That gets his attention.
Ty turns his head just enough to see me, to look me in the eyes. He’s not frozen, he’s right here with me.
Slowly, Ty releases the guy, letting him fall from his grip.
He sags; choking, and sliding down the wall like he’s forgotten how his legs work.
Ty leans down, voice pitched so low that I wouldn't have been able to hear if I wasn’t standing that close, but this guy couldclearly hear his threat. “If I hear that you’ve so much as looked at her,” he murmured, “I will make sure your body disappears. I have and I can.”
Then Ty steps back, wrapping an arm around my waist protectively and pressing his nose into my hair. When he takes a steadying breath, I exhale. The tension finally draining from my body when he chooses me, not retribution.
My eyes don’t leave the attacker though as he glares at me, holding his neck as he scampers away. Good, he should go back to the hole he climbed out of.
When it was just us, Ty finally turns me so I can see him fully. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say gently with a nod.
Ty searches my face intently, both hands coming to cup my face.
“Did he touch you?”
“No,” I say strongly. Still very annoyed with myself that I froze, but I take a deep breath to answer him softly, “You scaredhimthough. You made me think I was going to witness a murder.”
Ty’s mouth twitches—brief, dangerous before his eyes dip down to my lips. “Good.”
It’s like all the energy between us zings and snaps. Like we can’t…stop. He steps in closer and it's like two magnets slowly shifting together. Like moths to a flame.
Inevitable.
His eyes lock onto mine and he steps closer, our noses brushing together before I take one last breath and he kisses me.
His hand is still in my hair when the door opens.
We stumble through it together, mouths crashing, heavy breaths between kisses as the frame shudders from the force.
How did the door open?I think, but my brain is so fucking fuzzy. All that I’m able to think about is his hands on me. I’ve missed him.I’vemissedhimso fucking much.
I barely have time to gasp before my back hits the wall inside my apartment. The front door swings wildly before slamming closed.
“God, Ty,” I groan, looking up to the ceiling but his lips attach to my neck and I stifle a cry. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please Daddy, I’ve missed you so much.”
The words tumble out of my mouth before my brain catches up. I swallow my nerves down, straighten my shoulders in preparation for him to push me away. It’s been years since I called him that… And I could cry from howrightit feels.
Ty leans down and grabs the back of my thighs, pulling me up and impossibly closer until there’s no space between us.
“Cariño,” he growls-sighs against my lips and I shiver at the nickname. “I’ve missed you more than you know.”
“Then show me,” I say softly as I press my lips to his. That one small movement set us off like fireworks. An explosion of tongues and teeth, hands and grabs, thrusts and moans.
He pushes me harder into the wall and moves down my body, working me over until I’m screaming his name with my taste on his tongue.
I should’ve known even in a reunion–or whatever this is–we wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.
The fucking sun shines in my eyes, just annoying enough that I swat at it and turn over. I don’t want to wake up yet. I finally slept well for the first time in years, and I could easily sleep another few hours.
