"Soaked for me already," he rumbled, his one finger sliding upward, pressing into my clit, sending a shock of unexpected pleasure through my system.
Suddenly impatient, his hand slid up slightly, snagging my panties, dragging them downward hard enough that I heard a tear before they were free of my ass, and slid harmlessly down my thighs, legs. I stepped out of them on instinct just a second before I felt Ty's hand on my bare skin, tracing up my cleft, pressing into my clit without the barrier, something that seemed to steal all the strength out of my leg muscles.
Ty's other arm went across my belly, anchoring me to him as he worked my clit in achingly, torturously slow circles, driving my body up toward something it had only experienced from my own hands that, it seemed, were not as adequate because they never brought the havoc on my body like Ty's did.
My chest, already tight, got tighter. My breasts felt heavy. My nipples hardened enough that the brush of my bra sent off sizzles of need. The pressure on my lower stomach was impossible to ignore, demanding more, everything.
My hips rocked, trying to get there faster, trying to make him give me immediate relief from the clawing need growing stronger with each passing second.
"Ty, please," I begged, my nails digging crescents into the side of his neck, ones that would likely bruise, leave marks, something that seemed to excite me all the more. Marking him. Letting everyone know I had been there, that we had shared something.
At the sound of my pleading, Ty's hands moved suddenly, sinking into my hips, turning me, lifting me up off my feet, planting me up on the counter as he lowered down, burying his face between my thighs before my mind could even wrap itself around what his intentions were.
His hands planted on my thighs, holding them wide for him as his tongue slid up my cleft, finding my clit, circling it again but faster, harder, more demanding, driving me up harder, faster.
One arm rose above me, grabbing the cupboard, sure I was about to fall off the counter. The other slapped down on the back of Ty's neck, holding him to me though he showed no signs of planning to pull away.
I could feel my muscles tightening, my breath catching, my body pushed to the edge before his lips closed around my clit, sucking hard, pushing me that one last bit, sending me flying, falling, crashing through the orgasm.
Teeth nipped my inner thigh.
That was what seemed to bring me back into my body, looking down with half opened eyes to watch as Ty kissed down my thigh slowly before getting back onto his feet, moving his whole body into the space between my spread legs, both hands going up, framing the sides of my head as his lips pressed down on mine.
Not hard and demanding.
Soft, sweet, coaxing, seeming to sense my need to slowly ease back after an orgasm that had felt like it had torn me apart for a long moment.
My arms rose, wrapped around his back, held him to me as my lips demanded more.
I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, only that my lips tingled when he finally pulled away, his hands sliding down my back, over my thighs, grabbing me under the thighs, wrapping my legs around his lower back.
My legs tightened, holding on as he moved a few steps backward, his hands moving back up my thighs to cup my ass, holding me against him as he turned, walking out of the kitchen, making his way down the hall I had emerged from hours earlier.
Only hours.
It felt like a lifetime.
That was, after all, what we had shared with each other since then. Every soaring high and crushing low. Every scar and wound. Every hope, every crushed dream. Every secret and public shame.
I felt I knew Ty better than I had ever known Tanner, better than I knew my own brothers in a way. You protected your family from things, from your unattractive parts, not wanting them to see those parts of you, to think of you differently because of them, wanting their love always to be pure, pretty. And, well, no person was pure and pretty. We all had dirt, all had ugly.
I had Ty's dirt and his ugly.
He had mine.
He suddenly didn't feel like a guy I had just met a week or so before.
A low, surprised laugh escaped him, making me pull back, look down at him.
"This is a fuckuva lot of pink, babe," he informed me, making me cast a look around at the space I had never given too much thought to before. I figured this, being his only guest room, was likely where Jelena spent a lot of her time before I showed up. And Thad had likely painted it bright pink to suit her. And bought her pink sheets. And a pink and purple comforter.