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Things would go back to normal and they’d be fine. Everything would be fine. And he’d almost managed to convince himself of that by the time he followed her to the motel room, opened the door, and found her standing there, still totally and completely naked, waiting for him with so much desire in her eyes that he knew there was no going back.
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Every nerve ending in Ashtyn’s body sparked and sizzled as she ran the towel over her body in the bathroom of the motel room, trying to dry off a little bit before Tyler joined her. She was plenty wet in all the right places and the rough towel on her sensitive skin only heightened her desire. She had never felt this out of control, this wild, or this wanton.
She wanted Tyler and she’d made the first move. She’d kissed him and it had felt like the strangest mix of familiarity and newness, of safety and panic. Kissing Tyler had felt like free-falling but it hadn’t left her scared, only exhilarated because she knew one hundred percent, without a doubt, that he would catch her.
He might barely be more to her than a stranger but she felt like she knew him and more importantly, that he knew her. They were different in so many ways but they had more in common than they’d realized too. They both just wanted to live their life on their own terms, without their families telling them who and how to be. Like her, Tyler was a little bit damaged underneath all those sexy muscles and beautiful tattoos and she wanted to soothe his rough edges. He’d become important to her in such a short amount of time. He’d let her lean on him and he’d supported her and cheered her on. He ignited the fire inside of her and she thought maybe she could be the balm for the fire inside him.
They fit. Even if it was just for tonight. Even if it was just for today and tomorrow and neither of them had any idea what came next. She wanted him and he wanted her and that was enough.
She turned as the door to the motel room opened behind her and her breath caught when she saw Tyler step through and kick it shut behind him quickly. His eyes went wide and she thought she registered surprise on his handsome face before he broke his gaze away. She wasn’t sure why he was surprised to find her naked and waiting for him in the bedroom, considering that was where he’d told her to go, but when his eyes raked her from top to bottom and he licked his lips, she moved towards him.
“Tyler…?” She frowned at the jeans he’d put back on and reached for the button as she got close only to have his hands snap up and catch her wrists.
“You didn’t change your mind?” his voice was as rough as gravel and his gaze searched her face for something she didn’t understand.
“About you and me? No.” She moved a step closer, forcing him to pull her hands up against his chest as she invaded his space. “I told you, I want you, Tyler.”
He groaned when she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his chest, “We should talk about this.”
“Why? So you can tell me it’s a bad idea again?”
“Exactly.”
She pulled back enough to look up at him, “The only talking I need tonight, is adult in nature.”
He groaned when she tipped her face up and nibbled on his jaw. She noticed he hadn’t pulled away. Not once. Not in all the time he’d been talking about doubts and putting a stop to this. He wanted her and he wasn’t pushing her away.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t I?” She smirked, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, “Fuck me, Tyler. I want to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, going deep, deeper than anyone’s ever been before. I’m so wet and empty. Fill me up. I ache and only you can make it better.”
Tyler sounded like he choked on the air in his lungs and his head jerked back enough to look down at her, eyes wide, pupils blown, “Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?”
“Movies.” She gave a dismissive shoulder shrug.
“Porn you mean?”
She teased, rubbing her body against his, “Are you surprised the sweet little princess you were imagining is into dirty talk?”
“I was wrong.” he groaned, releasing her wrists and allowing his hands to dive into her damp hair. “You’re not a princess. You’re a fucking goddess.”
His mouth crashed down on hers and Ashtyn would have smiled with triumph if his tongue hadn’t already been forcing her mouth open and delving deep to tangle with her own. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him. She wanted to climb him and he seemed to sense what she wanted because even as his tongue stroked and licked and teased her mouth, he slid his big hands to her thighs and lifted her off the ground so she could wrap her legs around him.
It was an all-new sensation with the roughness of his jeans between them but she clung to him and kissed him with every ounce of desire that she’d been harboring. His hands cupped her ass, kneading the mounds of flesh as he sucked on her tongue, and she was so caught up in the sensations that she didn’t realize they were moving until he broke the kiss and began to lean down, lowering her to the bed.
She grinned up at him, thankful he hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on. The sight of him looming above her with his dark hair glistening, his blue eyes blazing, and all of those sexy muscles and tattoos on display was enough to make her core throb with need. The sheets were cool beneath her backside and she was thankful she’d thought ahead enough to drag the comforter off the moment she returned to the room. The sheets were likely the cleanest thing in the motel room and she enjoyed the sensation of their coolness on her back as Tyler’s hard, hot body caged her in beneath him.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” he muttered, leaning close and kissing on her jaw, her chin, her throat. “I’ve been hard for days. Wanting you. Wanting this. It’s not going to be slow and sweet.”
“Good. Because I don’t want slow and sweet.” She met his gaze and raised a challenging eyebrow, “I told you already. I want you to fuck me, Tyler.”
“That mouth.” he groaned, “Gonna be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go.” She was still grinning when he moved back to her lips, biting at them and making her gasp. “Tyler, please.”
“Please what?” He sucked at her bottom lip, licking at the stinging spot his teeth had left behind.
