Chapter 29
The instant my legs wrap around him, Tyler carries me to the kitchen, his mouth never straying from mine.
He sets me down, and as soon as we part, I’m peeling my shirt up and over my head, my breasts hanging free with no bra.
Tyler groans at the sight, a hand swiping over his mouth and he takes a step back to survey me like I’m a dessert buffet, and he doesn’t know what he wants first. His hooded gaze drops down to my swollen lips, my breasts, slowly downward and back up to my face.
Leaning against the counter, my teeth sink into my bottom lip, and Tyler is back, cradling both breasts in his hands lightly brushing both nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
Lowering, he kisses each one with surprising tenderness before taking a nipple into his mouth, teeth tugging lightly at the sensitive flesh.
His thumb slides against the other, flicking the peaked bud, and my eyes slam shut, a gasp slipping from my lips.
It’s been so long since anyone has touched me I bet I could orgasm from nipple play alone.
Tyler stokes my need with every flick of his tongue until I’m on fire, wanting more, wanting him. A hand goes to the waist of my pants, but he pauses, lifting his head with brows raised like he’s asking permission.
I give a swift nod, and Tyler drags my pants and panties down my legs till he’s on his knees in front of me.
“Right here is where I should have been all this time. On my knees worshiping you like the goddess you are.”
His words are a delicious rumble, causing a pin prick of sensation to dot my arms and legs, but I don’t have a chance for them to sink in before Tyler stands, lifting me until my ass hits the countertop and he’s dragging a chair to seat himself at my entrance.
Tyler takes one of my legs, gently draping it across his shoulder, then does the same with the other, before thumbing my aching clit.
“Sweetheart, you wreck me. You know this, right? I shoulda known you’d have the prettiest pussy. I’ve got to find out if it tastes as sweet as it looks.”
His words are a low growl, sinking to my belly and simmering there before moving lower.
Who’d have thought Tyler Kent would have such a dirty mouth?
I’m tempted to beg him to say it again, but before the words can leave my mouth he’s leaning in, parting me, sliding one finger into my throbbing heat.
My entire body, from my head all the way to my toes, quivers with desire.
I’m unable to string a single word together. If I tried, I’m certain it would be nothing more than an alphabet soup sentence.
Tyler drags me to the edge of the counter and leans in, running a hand up the slope of my thigh.
Bracing myself with one hand, my other goes to grip his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands.
His mouth presses a row of kisses to the inside of my thigh, stubble rasping against my skin, until he’s right at my center.
Placing his mouth over my clit, he sucks hard.
Then, with the flat of his tongue, he licks up my center, and good Lord, I might detonate on the spot.
My back arches and I can’t suppress the strangled moan that rises from my throat.
“Fuck, Tyler,” I cry out. The hand in his hair goes to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple.
Tyler’s eyes flicker up to watch me and when he groans against my clit, my eyes flutter closed, a palette of colors flaring against the backs of my eyelids.
A second finger sinks into me, and Tyler alternates between licking and sucking while finger fucking me.
I’m overwhelmed by sensations and everything is building, sending me higher and higher into bliss.
When I think I can’t take anymore, my orgasm rips through me so hard fireworks spark behind my eyes leaving me trembling as he continues slow licks, riding me through my orgasm.
I slump against the cabinet, and Tyler stands, his fingers going to his mouth to suck my wetness from them, his smoldering gaze latching onto mine.
“So fucking sweet, just like I knew you’d be.”
Tyler cages me in with his arms and kisses each of my cheeks and then the tip of my nose. I collapse against him, allowing him to hold me while I catch my breath.
“What about you?” I pant, my hand lowering to the evident bulge through his pants.
Stroking him through the fabric, he sucks in a breath.
He may have gotten what he wanted, but now I’m desperate to wrap my mouth around his cock and watch him lose control because of me.
My fingers tiptoe their way to the inch of skin above his waistband, playing with the button on his pants. “Don’t you need something?”
He tsks, laying a firm hand on top of my wandering fingers. “Jo, sweetheart, I got exactly what I need.”
A lazy afternoon finds us lying on the couch watching re-runs of The Big Bang Theory, my head in his lap while he threads fingertips through my curls, like he enjoys the texture.
