The edge.
I smiled up at him, triumphant and breathless. His hips held over mine, and he groaned, a low, involuntary sound that shot straight through me.
He was seconds away from losing it.
Tyler plunged into me, filling me halfway with his thick length. I moaned out loud, and he worked his hips, going deeper.
I loved this so much. How thick he was. How he wasn’t being so cautious this time.
His gaze stayed on mine until I brought him in for another endless kiss. We lost everything on each other’s lips. I didn’t need air. Only the perfect way he made me feel.
Tyler worked a hand between us and stroked my clit, his hips pistoning in a steady build. He sped up more when I moaned then kept a steady pace, riding a limit of insanity.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he chanted. “So, fucking, mine.”
Inside me, he thickened impossibly more.
God, he was about to come.
I cried out and came, launched into an orgasm that was all the better for the surprise. I pulsed around him, lightning struck with every cell filled with brilliant light. My body went limp in utter relief. Nothing beat this. Only Tyler could get me there.
He was still hard as nails inside me, slowly working me through my climax.
I had just enough brain cells left to attempt to take over. I worked my hips. Rolled up and down his length. Tyler made a deep sound of pleasure, his breathing ragged.
“Fuck.” He clamped hold of my hip and pulled out then buried his face in the quilt beside mine. Not touching himself. Denying himself again.
The room went quiet except for our breathing.
I nudged his cheek with a kiss. If he hadn’t knocked me out with the power of his body, I could’ve climbed on to finish him off. He might even have let me.
But the moment felt precious.
And emotions hit me just as hard as they had every other time he’d made me come. Tears filled my eyes, and my breathing stuttered.
I tried to hide it.
He noticed. Reached for my hand and laced our fingers together, pressing my palm to his chest where his heart hammered.
“I’ve got ye,” he promised.
It didn’t stop the tears. He had me, but I didn’t have him. I’d pretended to need practice yet had broken many of the rules I used to live by, taking me even further from the woman I couldn’t get back to.
He’d stayed firmly in his power.
Tyler collected me in his arms and tugged the blankets over us, letting me soak then calm myself on his chest.
Tonight, he’d held the line. But I’d seen the darkness in his eyes when he hovered over me.
And the next time, he wouldn’t escape it. He’d fall, right alongside me.
Chapter 31
Tyler
The drive out of Deadwater was quiet. It pressed in on my skull and made every thought loud.
Arran drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his open window frame. In the back, Shade tapped his thumb against his knee, restless energy caged. He’d found us readying to go and pitched a fit about coming along, rather than holding the fort as Arran had asked him to do. Fine with me. The more of us, the greater the chance of success with the mission. I wouldn’t fail her.
