“Why’d you throw away your wedding bouquet?” he rumbled in her ear, she didn’t respond, he gave her a careful shake with both arms and clipped, “Why?”
“It’s just flowers,” she whispered.
“It wasn’t just flowers.”
“Ty –”
“Why?”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly.
He gave her another careful shake. “Answer me, Lexie. Why’d you throw your bouquet away?”
“It was just flowers.”
“It wasn’t.”
“No, you’re right. It wasn’t,” she told him softly. “Then, after you put me in my place, it was.”
He closed his eyes and shoved his face in her neck.
He couldn’t do this. For two days he told himself he could, this was better, this was safer, not for him, for her. He’d let her in, wanted her to come in and she did. Then he saw the error of his ways. Then, being a dick, he’d pushed her back over the line he’d drawn to keep her safe from his shit, from him and he’d made it clear she should stay there. She got his message, she couldn’t miss it.
But Christ, he couldn’t do it.
He had to have her light back.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“No.”
“Let me go.”
He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I hurt you, baby.”
Her body went still in his arms and she whispered back, “Don’t.”
“I was a dick; I fucked up and hurt you.”
“Stop it.”
He tightened his arms and pressed his temple into her hair.
It was soft as well as thick and smelled fucking great. He wanted his hands in it. He wanted to feel it on his skin. He wanted to feel it all around as her mouth worked his cock.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Lexie,” he murmured into her hair.
“Please stop it.”
He slid his hand from her arm, up her shoulder to wrap it around the side of her neck as he slid his temple down her hair so his lips were at the other side of her neck.
“You honest to God nearly came with only my mouth on yours?”
She gave a jerk at his change of subject but he didn’t let her go, instead, he held her closer.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
“Answer me,” he ordered in return. “All it took was my mouth?”
“Ty –”
“Answer,” he growled into her skin.
“No,” she hissed. “There was your tongue and your leg was tangled in mine and you also ran your hand down my side.”
That was nothing. That was just Lexie, giving everything, taking nothing.
He smiled into her skin instead of groaned.
“That’s all?”
“Can you let me go?”
“No,” he answered. “I wanna see what it takes.”
Her body stilled again. She read him. She read him clear.
“Ty –” she breathed.
He lifted his lips to her ear and whispered, “You gonna let me in there?”
“Stop.”
“Or do I even need to get in there?”
“Ty.”
“Maybe I can get you to give me that while you’re standin’ right here.”
That’s when he felt her shiver.
And that’s when he knew he could.
So that’s why he moved his mouth to her neck and touched his tongue there.
He felt her shiver again.
“Jesus, baby,” he muttered against her skin.
“Please,” she whispered.
He trailed his lips along her neck and asked, “Please what?”
“Let me go.”
“Do anything you ask, ‘cept that.”
She didn’t speak but he felt her chest rising and falling fast and his mouth worked behind her ear as his hand at her neck moved down her shoulder, her arm, to stop where his thumb could stroke the side of her tit.
And it did.
He heard her soft intake of breath but he didn’t hear the release.
“Breathe, Lexie,” he whispered into her neck.
“Ty –”
“You gonna give it to me right here?”
“Ty –”
His teeth nipped her skin and he prompted, “Yes or no, baby.”
Suddenly she moved; twisting in his arms, his head was forced to go up but it didn’t stay up because both her hands were at the back of it, pulling it down so his mouth could hit hers.
But his mouth didn’t hit hers.
Their mouths collided because she was surging up to meet him.
Her lips opened instantly and just as instantly, he swept his tongue inside.
Tasting her, Christ, his dick, already hard, jerked.
He had to have her and he had to keep his shit together. He didn’t, this could go very badly, not for him, for her. And he didn’t want that for her.
He twisted, falling back to the couch, pulling her with him, he landed, she landed on him and he rolled her immediately so he was on top, slanting his head, taking more, she arched her back, wrapping a leg around his thigh, her fingers at his head holding him close, not about to let go.
Fuck, she was hot.
And she wanted him in a bad way.
Testing that theory, he pressed his hips into hers and she moaned into his mouth.
Yeah. She wanted him in a bad way.
And he had to give it to her, give it to her before he took anything because he knew, once he got started, having * for the first time in years, that * being Lexie’s, he wouldn’t last long.