That was all the permission he needed.
With a strangled groan, his hands dug into me, hips thrusting up once, twice, and then he was coming, thick, hot and deep, head dropping back against the couch as he growled my name.
I stay seated on him, his size and his release filling me completely, both of us gasping for breath. My chest heaved, breasts flushed and rising with each panting breath right in front of his face. He looked completely obliterated and utterly devastated in the best possible way. I stayed straddling him, his cock still twitching inside me, and met his eyes.
“Fuck, Tyler.”
His hands ran up my thighs like he still didn’t believe how good this felt.
“I know, baby.” He breathed out, forehead falling to my chest. “I know.”
Chapter 35
Tyler
I’d never wokenup next to the same woman this many mornings in a row in my whole damn life. Usually, I was halfway out the door before things started getting clingy but Orla made me want to tie her to the bed for life. Not in a kinky way—though, now that the thought was there, I was definitely filing it away for a rainy night in Paris maybe.
She was out cold. No surprise there, considering the way she’d ridden me into the sofa last night until we both forgot our own names. I shifted up on the pillow, watching her. In the early morning light, she looked almost innocent. I knew for a fact that was a lie. I thought about the way she’d looked at dinner, all elegant in her green silk and soft smiles, and then the way she’d sounded an hour later, breathless and panting my name. Filthy girl.
Her lashes rested against her cheek, and she had one hand tucked under her face, lips parted just slightly like she was dreaming about me. God, I hoped she was. It was incredibly tempting to wake her up and tease for more of what she’d given me last night. Because, fuck; with Orla, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Sure, I’d had plenty of action over the yearsbut it was always a means to an end for me. Nothing like the electricity and heat that came from her.
With other women, getting them off was all ego building. With her, it felt like an actual connection, like living proof that I could be someone worth giving her heart to and every time she fell apart for me, I got this glimpse of the man I could be if I didn’t screw it up. Never thought I’d see the day, but I was so far gone for this girl it actually hurt.
I placed the most tender kiss to the top of her head as I lay next to her, letting my hand glide down the curve of her spine that met her perfectly shaped ass just because I could, because touching her gently felt as addictive as touching like I did last night.
I tried not to wake her, but her phone hadn’t stopped buzzing since sunrise. Same names lighting up the screen. Kate. Gwen. Kate again. Jesus, those two could yap. I glared at the glowing device on the nightstand. Whatever they were vibrating about, it better be important, because the way Orla was curled into my side was the only thing I cared about right now.
It went off again, She stirred, shifting against the sheets as I watched her wake.
“Morning, beautiful,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
She groaned softly. “Morning…oh God, I’m aching.”
“Maybe you should see a physio about that.” I teased. “I happen to know a good one.”
She shoved at my chest, laughing. “It’s your fault I’m in this state.”
“Me?” I kissed the side of her neck. “Pretty sure you were the one climbing me like a tree last night. Ruined my favourite shirt by the way.”
She grinned wickedly, but the moment was cut short by another persistent vibration from the nightstand. I flopped backonto the pillow, exhaling a sharp breath. “Better answer that before it explodes.”
She giggled, reaching for the device. I waited for that familiar spark in her eyes, the one she always got when she was swapping secrets with Kate and Gwen. But the grin never came.
Her smile dropped. Brows pinched together.
“What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer right away. She chewed at her lip and turned the screen toward me.
Kate:
Nice view, Sheehan.
Underneath was a screenshot from a tabloid site. A grainy night shot of us leaving the restaurant. My hand on her ass, lower than it should’ve been. The headline screamed:
Tennis Bad Boy Tyler Reed’s Latest Mystery Brunette.
Fuck.
