Page 36 of For Always
He wished like hell it was as simple as saying ready, set, go and jumping into bed with her. A few weeks ago, that may have been the case. He would have gladly ripped her clothes off and thrust deep inside her without any words other than consent. Tonight, things were different.
She stood at the foot of his bed, her arms behind her back, feet bare, and hair a tangled mess haloing her face.
When he’d come back into his room Tyler had switched on the lamp on the nightstand beside his bed. So there was a golden hue surrounding her, making her appear almost ethereal. Tyler closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and released it slowly before opening them again.
“We agreed there was an attraction between us. We’ve spent weeks getting to know each other. You were ready first. You said you would wait for me to come to you. I’m here,” she said. “I’m ready.”
“What about Austin?”
The words were tough to speak because Tyler didn’t know if he really wanted to hear the answer. If she told him that she was in love with another man at this very moment, he wouldn’t like it. He’d live with it, but he wouldn’t like it at all.
She didn’t speak immediately, but the look on her face said it all. Shock, trepidation, annoyance and then resolve.
“You whispered his name when you regained consciousness,” he told her before she could ask him how he knew the name. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he’d done any type of background check on her, beyond the Google search they’d both admitted performing on each other.
“Austin and I broke up months go,” she stated slowly, evenly. “I don’t know why I would have whispered his name.”
“Are you still in love with him?”
“No. If I was, I wouldn’t be here asking you to make love to me.”
And he wouldn’t be standing there trying to keep a tight rein on his desire.
“I know what I want, Tyler. I know who I’m with.”
She grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and lifted it up and over her head.
Tyler watched the material fall to the floor and then he looked at those white painted toe nails once more. They were the first part of Gabriella Bennett he’d ever seen. His gaze traveled upward past the bronzed skin of her calves, to the smooth curve of her thighs, and the puff of her mound covered in a wisp of pink lace.
There were no more words. No more excuses or explanations. Nothing mattered now except kissing her.
With that thought he closed the space between them cupping her face in his hands and tilting his head to touch his mouth to hers. Her arms immediately circled his neck as she returned his kiss with fervor. Damn, he loved kissing her. There was no hesitancy whenever their lips touched. Only the instant flicker to the flame that hummed constantly between them. Her blunt nails scrapped his scalp as her hands moved through his hair.
He needed more than just this kiss, this time. He needed to touch her, everywhere. His hands moved down her body, his skin singed by the heat of her skin so soft and pliant beneath his palms. He grasped the mound of her breast, groaning as his tongue continued to stroke over hers. Her nipple was already pebble hard and his dick jumped each time it rubbed against his palm. She tugged at his hair and Tyler moaned.
With her body flush against his, Tyler lifted her, her thighs parting, legs clasping around his waist. He carried her around to the side of the bed where he turned and sat on the edge. He tore his mouth away from hers only long enough to lick along the line of her neck, his tongue tracing a wet trail down her skin until the dark circle of her nipple was in his mouth. He sucked her deep, while palming the other breast. She arched her back, pressing her already damp mound against his abs.
“You taste like honey,” he grumbled as he moved from one breast to the next. “The sweetest fuckin’ honey.”
And Tyler gorged on her, loving the sounds coming from her as well as the way her hands moved over him. From his hair down to his neck, to where her blunt-tipped nails now scraped over his back. He couldn’t get enough.
He moved fast, flipping her from his lap to lay her back on the bed, then immediately lifting her legs, so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. Tyler tore that pretty little piece of pink fabric away and licked the clean-shaved curve of her mound. Her knees fell down and she opened like the petals of the prettiest blossom before him.
His mouth was on her flesh before he could think of another word to say. It didn’t matter, no words would have accurately described how sweet it was to run his tongue along her plump folds, lapping the thick rivulets of her essence hungrily.
“Tyler.”
She whispered his name.
He’d heard it and wanted desperately to hear it again. So he licked her faster, slipping a finger into her entrance and moaning with the delectable tightness that gripped him. She squirmed beneath him. Lifting her hips to meet his mouth, her fingers grasping the sheets. He sucked the tight bud of her clit and she bucked off the bed, his name coming in a repeated litany that was like music to his ears.
Moments later, when she’d settled pliantly on the bed, Tyler kissed the inside of her thighs. He rubbed his hands up her torso and tweaked the still hard nipples of her breasts. As he raised up over her he thought she looked like a dream lying there. Her hair spread wildly over the sheets and her body beautifully naked. That sensation in his chest started to rise again, but the pressure of his almost painful arousal demanding to be set free from the constraints of his shorts won.
Tyler stepped back from the bed and pushed his shorts down his legs. He picked his wallet up from the nightstand and found a condom inside. Coming to stand at the edge of the bed between her open legs, their gazes locked as he rolled the condom over his length. When it was done, he waited. Not sure why, but he just did not move.
Until she lifted her arms from the bed, beckoning him to her as she said once more, “I’m ready.”
Gabriella wasn’t ready.
