Resting my fingers on my thighs, I curl them into loose fists, really letting that thought sink in. Tyrell just went down on me. The only other lips to ever do that were Atlas’s. The only other fingers to ever touch my most intimate parts were Atlas’s. And now a brand-new cock is about to enter that space.
“Do I really want this?” I whisper, my stomach jittering, then jumping into my throat as I hear the bathroom door swing open.
I hold my breath, listening to Tyrell rush back across the floor.
He slows before he reaches me, his last few measured steps settling my heart into a beat that’s manageable.
When he gets close enough to make out properly, I reach for his face, cupping his cheek and wondering how he’ll react if I suddenly change my mind.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss to my palm, and it’s so sweet, so tender.
My heart starts to liquefy once again, and I know this has to be the moment. I can’t go chickening out now.
I have to move on from my first love.
Atlas will always be that for me. But now he’s gone, and I deserve this second chance. Don’t I?
That’s still up for debate. That old familiar guilt niggles me, reminding me of how I left him that night. How I abandoned him. How I could have saved his life if I’d only been there.
My stomach plummets from my throat right down to my feet and?—
“Hey,” Tyrell whispers against my ear. “It’s okay. It’s okay for you to change your mind.”
And that one little assurance is enough to wash away my trepidation.
His breath on my skin, his powerful body leaning into mine—it ignites something inside me again. That hunger comes back with a vengeance, and I know if I don’t do this now, I’ll regret it all night long.
I need this man.
Iwantthis man.
I have to make this moment count. This is my chance to finally step into this new life I’ve been trying to make happen for myself.
Having sex with Tyrell isn’t just about the physical pleasure. It’s a symbol of my willingness to honestly start fresh.
“I’m not changing my mind.” My voice trembles as I skim my fingers down his chest.
His nipples respond to my touch, hardening as I trace my fingers around them. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his shoulder, then curl my arms around his body, pulling him flush against me.
The second his jean-clad erection skims between my legs, that spark turns my simmering fire into a hot inferno.
I need this.
I want this.
I’m doing it.
Scrambling for his pants, I quickly unbutton them, yanking down the fly, then pushing them off his hips.
His cock, finally freed from its confines, twitches in the air between us. I skim my fingers over its head, impressed and maybe just a little intimidated by the length and girth of him.
Holy shit.
Tyrell Jackson is all man.
A big, beautiful giant, and I’m about to take him inside me.
My pussy starts weeping all over again, my heart thundering as I reach for the condom packet and open it. I may not have done this in a while, but it’s all so familiar… yet new at the same time.
