I smoothed a hand over the cocoa stain on my t-shirt as he walked toward me, trying for a better smile. “Um, did you… did you have a good workout? Do you want me to make you some coffee? I would have had it ready for you but, um, I didn’t realize you were coming back.”
I turned around to get some out of the cupboard, but before I’d managed anything more than pulling the coffee beans out, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me back against his chest.
“Fuck coffee,” he said, running his hands up under my t-shirt as he nuzzled my neck. “You really think that’s what I came home for, babe?”
I… was that… was I supposed to actually be able toanswerthat? He was so warm and solid pressed up against me like that, and his hands on me felt so good that I couldn’t eventhink, much less speak. And I definitely didn’t want to move, not while he was touching me again. Touching me and… and… andlikingit. I could tell he liked it, because his… his… well, I could feel him.Thatpart of him. Hard and hot and pressing insistently into my lower back.
“Did you miss me this morning, sugar?” he whispered, his hands roaming over my chest and lighting little fires inside me when they skimmed over my nipples.
I gasped, arching my back as I chased the amazing feeling before I could catch myself.
Tyson laughed, low and dirty, and all of a sudden I was swelling… downthere.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he said, pinching one of my nipples so hard it should have hurt. Itdidhurt… but it hurt so, so good. “But when I ask you something, babe, I want an answer, okay?” he added, his voice dropping to a throaty rumble that, as close as he was holding me, I could feel all the way through me.
“Okay,” I managed, wanting so bad to be good for him. He wanted an answer, but I could barely catch my breath. “Yes, I…yes, Tyson. I missed you.”
I’d started missing him last night, from the minute he’d told me to go get some sleep after doing such deliciously dirty things to me in the bathroom. And this morning, I’d missed him, too, from the moment I’d woken up and realized it was over. I mean, sure, he’d said he wanted to do sexy things with me again after the first time on the couch, but then hehaddone them, in the shower, so I’d assumed that was it.
But now… maybe it wasn’t?
Did Tyson want to do more things?
He turned me around so I was facing him, then pulled my shirt off over my head. “Got this dirty, did you?” he asked as he dropped it on the floor. “So naughty.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, even though the way he was looking at me, I didn’t think he was really mad.
“How sorry, baby?” he asked, his hands cupping my bottom and pulling me tight against him.
Just having his hands on me had already made me so hard that a wet spot had started to form on the front of my pajama pants, and when he held me against him like that—kneading my cheeks like they were dough—it made my thing rub against his thigh, over and over, until I thought I was going to explode.
“Tyson,” I gasped, clutching onto his arms as waves of heat started rushing through me, all going rightthere, until I was throbbing with it.
He laughed, all low and husky, then pulled his leg away, smacking my bottom hard enough to sting. “Did I say you could get yourself off like that?”
My eyes flew open—when had they closed?—and a whole different kind of heat rushed through me.
My face burned with embarrassment. “I’m… I’m sorry,” I said, biting my lip and forcing myself to hold still even though I desperately wanted to press against him again.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, pulling my lip out from between my teeth and rubbing his finger across it. “This is mine. No one gets to bite it but me.”
I whimpered, my hips pushing forward as if they had a mind of their own. He could have my mouth. He could have anything. I wanted him to claimallof me.
Tyson dropped his hand from my lips and stopped me from moving, holding me away from him. “None of that,” he said, smiling down at me like maybe I hadn’t really done anything wrong after all. “I told you, I expect you to answer when I ask you a question, baby.”
I nodded, having trouble concentrating. He’d asked me a question?
“You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I said, because that was an easy one. I wanted to make him happy, always. And Ididwant to be good for him. I wanted to be anything he wanted me to be.
“Okay then,” he said as he stared at my mouth, his eyes flaring with heat just like they had last night. “I asked you, ‘how sorry,’ Sean. Because if you’re sorry, then I’m pretty sure you’re going to need to make it up to me, right?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding like a bobblehead even though I couldn’t really remember what I’d done. That didn’t matter, though. If he wanted me to do something, then I definitely wanted to do it. “Um, how… how can I make it up to you, Tyson?”
“Fucking Christ, baby,” he said with a laugh, grinning down at me like I’d said just the right thing. “You’ll do anything, won’t you?”
I would have said yes again, but he let go of my hips and ran a finger over my lips like he had before, and it felt so good that I forgot to talk. His touch was barely there, but somehow it made my lips tingle and spark like they were full of fireworks… and then he pressed against them a little harder, forcing my mouth open, and those fireworks exploded throughout my entire body, making me feel likeIwas the thing bursting apart in a shower of light.
