And I love him for that.
I love him for the way he loves me. The way he makes me feel.
I’m his woman.
And he can’t get enough of me.
I smile up at the ceiling, cupping the back of his head and peppering his neck with kisses.
He groans, rising up on his arms and gazing down at me. His eyes soften with a look that’s all mine. It’s tender with affection yet doused in heat and want and ecstasy.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
“Me either.” I meet his next plunge, feeling it all the way through my core.
He grunts, grabbing my wrists and securing them above my head. He knows how much I love this, and I curl my fingers over the back of his hands, my tits brushing his skin as he continues to thrust into me, owning me with each jerk of his hips.
Leaning down, he kisses me deep, and I take each lashing of his tongue, drinking from him until I can’t breathe anymore.
He’s going to come soon. I can feel it.
My lips curl into an indulgent smile the second that first vibration whips through him.
“Ooooo,” he groans against my ear. “Fuck, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Digging my fingers into the back of his hands, I crane my neck back as he thrusts deep and fast… and again… and once more… and…
His moan of release is delicious, fanning across my face as he explodes inside me, leaving his seed with short jerks and whimpers that prove I am the queen of this bedroom.
“Fuck,” he rasps into my ear, letting my wrists go so he can hold my face. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Splaying my hand across his back, I grin and kiss the side of his cheek. “I love you too.”
He flops over me, his weight pushing me into the bed, and I laugh, wrapping my limbs as far around him as I can.
He rolls us onto our sides so he’s not squishing me, and I stare into his gorgeous face, so grateful for this delay. It gave us a minute for our bodies to reconnect. Finding time to do that with a baby around has been so much harder than I expected.
We’re either too tired, or Tucker wakes in the middle, or my body’s too sensitive, or we’re not in the mood.
But that right there… that was exactly what I felt like. What I needed.
“You good?” I cup Tyrell’s cheek, noticing his smile starting to fade.
He forces it back into place and nods. “Yeah.”
And I know he’s not telling me something.
He will.
When he’s ready, he always lets me in. I’ve learned not to push too early or it just takes longer. He can be a stubborn ass when he wants to be.
But he’smystubborn ass, and I adore him.
Every single inch of him.
Pushing myself against him, I find his mouth again, making the most of this delay and Tucker’s sleep time.
We’ll be on a plane soon enough, and then Tyrell can open up about what’s eating him.
