He kicked off his shoes, undid his belt, and drew the zipper down, and her throat went dry as he dropped his pants to the floor, followed by his socks and his briefs.
Naked and hard, he was everything she could have imagined. Wide shoulders, well-muscled but lean in all the right places, with taut, muscled abs and a narrow waist, he was strong and absolutely beautiful. She wanted to touch him, then taste him, and definitely look at him for as long as he let her.
But he took a step forward and swept his arm around her, dragging her against him and kissing her with a passion she thought was reserved for the movies. His mouth on hers—the way he commanded the kiss—stole her breath and made her muscles turn lax.
He cupped her neck and bent her over his arm, deepening the kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers.
It really was like the movies, because she was certain she swooned.
When he straightened her, he looked into her eyes.
“You taste good.”
Her body flamed, but not from embarrassment. She loved sex. Nothing about it embarrassed her. She smiled at him. “If you let me taste you, I could give you a report, too.”
He laughed. “Yeah, we’ll get to that for sure, but there’s so much about your body I haven’t tasted yet.” He swept his hand over her breasts. “Like these.”
Her breasts were small and often overlooked by guys. She liked that he noticed. Tyler looked at her breasts like they were a feast. “Not pierced like your clit.”
“Not yet.” She gave him a grin.
He arched a brow, then cupped one breast with his hand, swiping his thumb over her nipple.
Her breasts might be small, but they were oh so sensitive, and she gasped.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he whispered, then bent and took her nipple in his mouth.
She had no idea what he thought, because as soon as he put his mouth on her, her mind focused only on what he was doing. Sensation shot from her nipple straight south. Her clit tingled and her sex fired to life again.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud and flicking it with his tongue while he played with the other with his hand and fingers, tugging and pulling on it until she cried out in pleasure.
And then he took the other in his mouth, alternating between her breasts, lavishing attention on them until she had to hold on to his arm for support because she was dying from the sheer joy of it.
Her sex ached with need for him. She reached for his cock and stroked, loving the feel of his pulsing heat in her hand. He groaned and took her mouth in a blistering kiss that left her feeling weak.
When he swept her into his arms, she was grateful, because she wasn’t sure she could stand anymore. He moved them into the bedroom and laid her on top of her bed, then crawled in after her, pulling her into his arms to roll her on top of him. He grabbed hold of her butt and lifted, arching her against his erection. She braced her hands on his chest and straddled him, rising up to look down on him.
“Now that’s a vision,” he said, grasping her breasts in his hands to play with her nipples.
She rocked against him and his gaze locked with hers. He gave a light pinch to her nipples and she gasped.
“I like that. Put your mouth on them.”
She rose up to drop a nipple between his lips. He flattened it against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, giving her just the right amount of pressure, then increased the sensation by sucking it hard.
She grabbed a handful of his hair and shoved her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Ty, I really like that.”
In an instant he rolled her over onto her back, swept his hand under her to arch her pelvis against his. She slid against his cock, her juices coating him. She could come from rubbing against him, but that’s not what she wanted.
“If you aren’t inside me in two seconds, I’m going to bite you.”
He lifted his head to look down at her. “I might like that.”
She pushed against him. “Seriously. There are condoms in the drawer there.” She motioned with her head.
He arched a brow. “Prepared, aren’t you?”
“Always. Now put one on and fuck me.”
“I brought my own.”
“Now who’s prepared?”
“I try to be.”
He climbed off the bed and went into the other room, coming back a few seconds later with a package of three condoms.
She lifted up on her elbow. “Three?”
“Yes. Three. Hope you’re not planning on sleeping tonight.”
He put the condom on and nudged her thighs apart, then drew her against him to kiss her again.
Oh, man, she really liked the way he kissed, the perfect way their lips fit together. There was a thoroughness to his kisses that left her lightheaded, and it had nothing to do with the champagne she’d had tonight. He had beautiful lips that made her want to linger and kiss him for hours.