I mean, how could I not?
“Are you going to let me in?” he asks.
I don’t even know what that means exactly, but it doesn’t matter, because no matter what, my answer is yes.
“I am.”
I don’t have a chance to respond before he’s covered the last bit of distance between us. Reaching out, he cups my face. “So beautiful,” he says.
Electric. That’s the only way to describe this moment with this man.
“Tyler.”
He makes a sound low in his throat as he slides the hand on my cheek down and then around to the back of my neck. My heart starts beating quadruple time as his face gets closer to mine. He hovers, so our lips are almost touching, but not quite. Anticipation zips through my veins as I wait for what comes next.
When our lips finally connect, I let out a sigh. He caresses my lips with his but doesn’t deepen the kiss, and I can’t help but grow impatient. I want it all. The sooner, the better.
The sensations get that much more intense when he traces his tongue against the seam of my lips. I open for him so that my tongue can meet his, and the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever known. Some kisses are slow. Some are desperate. Some are sensual. Some are a promise. This kiss is all of the above and then some. I’ve imagined that Tyler would be a good kisser, but hoo boy, I had no idea. My fantasies did not do him justice, not even a little bit.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I whimper as he deepens the kiss. It doesn’t feel like we’re just two people with chemistry; it feels like we’re something more significant than that. My senses are overloaded with too many things for me to process. He groans when I shift and maneuver closer. I’m not aggressive—have never, in fact, been overly sexual. But right now, with Tyler, I want things I’ve never dared imagine for myself. I surprise myself by making my way onto his lap. Straddling him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on as he kisses me stupid. Although I’m on his lap, there’s no mistaking who’s in charge of this kiss, and it isn’t me.
The taste and feel of his tongue are more heated and intense than I ever would’ve thought. My nipples are hard, and every swipe of his tongue makes me wetter, so much so that I can’t imagine anyone in the history of ever wanting someone the way I want Tyler Jameson. If they did, they’d never get anything done, because they’d sit around waiting for the next time they could be kissed like this.
He growls as the kiss somehow becomes even more intense. The sound of that growl has a direct line to my core, and I can’t hold back a moan of need. When he tears his mouth from mine, I let out a little mewl, desperate for more. Tyler is a drug, and I need another hit.
“Fuck, Ashley,” he murmurs, his voice harsh. “We need to stop now or shit is going to get out of control fast. Don’t think it’s a good idea to peel your clothes off and shove my cock into you just yet.”
My clit flutters at the thought of having Tyler inside me.
“Don’t make that face,” he orders, his voice tight.
I frown, confused. “What face?”
“The fuck me face,” he growls. “You’re thinking about taking my dick.”
Oh hell. If he can read my expressions, I am in so much trouble.
“There’s no way you can be sure of that,” I answer, embarrassed.
He snickers. “Look into my eyes.”
I do, and what I find in them makes me wetter.
“What do you see?” he asks.
I can’t think of a polite way to tell him that the heat in his eyes is making me imagine sex and lots of it.
“Babe,” he rasps. “Tell me what you see. Never be shy with me. I want all of you—real and unfiltered.“
“Sex,” I admit softly.
His eyes flash as he nods. “You on top of me the way you are right now is making me think of you riding my dick. Your body wants something, and mine does too. Don’t ever be afraid to admit what you’re thinking or feeling to me.”
He smiles when I nod in understanding.
“Not gonna fuck you the first night I kiss you. No guarantees about tomorrow night though,” he says, his tone teasing.
And then he kisses me again. That one kiss quickly morphs into five, and who even knows how much time passes as we make out like two horny teenagers.
I let out a startled sound when he lifts me off his lap—like I weigh nothing at all—sets me back down on the couch, and gets to his feet.
“If I keep kissing you….”
The look on his face says everything. My fingers trace my kiss-swollen lips as we stare at each other. He blinks first. Swallowing hard, he gives me a pained look.