Chapter 10
DANI
“You’re so damn sexy when you put that face on, baby.”
Tyrell glances up from his phone, confused. “I’m frowning. I’ve just had to text everyone to let them know we probably won’t make it until Saturday night. We’re gonna miss the annual football game—not to mention all the other games Satch has no doubt planned. She’s a wizard, that woman.”
“I know.” I poke out my bottom lip. “And each one had a Valentine’s theme this year.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” I grin, sitting forward to check that we’re not being too loud for Tucker.
But he’s gone. Blissfully sleeping, his little mouth open, his long black lashes enough to melt my heart.
“Us girls were working on it in secret, but since we’re not gonna be able to make it anyway…
” My eyes dart back to my man. He’s fresh out of his shower, still shirtless, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Yep, Mama’s lady parts are singing.
Oblivious, his frown gets deeper.
And yeah, I’m gonna have to spell this out for him.
“I know it sucks that we’re gonna be late.
” I sigh, but then have to fight a giddy giggle.
My stomach trills as I move to my knees.
“But maybe they’ll push the annual football game back until Sunday.
” I eye up that perfect torso of his. His six-pack isn’t as defined as it used to be, but he is still one chiseled piece of art, and I bite my lip as I drink him in. “And…
“And what?” He drops his phone beside him, still stupidly unaware of how freaking hot I’m getting.
“Well…” I start crawling across the bed toward him. “Tuck’s asleep, and we’ve got this room for another two hours before we have to head for the gate. Maybe we should use it wisely.”
And finally he gets it.
His eyes flash with heat, his lips twitching just before I kiss him.
“Mmmm.” He parts his lips and I sink into him, loving his warm tongue and those smooth strokes. This boy has always been a good kisser.
He palms my ass when I straddle his waist, nudging me into his quickly growing erection.
Oh yeah, we’ve still got it.
Ten years and a baby have done nothing to douse the flame between us, and I pull back to grin down at him, letting that heat build and burn. His dark brown eyes flash again as he cups my face and pulls me down for another kiss.
I go willingly, pressing my mouth against his, unable to contain my giddy laughter when he quickly deepens it again.
His tongue is smooth and demanding. Damn, I love the way he owns me so easily.
His quiet strength.
The way he gently bosses me around in bed.
I love it so much.
“Take your shirt off,” he murmurs against my skin as he kisses a line up my jaw, nibbling my earlobe when I rush to do his bidding.
He helps me pull it over my head, tossing it aside and making quick work of unclasping my bra.
My breasts are bigger than usual; breastfeeding has made them swell, and I don’t love it, but Tyrell can’t get enough of them. He softly squeezes them, darting his eyes to mine to make sure that’s okay.
“Yeah,” I whisper, already out of breath as he sucks my neck and massages me.
While I’m breastfeeding, I’m finding I don’t love him kissing my nipples.
They’re being used for something else right now, and at first I felt kind of weird telling him, but he got it without any fuss and I actually cried.
Nearly ruined our first sex after Tucker was born, but he kissed away my tears and we made slow, gentle love.
But I’m not after slow and gentle right now.
I want this man to own me.
I want it quick and hot and searing.
Gripping the back of his head, I close my eyes and feel that delicious buzz travel through my body as I grind against his erection.
“These pants have to go, baby.” He buries his fingers into the back of my sweats, cupping my ass before tugging on the waistband.
I jump up, quickly complying until I’m standing on the bed, butt-ass naked, my pussy in line with Tyrell’s delectable smile.
“Well, hello.” Tyrell’s crocodile grin has a giggle popping out of me, but the second his fingers trail up the back of my legs, the laughter disintegrates and I press my hands against the wall behind the bed to steady myself as he pulls me forward and licks my clit.
A soft groan tumbles out of me.
“Shhhh, Dani Girl,” Tyrell murmurs against my skin, reminding me not to wake the baby.
Oh, I won’t.
This right here is way too important.
There will be no interruptions until we’re all the way done.
Tyrell nudges my legs apart even more, and I stretch over him, my fingers curling and digging into the wall when he parts my folds and licks a long line between them before finding my clit again and sucking it between his teeth.
That feels so good.
I’m not gonna last long at this rate. My legs are already quivering.
“You’re so wet.” His voice is laced with amusement, and I rest my forehead against the wall and peer down at him.
“What do you expect? You’re sitting there in nothing but a towel.”
His laughter is soft and gruff as he goes back to work on me, destroying every ounce of willpower with his sure tongue and magic fingers.
