Page 44 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
"It's not nothing." His thumb traces the marks Ryan's fingers left. "Did he hurt you anywhere else?"
Shaking my head, I'm fighting the lump in my throat. Why am I getting emotional now? I'm safe. I'm fine.
"Hey," Tyler says softly, tipping mychin up. "You're okay now."
And just like that, I'm not fine at all. A tremor runs through me. "He's never... that was the first time he's ever..."
Tyler pulls me against his chest, and I go willingly, pressing my face into the solid warmth of him. His arms around me feel like a safe place.
"I've got you," he murmurs into my hair. "I've got you."
I don't know how long we stand like that, but gradually, the trembling subsides. When I pull back slightly, our faces are inches apart. His eyes drop to my mouth.
"Can I...?" he asks.
Answering by rising on my toes, pressing my lips to his. What starts as comfort quickly flares into something more hungry. His hands slide under my shirt, warm against my back and lower, making me arch into him.
"Is this okay?" he asks between kisses. "If you need to stop?—"
"Don't you dare.” My breath is hot against his mouth.
We stumble towards the bed, still kissing. My hands find the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward. He breaks the kiss long enough to let me pull it over his head. I take a moment to admire his chest, broad, defined, and beautiful.
"Your turn," he says with a smile that's both shy and eager.
Lifting my arms, I help him remove my shirt. His eyes darken as they roam over my torso.
"You're gorgeous," he says, tracing a finger down my sternum.
"Says the literal Greek god," I reply, heat filling my cheeks.
He pulls me close again, skin against skin now, and the sensation makes us both gasp. His hands explore my back, my shoulders, as we kiss deeper, tongues sliding together.When his hips press against mine, I can feel how hard he is through his jeans.
"God, Ethan," he breathes against my neck, his voice rough with need. "You feel amazing."
The way his body responds to my touch, the slight tremors when my fingers trace his spine, the way his breath catches when I kiss that spot below his ear — is intoxicating. I might be the less experienced one in most of my relationships, but this is different. Tyler is discovering all of this for the first time, and the wonder in his eyes when he looks at me makes something warm bloom in my chest.
"Is this okay?" he asks between kisses, constantly checking to make sure he's doing the right thing.
"More than okay," I assure him, guiding his hand to my waist. "I like showing you what feels good."
His pupils dilate further at my words, and the flash of vulnerability mixed with desire on his face gives me a rush I wasn't expecting.
There is a surge of confidence. I want to make this good for him, to be the one to show him how incredible this can be.
I break the kiss, moving my lips to his neck, his collarbone. "Can I try something?" I murmur against his skin.
"Anything," he breathes, his hands threaded in my hair.
Sinking to my knees in front of him, I look up to gauge his reaction. His eyes widen, pupils blown with desire.
"You don't have to," he says quickly, though I can see the want written all over his face.
"I know. I want to." I run my hands up his thighs. "Is that okay?"
He nods, speechless.
Maintaining eye contact as I unbutton his jeans, I slowly lower the zipper. His breath hitches audibly when Ihook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and boxers, tugging them down just enough to free him.