Both kids are still gone, leaving the two of us alone all day.
I haven’t been alone with him for this amount of time since he arrived, and I’m thankful for the snow.
“Would you like to go for a walk?” Tyler asks, hand pausing in my hair. “I assume snow happens in Alabama about as often as it does in Texas.”
A walk in the snow does sound nice. Humming my assent, we both stand to layer up for the cold outside.
It’s mid-afternoon and some of the snow has begun to melt.
If Tyler plans on making it to his apartment, he’ll need to do that before nightfall when the temperatures drop and the melted snow turns to black ice.
The thought of him going back to his apartment sends a pang through me, but I can’t keep him here without a reason to give to Abby and Jay.
They’ve already questioned our relationship and they’re not used to a man being around in that role.
We step outside and the cold sends a shiver running down my spine.
Tyler takes the steps first, testing for ice, then takes my hand, guiding me down slowly.
We tread across the lawn and head toward downtown, strolling in companionable silence.
At one point, Tyler reaches out, threading his fingers with mine to tug me closer to him.
The chill in the air bites at my skin, but with my hand in his, I suddenly don’t feel quite so cold.
I slow in front of my childhood dream house, noticing the for sale sign before peering up at the cheery yellow exterior.
It’s a hundred-year-old Victorian with a large front porch, complete with a round turret perched on one corner.
Above each doorway are beautiful transom windows, and I know that upstairs there’s a north-facing sunroom with the most perfect light for painting, because of course I’ve stalked it one time or a hundred on the real estate website.
It also belonged to my childhood nemesis, Missy Anderson.
We never got along after her twelfth birthday.
It was a slumber party where she forced me to partake in a horrifying round with a Ouija board.
I swear, to this day, the piece moved on its own.
It scared the bejesus out of me and I called my Mawmaw to come get me.
For months after, Missy made fun of me for getting scared so I gave her the cold shoulder the rest of our school years.
Tyler stands patiently beside me, allowing my musings.
“This is my favorite house in Singing River.” I tell him about the slumber party, then proceed to wax poetic about the sunroom and all my daydreams of growing old on the front porch.
Tyler listens quietly, his hand never leaving mine. Then we fall silent, both staring up at the empty house of dreams.
“Anyway.” I sigh. “I hope someone lovely buys it. Hope they wipe it clean with some sage or an exorcism, though.”
Tyler chuckles and we proceed on our path.
Out of nowhere, I’m struck in the back of the head by a snowball, while another pings off Tyler’s thigh.
Spinning, I spot Jay and his friends, doubled over in laughter.
Tyler looks at me, a challenging glint in his eye and we both crouch to grab a handful of snow, packing it to a ball and take off running after Jay’s crew.
When we get close enough, Tyler counts down under his breath and we both fling our snowballs the kids’ way.
An athlete I am not, so mine lands about a foot from Jay, but Tyler’s hits him square in the forehead. Jay’s face twists like it hurt.
Tyler gasps and takes off to make sure Jay isn’t hurt.
He’s almost to them when Jay’s face turns to a mischievous grin, and he and his friends assault Tyler, pelting him with snowball after snowball.
When the assault ends, Tyler is practically covered in wet snow.
He raises his hands in surrender and the kids take off down the road, shrieks of laughter trailing behind them until they’re out of sight.
I’m laughing so hard that I’m gasping for breath, but when Tyler stalks my way my laughter skitters to a halt. The look he’s giving me is downright predatory. He stops so close our chests touch, and captures my mouth in a kiss.
Any other day I’d overthink everything about this kiss out in the wide open streets of my town. Today, though, it feels like we’re caught in the snow globe magic of the day where the world is soft around the edges and I’m brave enough to take what I want from him
He abruptly breaks the kiss, and just as I’m leaning in for more, Tyler plops a huge snowball right on top of my head. I giggle into his snow damp shirt, feeling like a giddy teenager.
“I need to change. My clothes are soaking wet now,” Tyler says, motioning to his torso.
“Well, your apartment is a block away. We can go real quick,” I offer, suddenly feeling nervous about seeing his living quarters. He’s only been with us at my house throughout his time here.