Page 73 of Tiger Lilies and Tight Ends

“The feeling is mutual. I mean, have you seen you? Everything about you is perfect.” I run my hands up over his arms and shoulders to his head, where I cradle his face.

“I’m far from perfect,” he says, his dark eyes finding mine.

“To me, you are. You are perfect in every way, and I don’t mean just your body. You are kind”—kiss—“thoughtful”—kiss—“funny”—kiss—“and you have a huge heart for those you care about.” Kiss. “You are perfect to me.”

I sink into another kiss as his hands continue to roam over my body and find their way under my shirt on my back. He tastes like toothpaste, smells fresh and clean like he’s recently showered mixed with laundry detergent, and feels so solid underneath me I want to fuse into him so he has to carry me with him everywhere.

“You know I have to take all your clothes off you now,” he mumbles, sucking on my bottom lip.

I giggle. “Only if I get to do the same.”

He groans.

In one fluid movement, Tyler has us off the couch. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and my ankles are hooked together as he makes his way to the stairs.

I’m finally going to see his room. Better yet, I’m about to find myself in his bed.

He reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off in one fluid movement. Of course I’ve seen Tyler without a shirt on, but whereas before I wasn’t allowed to stare at him, now I am. I’m also allowed to touch him. He has a light dusting of hair across his chest, the muscles of his pecs and stomach are stacked one on top of the other, and a thin line of hair leads straight into his waistband.

“I thought I got to do that?” I tease, running my fingers over his collarbone.

“You were taking too long.”

With that, he pulls my shirt up and over as well. He groans again once he realizes I’m not wearing a bra.

“So fucking beautiful.” His hands wrap around both sides of my torso, covering almost all of me, and his thumbs rub the undersides of each breast. My heart rate picks up, and my toes curl in anticipation of what’s to come.

Eventually, we make it to the second level and his room, but instead of looking around, I’m fixated on the man in front of me.

Reaching the bed, he leans over so my back hits the mattress. I let go of him, and he stands tall as he takes me in. I do the same, and my core clenches as it catches sight of the very large tent in front of his shorts.

“I’m thinking you want me,” I tease, flipping my eyes between his and his dick, which is almost eye level with me.

“Oh, there’s no thinking needed. I want you. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”

How long have I wanted to hear words like this from him? To finally be here, at this moment, nothing short of wolves could drag me away.

Leaning forward, he runs his palm down the center of my body, from my neck to my belly button. It’s warm, a little rough, and so erotic with his swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. Every part of me aches to have him touch me, give me more, and then he does. He gently slips his fingers under my waistband and pulls my shorts off. They land on the floor, and the moment forces a pause as he breathes in slowly, looking me over from head to toe.

“Damn.”

Leaning down again, he starts at my belly button and slides his fingers down between my legs. I gasp, and my back arches at the same time his fingers part me.

“Next time, I’m going to run my mouth over every square inch of you, but right now, I just need to be inside you.”

Is there anything hotter than that? This man is so desperate for me that’s all he can think about.

“IUD,” I tell him, and one corner of his mouth tips up.

“Perfect,” he says, dropping his shorts.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” I tell him as he strokes his hand up and down himself.

“You can say that again.”

Scooting back on the bed, Tyler climbs on and prowls over me. He stops halfway up and bends down to take one breast in his mouth while his hand wraps around the other. The sensation of his wet, warm mouth shoots electricity straight through the center of me.

“Tyler,” I whisper, and he needs no more encouragement to climb up the rest of the way.