Page 62 of Tiger Lilies and Tight Ends

“Everyone,” I tell him.

“I shouldn’t do this, it’s firmly against every code out there, but damn if I don’t want it.”

“Want what?”

“This.” His gaze drops to my mouth, his thumb drags over my bottom lip, and then his lips land on mine.

Soft, warm, just like his skin and the air around us, and delicious.

I knew kissing Tyler would be unlike anything else, but with one swipe of his tongue against my top lip, I’m ruined for all other kisses to come.

My mouth opens against his, and he sinks inside at the same time he leans his weight against me. I rise on my tiptoes, and my hand on his hip slides up and fists his shirt as my other disappears into the hair on the back of his head. His hair is so thick and so soft, a wave of jealousy burns through me at all those before me who’ve had the opportunity to experience this, experience him.

Over and over, his tongue strokes against mine, and my back arcs, pushing my chest into him. His free hand wraps around the small of my back and slips up under my shirt. He spreads his fingers wide to pull me into him even further.

Mouth to thigh, we are glued together, and while to anyone who is looking at us it looks like just a normal next-to-the-truck kiss, deep down in my soul, I know that it’s not. This kiss is changing everything.

“Ty,” I whisper against his lips.

His hand slides down over my butt where he brings us closer together. “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you,” he says, angling his head in the opposite direction to make this kiss even deeper.

Tyler’s kiss borders on indecent. No part of my mouth is left unexplored. He wants to consume me, and I want to be consumed by him, but the reality is we are in public, and who knows who is watching.

“Then what took you so long?”

Pausing to let my words sink in, he doesn’t answer. Instead, he kisses the corner of my mouth, then drags his lips across my cheek to that spot under my ear.

Oh God.

His mouth is decadent, my stomach quivers as a weight settles deep in my core. The thought of how his mouth will feel all over me has me wishing we were anywhere but here.

“Take me home,” I whisper.

He pulls back, his lips are swollen, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are so dark they're like a black hole sucking me in. He wants this. He wants me. And if I’m given any indication about how badly, the hard length pressed against my stomach gives him away.

“Say it again,” he demands, and a small smile of mine breaks free.

“Take me home.”

He groans, releases his hold on my head, and his forearm falls against the truck. He leans forward and places his forehead against mine. Warm breaths fan my face, and I slide my hand from the back of his neck to his cheek. He’s already got a bit of a five o’clock shadow, and I welcome the roughness against my skin.

Letting out a deep sigh, he stands to his full height and reaches down to somewhat discreetly adjust himself. I can’t wait until I can do that for him.

Right now, teenage me has fainted.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, and while I appreciate him thinking of anything outside of getting us home and naked, I am definitely not that kind of hungry.

“Not for food.”

I run my hand down his chest. He briefly closes his eyes again and groans. “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Brushing his lips over mine, he then opens the passenger door.

Chapter 27

Tyler

The entire game, I could only think of two things: crushing the Destroyers and getting Lily home and out of that shirt. I knew putting my name on the back of her would make me feel all kinds of things, but I wasn’t expecting to feel like a caveman. Testosterone races through my veins and I know it sounds unhinged, but I need to brand her, claim her, piss in a circle around her. She’s not his; she’s mine.