He lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist. His low growl vibrates against my lips as he carries me down the hallway without breaking the kiss, his boots thudding on the wooden floor, my hands tangled in his hair like I can’t get enough.
When he reaches his bedroom, he kicks the door closed and sets me down gently on the edge of the bed.
His eyes hold mine, dark and steady. “Still with me?”
I smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He steps in close and drags his knuckles down my cheek, a touch that’s almost too tender for how hungry his eyes look.
“You were shaking out there,” he murmurs.
“I’m still shaking,” I admit.
Tex’s mouth twitches. “Good. I want you to feel everything with me.”
He strips off his shirt and jeans with practiced efficiency, but his gaze never leaves my face, checking me, reading me.
Then he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pausing one last time. “Okay?”
My heart hammers. “Yes.”
He pulls it over my head slowly. The rest of my clothes follow until I’m naked. His gaze heats as it sweeps over me, over the soft parts I’ve spent years pretending don’t need anyone’s reverence.
Tex’s eyes darken. “God,” he murmurs. “Seeing you like this will never get old.”
My cheeks burn as I lift my gaze to his. “Not even when we do? When we’re all wrinkly?”
His mouth curves into a mischievous smile.
“Not even when this”—he points to his larger than average cock—“goes from eight inches and one wrinkle to eight wrinkles and one inch.”
That pulls a laugh from me, loud and alive. “Lucky older version of me. I’ll be scooping my boobs off the floor while you’ll be trying to find your Percy.”
Tex tumbles me back on the bed, his chest rumbling with laughter. “My what?”
“Percy,” I repeat. “That’s what my brothers always called it when I was growing up.”
Tex groans. “Can we please not talk about your brothers while we’re both naked?”
I pinch my lips together and mime zipping my mouth.
Which doesn’t last long because Tex dips his head and wraps his lips around my nipple.
“Oh!” My mouth flies open in a gasp.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my skin.
Heat floods me, instant and dizzying.
My hands clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into muscle.
He kisses lower, slowly and deliberately, like he has all the time in the world and intends to prove it.
I shiver, and my body leans into him like it was designed for him.
Tex’s palm cups my hip, his thumb stroking in a lazy rhythm that grounds and ignites me at the same time.
His eyes capture mine as I make a small sound. “Tell me what you need.”
