Page 107 of Wild About You
His eyes bulge and his back goes straight. “Well, hello, wet dreams.”
I resist the urge to move and let him take in every inch of my body in this seriously amazing lingerie. His throat works and his gaze finally makes it back to my face. That’s my cue.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his hips. “You’re not dreaming. I missed you too.”
His hands caress my waist, and he drags his long fingers over the white material. “I spent so much time thinking about us while I was gone.”
My pulse races as I watch his green eyes lighten. He looks like he’s just about to speak again, so I crush my lips to his and fight the tears stinging the back of my eyelids.
His shock only lasts a second before he’s meeting the kiss with everything he has. My seduction attempt quickly turns into his show as he flips us so he’s on top. Then again, a good seduction should push him to action so maybe I’ve won after all.
I don’t care. As his hands roam over the lingerie and his tongue tangles with mine, I just know that I will do whatever it takes to show him how perfect we are together. He might not have tried to make a relationship work with other people while we were apart, but I did. And although my attempts were half-hearted, I have to believe that if someone else would have come along and made me feel even half as alive as he does, I would have jumped at another chance at happiness.
“How do I get this thing off?” he asks, nipping at my lower lip and running his big hands along the lacy material at my stomach.
I lean back and pull the straps down one by one. He buries his head in my neck and breathes me in and something locks into place.
I get it. I understand what’s happening. I’m embarrassed it took me as long as it did. Tyler doesn’t want to break up with me. He never did. Not four years ago and not now. He thinks he isn’t capable of being what I need or deserve or… I don’t even know because it blows my mind.
He’s always the first one to give up what he wants or needs for the people he loves. He thinks I’m giving up going to a great college because he’s here and going means we’d be long-distance…again.
The realization of what he’s doing is as annoying as it is touching. We. Belong. Together.
And he damn well knows it, but still he’s doing it again—making decisions for me based on what he thinks I want when what I want is him. What Ineedis him.
That’s why he brought me back the college T-shirt and is trying to push me away. He wants me to have everything.
Stupid, stubborn, amazing man. Everything is nothing without him.
After a world-class performance, thank you very much Jade for the inspiration, I lie next to Tyler waiting for him to start the talk he said we needed to have.
Knowing he’s pushing me away for what he perceives as my benefit, doesn’t make it any easier to figure out how to stop him. In fact, I’d say it’s harder because no matter what I say, he probably won’t believe me. Which means I need to show him how great we are instead of telling him. He just needs a little reminder. Or a lot of little reminders.
“You said you wanted to talk,” I say by way of guiding us to the topic.
“Yeah.” He shifts.
I sit up and place my hand over his heart. I wish I could zap him with my touch, get through his stubborn head and make him understand just how much he means to me. “But before you say what I think you’re going to say, can you just not?”
One dark brow lifts and his lips curve up.
“It’s a rare week that you don’t have any away games, Everly’s rehearsal schedule is intense leading up to the show, and I have a big week at school. I’m running lessons every day this week.” My stomach clenches with nerves at the reminder of that. “It’s just been a lot lately and I’m craving a little calm, so please, can we save any serious conversations until Friday and spend this week enjoying each other in all the moments in between the chaos?”
He cups the back of my head and lets his fingers glide down over my hair. “Yeah, Pipes. Whatever you need.”
What I need is to figure out how to use every second of this week to make him realize that the best thing for the both of us is to be together.
36
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND DON’T MESS IT UP
TYLER
“How often doyou and Scarlett have sex?”
Leo’s brows raise and Declan almost spits out his beer.
Ash cackles and rubs his hands together. “Finally, some good happy hour conversation.”
