Chapter 23 #2
“Two weeks is nothing,” I say against his lips, moaning when Tyler rolls his hips into me, little sparks of pleasure dancing under my skin.
“Try three years.” I pause, wondering if I should say this next thing and then figure, what the hell.
I’m letting it all hang out there tonight, so what’s one more thing.
For a split second my brain offers me an image of what it would look like to give up nights like this.
To leave the man of my dreams for the job of my dreams. But I shove it away as fast as it comes because that’s a problem for later.
This is now. “I dreamed about you all the time. Thought about what it would be like to have you like this, and also in every other way. Waking up with you in the morning and going to sleep with you at night. Building a home with you. A life with you.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting my fingers drift into Tyler’s hair, playing with the short strands at his neck.
“How it would feel to have everything with you.”
Emotion clouds Tyler’s eyes as he brings a hand to my cheek.
“There is so much inside of me for you, Soph,” he says again, this time with a little hint of wonder in his voice, like he still kind of can’t believe we get to be here like this, and the look on his face is so earnest, my heart threatens to burst straight out of my chest. “I’ve never wanted everything with anyone else, but I think I would like to have everything with you. ”
Overcome, I rest my forehead against his, and we stay like that for a minute, wrapped together, breathing each other in.
It’s a lot, I realize suddenly, to get everything you’ve ever wanted in one single night.
In a good way. The best way. Leaning back, I smile.
“That sounds like something dream Tyler has said to me before. More than once, probably.”
Tyler’s lips lift into a smile. “Well tonight, let me be the Tyler of your dreams.”
His words hang between us for a split second before I burst out laughing.
A second later, Tyler is laughing too, and then tears are streaming down our faces.
Tyler’s body presses mine to the door as we cackle, holding onto each other in a desperate attempt to stay upright.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask through a peal of laughter.
Tyler snorts, which makes us both laugh harder.
There is something so wildly delightful about knowing that we’re still us—still Sophie and Tyler, best friends forever—even as our relationship takes on a new shape, that my face practically cracks in half with my grin.
“I have no idea, but for sure it was the worst thing I’ve ever said. ”
I laugh again and it causes my body to rock against Tyler’s, my pussy sliding right over his cock, and just like that, we’re not laughing anymore.
Tyler spins around with me in his arms, stalking towards the bed.
“How many orgasms do you think you’ve given yourself over the last three years while you thought of me?
” he asks, tossing me onto the mattress.
I land with a bounce and look up just in time to see him reach behind his back and pull his sweater over his head in a single motion, tossing it to the floor and then unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, leaving them hanging open, clinging to his hips.
My mouth goes dry as I look at him, all those glorious football muscles and golden skin, thin line of dark hair disappearing into the waistband of his boxers.
All of it begging for me to touch. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, but it might as well be because tonight, for the first time, I don’t have to keep my hands to myself.
I can touch him. All of him. Everywhere, I think with a little thrill.
Tyler leans a knee on the bed and drops down to hover over me.
He pushes a hand under my shirt, sliding it up over my belly, between my breasts, until it rests lightly at the base of my neck.
He squeezes just a little, thumb gliding over my throat, his eyes full of heat, and I inhale sharply, desire pulsing between my legs at this little display of possession.
I want more, immediately.
So much more.
“I asked you a question, Sophie,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “How many times have you slid your hand between your legs, fucked yourself with your fingers, wishing it were me?”
I give him a wicked grin because holy shit, this is so hot and so much fucking fun. “Why do you assume it’s just my fingers I’ve fucked myself with?”
The low, almost desperate whimper Tyler lets out is a sharp contrast to the way his eyes go dark. The way he sits back on his knees and pulls me up with him. He curls his fingers into the bottom of my shirt and whips it over my head, taking my bra with it and tossing them both away.
I snicker, even as the worshipful stare Tyler aims at my breasts has my whole body flushing with heat. “I just knew it.”
“Knew what?” he asks, trailing a finger over the swell of my breasts, gliding it down to circle one nipple and then the other.
I flatten a hand on his stomach, letting my fingers trace the lines of his abs, grinning when he sucks in a breath, his muscles flexing against my touch. “Knew you would be the kind of guy who has no patience for lingerie. Who’s in a rush to get to what’s underneath.”
Tyler flattens a hand between my breasts and pushes me back gently, covering my body with his.
Dipping his head, he takes my mouth in a wet, hot kiss before breaking away to glide his mouth down my neck, mapping my skin with his lips.
“Because what’s underneath is so beautiful.
” Trailing his tongue over the swell of my breasts, he dips lower to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight peak until I moan, lifting my hips for friction over my aching center and blowing out a frustrated breath when he grips my hips to hold me down.
“So perfect.” He switches sides and uses his tongue until I’m moaning up at the ceiling, sure I’m about to come from this alone.
“And tastes so fucking good. How many times Sophie?” he asks again, his voice muffled against my skin.
“Thousands, for sure,” I admit, gasping when he rakes his teeth over my nipple, the sensation arrowing straight to my clit.
“I’ve come thousands of times thinking of you.
Wishing it were you touching me. Three years is a long damn time, and you have no idea how badly I wanted you.
Want you,” I amend. Then I tangle my fingers in his hair and yank until he’s looking up at me.
“There hasn’t been anyone else since that night.
Not since I realized what you were to me.
What I hoped we could be to each other one day. ”
With lust and desire burning in his gaze, Tyler slides down my body and off the bed, pushing to his feet so he’s looming above me.
“Then it looks like I have some time to make up for. Strip,” he orders, his eyes pinned to mine.
“Pants off, Soph. I want to see all of you. Please, can I see all of you?”
Don’t have to ask me twice. Commanding Tyler who also begs is melt-your-underwear-off hot.
I try for finesse, but let’s be honest, that was never going to be me.
I’m the girl who fumbles with the button on her jeans, shoves her pants and underwear down all in one shot in a desperate attempt to get as naked as possible, as soon as possible, and gets a little tangled up in all the fabric on the way down.
But the second I kick my jeans to the floor, I channel my inner sex goddess and draw my legs up until my feet are flat on the bed.
And then, with my eyes locked on Tyler’s, I let my knees drop to my sides, baring myself to him.