of their honeymoon. But tonight, in this moment, Tyler wanted Del to belong to
him
.
He intended to claim every inch of territory he could. He’d feel like shit about it tomorrow, but right now . . .
Fitting his hips to her ass, he slid his cock between her cheeks and laid his chest over her back. Del gasped. Yeah, the heat was intense. Tyler closed his eyes and let sensations wash over him. He should probably feel guilty for wanting her so much, but he refused to acknowledge it tonight. Del needed him—with any luck, half as much as he wanted her. The breast Eric didn’t fondle, Tyler cupped, toying with the engorged tip, rolling it between his fingers until she gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you, angel,” he whispered for her ears alone. “We’ll work and wriggle. You’ll gasp and tighten. But you’re going to take every inch of me. And you’re going to come for me. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I want to hear everything you’re feeling. Every second, every stroke. I have to know this is what you need and that I’m not hurting you. Stop talking, and I stop fucking. Are we clear?”
“Please.” She wriggled back against him, her voice breathy.
Perfect
.
Taking himself in hand, Tyler fitted the head of his cock to her tiny, slick opening and began pushing his way inside slowly.
Oh hell
. What a constricting little vise of pleasure. Hot and tight. Sinful and so fucking necessary to his next breath. All attached to the woman making his blood sing like no one ever had.
As he shoved in the next inch, then another, she tensed, gasped. He gripped her hips tighter, forcing himself to pause.
“Does it hurt?” It had been a long time for her.
“Yes,” she panted. “Give me more.”
Who the hell was he to turn that down? And how the fuck would he ever get his sanity back afterward?
Chapter Five
D ELANEY stared at the ceiling of Tyler’s guest room. Weariness pulled at her. The bed was insanely comfortable, and Seth’s deep breathing coming from the playpen relaxed her. She didn’t lie to herself; being this close to Tyler made her feel safe. How easy it would be to snuggle down, close her eyes, and drift off. Here, she could almost forget that a bomb meant to kill her had exploded not quite four days ago.
But she couldn’t think of her comfort now. Seth’s safety was more important. Though Tyler hadn’t known the boy more than a handful of hours, she had no doubt he would move heaven and earth to keep his son from danger. That had to console her. She would return to Los Angeles, investigate very quietly, write a kick-ass article, and lay low until it released. Once she’d nailed the bastard, she could come collect Seth . . . and say good-bye to Tyler.
He had a full life here in Lafayette, and she was both envious of and happy for him. But Tyler had always made friends easily. Once he cared about a person, he was as loyal as the day was long. He’d give a friend the shirt off his back.
Or his friend’s wife the release she’d desperately needed.
Del tried to keep thoughts of
that
night at bay. But like a song she couldn’t banish from her head, they came back. The heat, the alcohol, Eric’s pleading request. And the pleasure. Dear God, she’d never felt anything like the ecstasy Tyler had given her that night, hadn’t even known it existed. She remembered the moment he’d pressed inside her, slowly possessing her until all thought had fallen away, leaving only him and the searing need.
Those memories tumbled through her exhausted brain. No matter how tired she was now or how drunk she’d been then, everything about that night was crystal clear. Tyler bending her over the arm of the sofa. Eric brushing a kiss over her mouth, before glancing around her to watch Tyler press his thick cock into her pussy slowly, without mercy.
Though she had whimpered, she’d loved it.
This was really happening,
Del remembered thinking two years ago. She was going to have sex
him
.
He intended to claim every inch of territory he could. He’d feel like shit about it tomorrow, but right now . . .
Fitting his hips to her ass, he slid his cock between her cheeks and laid his chest over her back. Del gasped. Yeah, the heat was intense. Tyler closed his eyes and let sensations wash over him. He should probably feel guilty for wanting her so much, but he refused to acknowledge it tonight. Del needed him—with any luck, half as much as he wanted her. The breast Eric didn’t fondle, Tyler cupped, toying with the engorged tip, rolling it between his fingers until she gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you, angel,” he whispered for her ears alone. “We’ll work and wriggle. You’ll gasp and tighten. But you’re going to take every inch of me. And you’re going to come for me. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I want to hear everything you’re feeling. Every second, every stroke. I have to know this is what you need and that I’m not hurting you. Stop talking, and I stop fucking. Are we clear?”
“Please.” She wriggled back against him, her voice breathy.
Perfect
.
Taking himself in hand, Tyler fitted the head of his cock to her tiny, slick opening and began pushing his way inside slowly.
Oh hell
. What a constricting little vise of pleasure. Hot and tight. Sinful and so fucking necessary to his next breath. All attached to the woman making his blood sing like no one ever had.
As he shoved in the next inch, then another, she tensed, gasped. He gripped her hips tighter, forcing himself to pause.
“Does it hurt?” It had been a long time for her.
“Yes,” she panted. “Give me more.”
Who the hell was he to turn that down? And how the fuck would he ever get his sanity back afterward?
Chapter Five
D ELANEY stared at the ceiling of Tyler’s guest room. Weariness pulled at her. The bed was insanely comfortable, and Seth’s deep breathing coming from the playpen relaxed her. She didn’t lie to herself; being this close to Tyler made her feel safe. How easy it would be to snuggle down, close her eyes, and drift off. Here, she could almost forget that a bomb meant to kill her had exploded not quite four days ago.
But she couldn’t think of her comfort now. Seth’s safety was more important. Though Tyler hadn’t known the boy more than a handful of hours, she had no doubt he would move heaven and earth to keep his son from danger. That had to console her. She would return to Los Angeles, investigate very quietly, write a kick-ass article, and lay low until it released. Once she’d nailed the bastard, she could come collect Seth . . . and say good-bye to Tyler.
He had a full life here in Lafayette, and she was both envious of and happy for him. But Tyler had always made friends easily. Once he cared about a person, he was as loyal as the day was long. He’d give a friend the shirt off his back.
Or his friend’s wife the release she’d desperately needed.
Del tried to keep thoughts of
that
night at bay. But like a song she couldn’t banish from her head, they came back. The heat, the alcohol, Eric’s pleading request. And the pleasure. Dear God, she’d never felt anything like the ecstasy Tyler had given her that night, hadn’t even known it existed. She remembered the moment he’d pressed inside her, slowly possessing her until all thought had fallen away, leaving only him and the searing need.
Those memories tumbled through her exhausted brain. No matter how tired she was now or how drunk she’d been then, everything about that night was crystal clear. Tyler bending her over the arm of the sofa. Eric brushing a kiss over her mouth, before glancing around her to watch Tyler press his thick cock into her pussy slowly, without mercy.
Though she had whimpered, she’d loved it.
This was really happening,
Del remembered thinking two years ago. She was going to have sex
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