And when he held the kiss and nudged her legs apart, she went willingly, opening to him so he could slide his cock against the entrance to her *. He entered her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him.
She pulsed as he thickened inside her, her body adjusting to him, everything about her discovering everything about him. It was achingly sweet, a powerful aphrodisiac that made her clench around his cock.
She listened to the sound of his breathing, deep and heavy like hers. He smelled so good, like fresh winter and sexy, musky male. His body was like a plane of hard-edged muscle, yet his skin was soft. And when she ran her hands over him, she’d feel the occasional bump—scars, maybe? She’d have to discover all those later, after this initial exhilarating rush of first-time sex.
Because right now all she was interested in was the way his body moved against hers, the way he pulled out, then slid inside her again. He was easy with her at first, and she appreciated it because it had been awhile. But once her body adjusted to him, she needed more, and let him know it by arching up to meet him, accelerating the pace.
And he was obviously happy to give her exactly what she wanted, because he drew partway out, then thrust, deeper this time.
“Yes. Just like that. Harder again.”
He took her hand in his and tangled his fingers with hers, and gave her what she asked for, plunging inside her, then grinding his hips against hers until she saw stars. She whimpered, her body tightening around him, squeezing him, taking her so close she had to fight not to come.
“Jenna.”
She met his gaze and he lifted against her, then slammed it home, rocking against her with a strong rhythm that balanced her right on the peak several times, only to pull back and take her up again. And each time, he rocked against her clit, conscious of her pleasure, her needs.
This man was magic.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. He swept his hand under her butt and held her close. Lines of strain tightened his features as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold on as he began to slam against her, one right after the other.
“Tyler. That’s going to make me come.”
“Then let’s go, babe.”
He bent her knee, drew her leg up, and pounded hard, tunneling faster and faster against her. And then he kissed her, his tongue licking against hers. The sensation rolled south and the waves of orgasm rushed over her. She moaned against his lips as her climax hit her hard. She dug her nails into his skin, bucking against him as the sweetest pleasure of all rocked her. And when he groaned and came with a burst of thrusts, she held on to him, loving the feeling of him tightening and shuddering around her.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her while they both settled and breathed.
Wow. That had been…amazing. It wasn’t like she’d never had great sex before, but that had been…Wow.
Yeah, they had chemistry all right.
When he withdrew he left for only a second, but came back and pulled her into his arms again.
She had an idea that maybe he’d want to leave right away. Some guys did, were uncomfortable with the after part of sex. Ty didn’t, just continued to stroke her body, drawing lazy circles over her skin with the tip of his finger.
She didn’t know what to do now.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had a guy in her house. She was picky. And busy. And maybe she preferred her own company over just bringing home random guys. She’d done plenty of that when she’d first moved out and gotten her own place at nineteen. Her rebellious, independent stage, when she’d first tasted freedom without parents and big brothers looking over her shoulder. That had been fun, but it had grown old fast. She’d been young, but more mature than most of the guys she’d brought home.
Men were often boys in disguise, and she had very little patience for the games they played.
Not much had changed in the eight years she’d been out there dating. Men were pretty much all the same, much to her disappointment. Then again, she didn’t get out much to meet different types of guys. She was usually trapped at the bar, and she already knew those types of men were not her type at all.
So why was one of those types of men lying in her bed?
Because he was tall, built, gorgeous, and she’d wanted to touch his hair.
Yeah, well, she’d touched his hair all right. Among other things.
“You’ve gone quiet on me, Jenna. Are you tired?”
She lifted her gaze to his. He was studying her. “Not tired. Reflective.”
He propped his head in his hand. “Sex reflective or wedding reflective?”
She laughed. “Neither. Or I don’t know. Maybe a little of both.”
She waited for the panicked, after sex, deer-in-the-headlights look a lot of men got.
Nothing. He just seemed interested.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I was thinking about Mick and Tara’s wedding and how much my life has changed in the past several years.”
“Yeah?” How so?”