Page 95 of Tiger Lilies and Tight Ends

The feel of him taking me, consuming me, and hitting that spot so deep in me, my eyes slam shut as blinding white light flashes, and love drowns me. I’m shaking, and I know he feels me contract around him as he picks up his speed.

“So good, Lil. So good,” he barely gets out as he slams into me and stills, his head turning so he can lay his face against me. His forehead is sweaty, his hair is a little damp, and I love it as I run my fingers through it and let his breathing calm.

Eventually, he rolls his face back across my chest and then looks up at me. His eyes are warm, and the only thing shining back at me is pure adoration.

“I love you,” he whispers. It’s only been a couple of days, and there’s still that level of vulnerability that we’re expressing with one another, but I know there will never be anyone but him.

I can’t stop the smile that takes over. “I love you, too.”

He lets out a deep sigh and lies back down on me. My legs and my arms are wrapped around him as much as they can be and then, out of nowhere, he stiffens.

“What’s wrong?”

Slowly, he stands, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Did you hear that?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Hear what?” I’m so confused.

Tyler’s cheeks turn a deep red. “Speaking of eggs,” he mumbles, and now I’m even more curious. “I have something I want to show you.”

“Really? What?”

He keeps one hand on my stomach and runs the other over his face. “It’s outside.”

I grin. “Then you’re going to have to move so I can get up and get dressed.”

He pulls me in tighter. “But I like it here. I would stay here all the time if I could.” One side of his mouth quirks up.

“Maybe we head upstairs after we go outside, eat those eggs you made, which I’m certain are delicious, and continue this for a little longer?”

“Upstairs.” He nods like this is a good idea.

“Someone got me dirty, and I need a shower.” I drag my fingertips down the ripples of his stomach.

He twitches inside me, and I know it won’t be long before he’s ready to go again.

“I shouldn’t have opened my mouth. Should’ve just let you find this later.” He lets out a sigh.

“Okay, tell me what’s out there and then let’s go upstairs.”

He looks toward the back door, then toward the stairs longingly.

“Can’t. It’s one of those things that has to be seen. I’m not even sure you would believe me if I told you anyway.”

“Color me super intrigued.” I smile real big at him, and he rolls his eyes.

Letting out a deep sigh, he steps away from me and opens a kitchen drawer to grab me a clean hand towel. Then he picks up his shirt and hands it to me. “This will have to do. It’s long enough.” And it is. His shirts hit me mid-thigh.

I jump down off the counter, and we dress quickly, then he takes me by the hand to lead me outside. Instantly, we’re hit with a wave of humidity. Most people hate this feeling, but I love it.

“So I might have gone a little overboard with trying to say I’m sorry,” he mumbles. It’s bright out, and I have to squint to look at him.

“What do you mean?” The water from the canal is sparkling from the mid-morning sun, palm trees are lightly swaying, and it’s then that I see what he’s talking about and gasp.

“Tyler.”

“Sweetheart.”