“And what?” He drops his phone beside him, still stupidly unaware of how freaking hot I’m getting.
“Well…” I start crawling across the bed toward him. “Tuck’s asleep, and we’ve got this room for another two hours before we have to head for the gate. Maybe we should use it wisely.”
And finally he gets it.
His eyes flash with heat, his lips twitching just before I kiss him.
“Mmmm.” He parts his lips and I sink into him, loving his warm tongue and those smooth strokes. This boy has always been a good kisser.
He palms my ass when I straddle his waist, nudging me into his quickly growing erection.
Oh yeah, we’ve still got it.
Ten years and a baby have done nothing to douse the flame between us, and I pull back to grin down at him, letting that heat build and burn. His dark brown eyes flash again as he cups my face and pulls me down for another kiss.
I go willingly, pressing my mouth against his, unable to contain my giddy laughter when he quickly deepens it again.
His tongue is smooth and demanding. Damn, I love the way he owns me so easily.
His quiet strength.
The way he gently bosses me around in bed.
I love it so much.
“Take your shirt off,” he murmurs against my skin as he kisses a line up my jaw, nibbling my earlobe when I rush to do his bidding.
He helps me pull it over my head, tossing it aside and making quick work of unclasping my bra.
My breasts are bigger than usual; breastfeeding has made them swell, and I don’t love it, but Tyrell can’t get enough of them. He softly squeezes them, darting his eyes to mine to make sure that’s okay.
“Yeah,” I whisper, already out of breath as he sucks my neck and massages me.
While I’m breastfeeding, I’m finding I don’t love him kissing my nipples. They’re being used for something else right now, and at first I felt kind of weird telling him, but he got it without any fuss and I actually cried. Nearly ruined our first sex after Tucker was born, but he kissed away my tears and we made slow, gentle love.
But I’m not after slow and gentle right now.
I want this man to own me.
I want it quick and hot and searing.
Gripping the back of his head, I close my eyes and feel that delicious buzz travel through my body as I grind against his erection.
“These pants have to go, baby.” He buries his fingers into the back of my sweats, cupping my ass before tugging on the waistband.
I jump up, quickly complying until I’m standing on the bed, butt-ass naked, my pussy in line with Tyrell’s delectable smile.
“Well, hello.” Tyrell’s crocodile grin has a giggle popping out of me, but the second his fingers trail up the back of my legs, the laughter disintegrates and I press my hands against the wall behind the bed to steady myself as he pulls me forward and licks my clit.
A soft groan tumbles out of me.
“Shhhh, Dani Girl,” Tyrell murmurs against my skin, reminding me not to wake the baby.
Oh, I won’t.
This right here is way too important.
There will be no interruptions until we’re all the way done.
