Page 63 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
A sigh escapes before the words tumble out. "Yes, but not... everything. And I don't know, somehow this matters. He matters."
"Oh, honey," Sylas's voice softens. "You're falling for Fratty McHotbody, aren't you?"
Before I can answer, there's a knock at the door. My heart jumps into my throat.
"He's here." My whisper states what's painfully obvious.
"Then hang up on me, you idiot! And remember?—"
"I know, I know. Use protection."
"I was going to say 'have fun,' but that too. I'll be home after noon, and I'm desperate for all the dirty details!"
Ending the call, I straighten as air fills my lungs in one long, steadying breath. Nerves ambush me, clashing with the anticipation that's been building between us for weeks. When I open the door and see Tyler standing there with takeout and that smile, the one that feels like it's just for me, my nerves melt away into something else, something I'm more sure of. This is Tyler, after all. With him, everything feels right.
"Hey," he says, leaning in to kiss me softly. "I brought dinner. Though food might not have been what you had in mind."
Laughing, my hands reach out to Tyler, pulling him inside. "Food is perfect. We've got all night."
The privacy of my apartment feels fantastic after weeks of sneaking around at his frat house, always knowing his brothers were just outside his door, always having to keep quiet. Here, there's no need to muffle the sounds I make when his teeth graze my neck or his fingers tighten on my hip.
Leaving the food in the kitchen, we head straight for my bedroom. Tyler's weight presses me into my mattress, his lips moving desperately against mine as if he's trying to memorize the shape of my mouth. We've been making out for what feels like hours, both of us shirtless, his jeans unzipped but still on, my sweatpants riding dangerously low on my hips.
"God, you taste good," Tyler murmurs against my collarbone, his voice already ragged. "Like how sunshine wouldtaste if it was a flavour."
"That doesn't make any sense." But I can feel my face warming in delight.
"I know," he admits, propping himself up on his elbows to look at me. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide. "My brain doesn't work right when I'm around you. All I can think about is touching you, tasting you."
His honesty sends heat coursing through me. That's another thing I'm learning about Tyler: he narrates everything, his thoughts spilling out unfiltered, especially when we're like this. Tyler can't stop telling me what he's feeling and thinking, while Ryan always keeps everything locked up tight.
"I love how you say exactly what you're thinking," I tell him, running my hands down his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath his skin.
"Too much?" he asks, suddenly looking uncertain.
"No," my voice firm as I pull him down for another kiss. "Perfect."
His hands explore my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that makes me arch into his touch.
"Your body is ridiculous," he says reverently. "You don't even know, do you? How beautiful you are."
Under his praise, blood rushes to my face faster than a code blue response, making words impossible to find. Part of me still can't believe we're here, that this gorgeous man is looking at me like I'm something precious.
"I want you," my voice is quiet but firm against his lips, deciding directness is the best approach. "All of you."
Tyler pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "You mean...?"
"If you're ready," I suddenly worry that I'm pushing him too fast. "We don't have to?—"
"I'm ready," he interrupts, his voice certain. "I've beenthinking about it. About you. I want this, Ethan. I want you."
The sincerity in his eyes makes my chest ache. "I want you too," my voice is soft. "So much."
His kiss turns deeper, more purposeful. His hands slide down to the waistband of my sweatpants, hesitating.
"Can I?"
Nodding, I lift my hips to help as he pulls them down, leaving me in just my boxers. The outline of my erection is visible through the thin fabric, and Tyler's eyes widen slightly.
