as she fought to bring reality back into focus so she could see the hotel room where she now stood frozen in front of Ty. However, Ty wasn’t ready for her reality.
“Melissa, breathe.” It took a moment to realize he knelt in front of her. Had she sat down at some point?
God, the towel was barely covering him as his hands cupped her face and she forced herself not to look down. She focused on his eyes, the movement of his mouth, the warm breath blowing over her face.
“That’s it, baby. Breathe for me. You’re good, just breathe deep.”
“Ty, what…” she never finished.
Ty gently took her lips in a slow, simmering kiss that sucked the air right out of the room and sent her head spinning again, but for completely different reasons. Her eyes popped wide open as his large hand cupped the back of her neck and held her gently, deepening the kiss. It was like lightening before the storm hits, tingles down her arms and the hair standing on end. When he pulled back she could barely breathe.
“Now, are you going to argue with me?” he asked softly, licking her bottom lip.
“Argue?” she whispered, eyes latching onto that wet tongue of his as he licked his lips again. “Who was arguing.”
“That’s what I thought.” With the slow moves of a jungle cat, Tyrone DuValle reached down and picked her up as if she weighted nothing more than a feather pillow and placed her on the unmade bed next to them. He followed her down, blanketing her body with his. The warmth of his body even with just a towel covering him seeped into her like a thermal blanket and her bones soaked it up like life-giving water. The shaking stopped, her muscles began to relax, and she finally took the first deep breath since he had stepped out of the bather from his shower.
Chapter 14
He couldn’t stop kissing her.
Lord have mercy, ever since Ty had seen her lying there on the cave floor his heart hadn’t felt right until last night when he had finally wrapped her in his arms while she slept. He didn’t think it would ever be the same after the last 24 hours. There was just no way he would ever be able to let this woman go again.
There was a legend in the DuValle family that went back as far as his great-great-grandparents, and his parents told him the stories about the men in his family and the women they loved. It was said that once they found the love of their life, be it at age six, sixteen, or sixty, it was over. They were never the same and there was never another woman for them. His grandpa told him about it from the journals he had of his father and grandfather, of how they had left the old country because of how people didn’t like who they wanted to marry. It was why his ancestors came to be in the United States, much like so many others that eventually came to this land.
Ty DuValle had loved Melissa McKinney since the day he first looked at her as a gangly, awkward tomboy at the age of twelve and the oldest of four living across the alley from his parents’ house. She was the first friend he made in school, the first girl he ever kissed, and the only girl he ever fought over. However, she never knew the last one.
As he lay there blanketing her now, looking into those deep blue eyes so wide and scared, Ty realized he had waited his entire life for this one moment. To hold his soul mate in his arms and tell her how he truly felt.
“What are you doing, Ty?” she whispered, pushing back on his chest just a bit but not so hard as to move out of his arms.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, chuckling. Ty wiggled his hips, and watched her eyes widen bigger if that were even possible. “Baby, I finally have you where I’ve wanted you since you were seventeen years old!” Her face went flaming red and Ty couldn’t stop from laughing.
“What? You thought I was a saint?”
“Well, no!” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and refusing to look at him. “But you could have said something before
“Melissa, breathe.” It took a moment to realize he knelt in front of her. Had she sat down at some point?
God, the towel was barely covering him as his hands cupped her face and she forced herself not to look down. She focused on his eyes, the movement of his mouth, the warm breath blowing over her face.
“That’s it, baby. Breathe for me. You’re good, just breathe deep.”
“Ty, what…” she never finished.
Ty gently took her lips in a slow, simmering kiss that sucked the air right out of the room and sent her head spinning again, but for completely different reasons. Her eyes popped wide open as his large hand cupped the back of her neck and held her gently, deepening the kiss. It was like lightening before the storm hits, tingles down her arms and the hair standing on end. When he pulled back she could barely breathe.
“Now, are you going to argue with me?” he asked softly, licking her bottom lip.
“Argue?” she whispered, eyes latching onto that wet tongue of his as he licked his lips again. “Who was arguing.”
“That’s what I thought.” With the slow moves of a jungle cat, Tyrone DuValle reached down and picked her up as if she weighted nothing more than a feather pillow and placed her on the unmade bed next to them. He followed her down, blanketing her body with his. The warmth of his body even with just a towel covering him seeped into her like a thermal blanket and her bones soaked it up like life-giving water. The shaking stopped, her muscles began to relax, and she finally took the first deep breath since he had stepped out of the bather from his shower.
Chapter 14
He couldn’t stop kissing her.
Lord have mercy, ever since Ty had seen her lying there on the cave floor his heart hadn’t felt right until last night when he had finally wrapped her in his arms while she slept. He didn’t think it would ever be the same after the last 24 hours. There was just no way he would ever be able to let this woman go again.
There was a legend in the DuValle family that went back as far as his great-great-grandparents, and his parents told him the stories about the men in his family and the women they loved. It was said that once they found the love of their life, be it at age six, sixteen, or sixty, it was over. They were never the same and there was never another woman for them. His grandpa told him about it from the journals he had of his father and grandfather, of how they had left the old country because of how people didn’t like who they wanted to marry. It was why his ancestors came to be in the United States, much like so many others that eventually came to this land.
Ty DuValle had loved Melissa McKinney since the day he first looked at her as a gangly, awkward tomboy at the age of twelve and the oldest of four living across the alley from his parents’ house. She was the first friend he made in school, the first girl he ever kissed, and the only girl he ever fought over. However, she never knew the last one.
As he lay there blanketing her now, looking into those deep blue eyes so wide and scared, Ty realized he had waited his entire life for this one moment. To hold his soul mate in his arms and tell her how he truly felt.
“What are you doing, Ty?” she whispered, pushing back on his chest just a bit but not so hard as to move out of his arms.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, chuckling. Ty wiggled his hips, and watched her eyes widen bigger if that were even possible. “Baby, I finally have you where I’ve wanted you since you were seventeen years old!” Her face went flaming red and Ty couldn’t stop from laughing.
“What? You thought I was a saint?”
“Well, no!” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and refusing to look at him. “But you could have said something before
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