“You make me crazy,” he whispers as he releases my hair and plants a wet kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’ll never get enough of you, Lauren.”
I grin as I try to catch my breath.
The timer on the oven dings just as Ty pulls out of me, watching the juices from his climax drip down my thighs. “So fucking hot.”
I chuckle and walk to the oven, check the pie, and set it on a cooling rack. “Pie’s done.”
“Good.” Ty takes my hand in his and leads me up the stairs to my bedroom.
I’m a sticky mess, covered in caramel and flour and Ty. “You don’t want to have a piece of pie?” I giggle.
“I think we need to clean you up first.” He leads me to the bathroom and turns on the shower, leading me inside when it’s hot and the room begins to fill with steam.
“That’s right, you made this mess, you should clean it up.”
He pulls me against him under the water and kisses me hard as he grips my ass and grinds his erection against my belly, smearing the caramel between us.
“Seriously? Already?”
“I swear I’m sixteen again whenever I have your sexy, naked body against me.”
I pull back and soap up my hands and begin to glide them over his tight abdomen, enjoying his taut muscles.
“I thought this was my mess to clean up.” He grins.
“I like touching you,” I whisper, and watch my hands as they move up to his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms. I lather my hands some more and return to his stomach. His belly quivers when I pull my fingertips down the V at his hips.
“Ticklish?”
“No,” he lies.
I smirk and replay the move, skimming his sensitive skin with the pads of my fingertips.
He jumps again.
“Of course you’re not ticklish. You’re badass.”
“Damn right.” He watches me with hot eyes as my hand circles his semihard cock and gently washes him.
“I like this.”
“Do you.” It’s not a question.
“Very much.” I slowly lower myself to my knees. I tilt my head back to look up into Ty’s gaze and brush my lips lightly over the head of him. He hardens instantly in my grasp; his hands fist and his stomach clenches, and when I pull just the head into my mouth and suck gently, he swears under his breath and watches me, waiting impatiently to see where I’ll take him next.
I brace my spare hand on his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles move under my hand, and begin to pump his length. I pull him to the back of my throat and swallow, then pull up and roll my tongue around the rim and over the slit, then repeat the motion, slowly, until his hips are moving in my rhythm.
Finally, he grips my cheeks in his hands and pulls me off him and leans down to kiss me while he pulls me to my feet.
“Any more of that and I’ll come in your mouth.”
“That’s okay with me,” I reply breathlessly.
“No.” He shakes his head and lathers his hands with my body wash. “I’m going to come inside you, after I’ve made love to you for about three days.”
I laugh at his words, but then still as his hands glide over my body, cleaning me thoroughly. When his fingers reach my core, he slows his movements further, teasing me as he washes me, smiling when I gasp and pant and have to grip his arms to stay upright.
“You enjoy this.” I lean in and tug gently on his nipple with my teeth.
“I enjoy you, more than you’ll ever know, sweetness.” His breathing has changed. He shuts the water off and wraps a towel around his hips before drying me off completely. Before he can do so himself, I pull the towel off him and dry him off myself.
“Come.” He pulls the towel from my hand and tosses it aside and leads me to the bed.
With gentle hands, he guides me down onto the bed. The lover from the kitchen is gone and has been replaced by one with tender hands and soft, loving eyes. He rolls me onto my back and covers me with his warm, clean body, resting his pelvis against my own. My fingers glide up and down his back as he settles over me, brushes the hair off my cheeks, and nudges my nose with his.
“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?”
Rather than answer, I capture his lips with my own and kiss him long and slow, pushing my fingers through his thick, raven hair, gliding my hands down his back and arms. I can’t stop touching his smooth, warm skin, everywhere I can reach.
His lips leave mine and travel up to my eyes, over to my cheek, and farther still to my ear as his hips move and his hard cock rubs against my wet, pulsing core.
“I love making love to you,” he whispers, sending tingles through me as he rears back and pushes inside me, then stops when he’s buried as far as he can go.
My heart stutters at the mention of love. It’s too soon for love. Isn’t it? I know that what I feel as he begins to move is bigger than anything else I’ve ever felt for anyone in my life.
Ty’s nose drags down my neck as he begins to move in long, slow thrusts. He pushes his pubic bone against my clit, then pulls back slowly and repeats the motion over and over. My legs hitch up around his hips. He reaches down and pulls my left leg up over his shoulder, spreading me wider, and pushes in even farther, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“God, Ty, you feel so good.”
“This is all you, beautiful.” He moves just a little faster, increasing the friction. My body tightens around him, and I can’t stop the wave of ecstasy that moves through me, settles in my belly, and shoots out in all directions.
“That’s it, love, let go.”
There’s that word again. My back arches off the bed as another wave moves through me. Ty pulls my nipple into his mouth and tugs, watching me intently as he moves over me, making love to me more tenderly than he ever has before. His eyes clench shut as he pushes in as far as he can go and comes silently, shaking with the force of his climax.
“I—” He buries his face in my neck.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, stroking his back with my fingertips.
“You’re just—”
I chuckle and kiss his cheek, not caring in the least that the bulk of his weight is on me. “I need pie,” I whisper into his ear.
He pulls up onto his elbows and watches me, his eyes serious and mouth grim.
“What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and kisses me softly. “Not a damn thing.”
“Are you sure?”
He pulls out and rolls us over so I’m lying on top of him. “I’m sure.”