He slipped his hand between her legs, petting her while he sucked her nipples. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and held on as sharp pleasure traveled from her breasts to between her legs. She was nothing but mindless sensation, hot water raining down on her while overwhelming pulses sizzled at her core.
And when Ty dropped to his knees and lapped at her *, she drowned in the sheer erotic haze of being worshipped by his tongue and lips. She looked down to watch him licking her *, shuddering when his tongue disappeared inside her. Her legs shook as the pressure built inside her. And when he put his mouth over her and sucked, she burst.
“Ty,” she cried, bucking against his face as the force of her orgasm slammed her back against the wall. He held on to her hips while she rode it out, water pouring over her hair and sluicing down her body.
He rose and took her mouth, then entered her. She gasped, met his gaze.
“Shit. Let me get a condom.”
She held him firm. “Stay.”
“I’m safe. I have blood tests all the time. Team physicals. I never—”
She put her fingers on his lips. “I’m on the pill. We’re fine.”
“Jenna.”
“Make love to me, Tyler.”
He thrust into her and kissed her, swallowing her cries of pleasure with his mouth and his tongue. He swelled so thick inside her, his body grinding against hers and taking her so close to orgasm again she was shocked. But she wanted to feel him like this, so naked, so intimate, for just a few moments longer.
He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his hip, held her there while he pushed inside her with painfully sweet, slow thrusts that made her melt from the inside out. He swept her hair away from her face, his gaze so intense, so full of unspoken expression it took her breath away.
His jaw tightened and he powered up inside her harder this time.
When he kissed her, she came apart and felt the heat and power of him as his climax hit. She held on to him as he plunged inside her one last time, then shuddered against her, his mouth buried against her neck.
It had been so perfect, to feel him so raw and unsheathed inside her. Somehow she felt closer to him.
But now she was done for, exhausted, and utterly satiated.
Ty shifted her under the water to tenderly wash her off, then pulled her out of the shower. She gave him a lazy smile as he scrubbed the towel over her hair.
“I’ll comb it tomorrow,” she said, and he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the enormous bed, where he laid her down and climbed in after her.
She was asleep before he turned off the light.
TWENTY-ONE
JENNA WAS IN DEEP, DEEP TROUBLE.
She sat in her parents’ living room on Sunday, realizing she’d likely made the biggest mistake of her life. She’d invited Ty over for dinner.
It had happened in a weak moment. Utterly satisfied from so much mind-blowing sex, she’d invited him over while they were on the plane flying back from Chicago, figuring he’d likely say no because he had a game or would be out of town. After all, she didn’t keep track of his game schedule.
He didn’t have a game that day since he’d be leaving town the next morning for a road trip.
So he’d said yes.
To her family, her bringing a guy over for dinner was nothing short of a declaration of love.
Which it certainly wasn’t.
Was it?
How did she feel about Ty?
That was a question she wasn’t prepared to answer, or delve into at the moment, because Ty was due here in about ten minutes and she was as nervous as a bride on her wedding day.
Oh, bad, bad analogy.
“What are you fretting about over there?”
Jenna looked up to see her mother staring at her.
“Me? I’m not fretting.”
“You’re chewing on your bottom lip. You always do that when you’re worried about something.”
She removed her teeth from her lip and smiled at her mother. “I’m not worried about a thing, Mom.”
“She lies. She’s bringing a guy to dinner and she’s panicked, thinks we’re all going to give him the third degree.”
Mick pressed a kiss to the top of her head, walked past her, and snatched a carrot from the plate at the center island.
Mom waved the carving knife at him. “Do that again and I’ll make you do dishes.”
Mick shrugged. “You’ll make me do dishes anyway. You don’t scare me.”
He grabbed a piece of celery, winked at Jenna, and headed back into the living room.
“It’s a sad day when I can’t scare my kids with thoughts of dish duty.”
Jenna laughed, grabbed one of the stools at the island, and started mixing dip. “He’s a married man now. I’m pretty sure Tara’s got him washing dishes regularly.”
“So true,” Tara said as she walked in and grabbed the stool next to Jenna, taking up a knife to slice celery and carrots. “Big strong hands do a great job on greasy pots.”
“Jenna’s nervous because her boyfriend’s coming over for dinner today.”
Jenna glared at her mother.
“Ty’s coming for dinner?” Tara turned to her and smiled. “How wonderful. So things must be getting serious between you two.”
She knew she should have cancelled on him, told him she had a cold or flu. Or leprosy.