Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Long moments later, Tyler rolls us to the lay on the couch, facing each other, his hand on my face. “You okay?”
I laugh at that. “Did I not seem okay?”
“I love that you did that with me. Did you like it?”
I can feel my cheeks heat. “Yes,” I whisper. “I liked it. I didn’t expect to, but I did.”
“And you’re my woman,” he says with a smile. “Right?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m your woman.”
“I’m yours, too. You know that, right?”
“I think I do now.”
“Damn, woman. You think? I might have to spank you again.” He reaches around me and grabs my backside, pulling me flush against him. “I’m all yours, Bella. Now you’re going to have to decide what to do with me.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Bella
I leave Tyler on the couch, napping, to go to the bathroom and check on Molly. I find her knocked out and absolutely adorable with her little stuffed heartbeat puppy.
I really do love this dog.
Tiptoeing away, I use the bathroom, wrap myself in a robe, and don’t even bother to look in the mirror. If I’m a mess, Tyler made me this way and I enjoyed every second of it. When I return to the living room, he’s still naked, on his back on the couch, and sound asleep. Men. They always sleep after sex. We stay awake and analyze the sex. I grab ice water and rejoin him, sliding down onto the floor beside him. I’m with Tyler. I can’t even believe this has happened.
“Why do you have clothes on? I told you I’m not done with you.”
I twist around to look at him, and I cannot resist flattening my hand on the wall of muscle that is his abdominals. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“Pretending. I was hoping you’d wake me up on top of me.”
I laugh. “I already did that tonight.”
He rolls in my direction, and before I know what’s happening, I’m on top of him, my robe discarded. “Better,” he says, and then rolls me to my back with his big body on top of me. “Better again.” He kisses me and nuzzles my neck. “You smell like sunshine, but if Becker ever calls you that again, I’ll punch him.”
I’m not sure if I should laugh or get mad, mostly because he’s hard again and the weight of him on top of me is fairly delicious. “I’ll tell him only you can call me sunshine.”
He eases back to stare down at me with those baby blues of his. “I’ll call you mine.”
That statement does all kinds of wild things to my belly. “That’s better than sunshine,” I murmur.
“And what do you call me?”
“My very own bastard?”
He laughs and it’s this low, sexy masculine rumble that I feel in the clench of my sex and the pucker of my nipples. It’s almost ridiculous how easily he turns me on, although he is hard and between my legs right now. He shifts then and slides off the couch, on his knees beside me. He grabs my glass of water and sips and then scoops out a piece of ice.
My brows dip. “What are you doing?”
“I told you. I’m not done with you yet.”
He leans in and kisses my puckered nipple, his other hand reaching for the opposite nipple, and his fingers just barely caress it. Heat rushes through me. I’m hot and that must be his plan because he slides that ice over my nipple. I gasp and arch my back. A chill runs down my spine and he suckles the chilled nipple, the contrast of warmth to the cold sends me into sensory overload. He leans in and kisses me and while I’m lost in his kiss, he slides that ice over my other nipple. This time the chill is too much and I all but beg for his mouth.
Next, the ice slides down my body to my belly, and his tongue once again follows. His finger slides between my legs, teasing my clit, and I’m breathing in puffy breaths I can’t control. I’m at his mercy as is the orgasm my body is screaming for. When his fingers slide inside me and his mouth closes on my nipple, I moan with the intensity of the pleasure. I’m already on the edge, so close to coming I can barely hold back. I can’t hold back. Oh my God, he’s barely had his fingers inside me and I’m going to—I do. It happens. I tense and then my body spasms around his fingers. My whole body is rocked, and I think I’m trembling from head to toe.
The minute I’m on the other side of the orgasm, he’s on top of me, pressing inside me and it’s as if I’m just having one long orgasm, because my body needed him hard and inside me. He stares down at me and there is this magnetic pull between us. “God, woman, what are you doing to me?” he murmurs before his mouth crashes over mine. I moan with the feel of his tongue, the way his cock thrusts into me, the way his hips rock and grind. It’s all so deliciously dirty and sexy and yet somehow, it’s so very intimate in a way that isn’t about sex at all.