They slip inside me, a deep thrust that has me biting the back of my hand to stay quiet. His strokes are long and tantalizing, his tongue still doing a number on my clit, and I’m very soon taken out by a white-hot buzz that makes my knees buckle.
He can feel my orgasm mounting and pulls away to gently praise me like he always does. “Good girl. Come for me, baby. Come on now.”
Curling his fingers inside me, he makes it impossible to drag this thing out any further, and the second his lips are back on my sweet spot, I fold, my body shaking like an earthquake is rocketing through me.
My knees buckle and he catches me, his large palms securing my ass while he keeps licking and sucking until I don’t think I can take any more.
“Baby,” I whine, my voice raspy and desperate.
He nuzzles his nose into my abdomen, slipping his fingers out of me and lowering me back to the bed.
My head hits the mattress and I get the pleasure of watching him unhook his towel. Excalibur pings out to greet me and I reach for it, wrapping my fingers around his length and loving the way his eyes glaze with desire.
I make him feel so damn good.
He grunts when I squeeze his head, closing his eyes and obviously fighting to stay quiet.
Biting my bottom lip, I grin, massaging his cock and feeling like Aphrodite as he thrusts into my palm.
“I want in,” he starts to murmur, leaning over me and nibbling my jawline before claiming my mouth.
He strokes my tongue with his, lavishing me with deep kisses until I can’t breathe.
I lean up into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down over me. My legs spread wide, my weeping pussy begging as I buck my hips and seek him out.
He stills my thrusting, brushing his fingers against my folds and parting them so his tip can ease into me.
It’s a gentle nudge at first, but then I grip the back of his neck and demand a little more.
And he delivers, thrusting into me with a deep plunge that knocks me sideways.
I love the way he can do this to me.
Bowl me over like a freaking tsunami.
Hooking my leg around his hips, I dig my heel into his ass as he starts to move.
It feels so damn good, I can’t even think straight.
My body is buzzing, electric currents sparking through every inch of me as I take his thrusts—smooth and long, fast and deep.
Our rhythm is familiar, and although it still excites me, it also brings me comfort.
He knows my body like it’s his own.
We’ve made love all over the world, in all kinds of places. He’s explored every inch of my skin. He knows every freckle, dimple, scar, and crevasse.
And I love him for that.
I love him for the way he loves me. The way he makes me feel.
I’m his woman.
And he can’t get enough of me.
I smile up at the ceiling, cupping the back of his head and peppering his neck with kisses.
He groans, rising up on his arms and gazing down at me. His eyes soften with a look that’s all mine. It’s tender with affection yet doused in heat and want and ecstasy.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
“Me either.” I meet his next plunge, feeling it all the way through my core.
He grunts, grabbing my wrists and securing them above my head. He knows how much I love this, and I curl my fingers over the back of his hands, my tits brushing his skin as he continues to thrust into me, owning me with each jerk of his hips.
Leaning down, he kisses me deep, and I take each lashing of his tongue, drinking from him until I can’t breathe anymore.
He’s going to come soon. I can feel it.
My lips curl into an indulgent smile the second that first vibration whips through him.
“Ooooo,” he groans against my ear. “Fuck, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Digging my fingers into the back of his hands, I crane my neck back as he thrusts deep and fast… and again… and once more… and…
His moan of release is delicious, fanning across my face as he explodes inside me, leaving his seed with short jerks and whimpers that prove I am the queen of this bedroom.
“Fuck,” he rasps into my ear, letting my wrists go so he can hold my face. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Splaying my hand across his back, I grin and kiss the side of his cheek. “I love you too.”
He flops over me, his weight pushing me into the bed, and I laugh, wrapping my limbs as far around him as I can.
He rolls us onto our sides so he’s not squishing me, and I stare into his gorgeous face, so grateful for this delay. It gave us a minute for our bodies to reconnect. Finding time to do that with a baby around has been so much harder than I expected.
We’re either too tired, or Tucker wakes in the middle, or my body’s too sensitive, or we’re not in the mood.
But that right there… that was exactly what I felt like. What I needed.
“You good?” I cup Tyrell’s cheek, noticing his smile starting to fade.
He forces it back into place and nods. “Yeah.”
And I know he’s not telling me something.
He will.
When he’s ready, he always lets me in. I’ve learned not to push too early or it just takes longer. He can be a stubborn ass when he wants to be.
But he’s my stubborn ass, and I adore him.
Every single inch of him.
Pushing myself against him, I find his mouth again, making the most of this delay and Tucker’s sleep time.
We’ll be on a plane soon enough, and then Tyrell can open up about what’s eating him.