wrapped around my wrists, holding them above my head as he shifted over me until he was hitting my clit with every thrust. “Ailee.” My name was a moan of pleasure. “Come for me again, sweetheart. Come with me.”

I lost my breath as my body responded to his words. He swelled inside of me as he gave in to his own needs, pounding into me, my cries mixing with his own as I felt the waves of another orgasm building, higher and higher, until they crashed over the edge, my body convulsing hard beneath him as he pushed deep, his head dropping to my shoulder, his body shuddering over me.

We stayed like that as we caught our breath. Then he released my wrists and rolled off of me, pulling me on top of him and cradling my head against his chest.

Neither of us spoke as he played with my hair, spreading it across his bare skin and rubbing the ends between his fingers. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to ruin this moment. Didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

My nervousness from earlier returned in a sudden rush.

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