Chapter 38

I feel his fingers curl around my hip, pulling me closer to him. His free hand runs down my spine, sending shivers through my body. I gasp as his thumb brushes against my sensitive flesh, causing my eyes to close involuntarily. I lean into his touch, wanting more.

You shouldn't have let him sleep in with you, but we were so tired, I respond to myself, grinding my hips closer to him, wanting to reach for his hard cock and just ride him. But I don't move, I just let him do anything to me.

He kisses my neck, his lips soft against my skin. His teeth graze my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. I moan softly, unable to resist the wave of desire that washes over me.

"Do you like that?" His voice is rough, full of emotion.

I nod, unable to speak. His fingers continue their slow massage against my skin, moving up and down my spine. I can feel the tension in my body start to ease as the pleasure builds.

"You're so responsive," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "I could spend all night making love to you."

"Ty, fuck me," I moan.

"You want me to fuck you hard, little minx? Fill you up, make you mine?" His throaty voice makes every cell of my body quiver.

The thought of him stretching me, possessing me sends a jolt of excitement through me. I want him to spend all night here, making love, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. But we can't . . . not yet.

I'm not ready for him, for us. Will I ever be?

"We shouldn't," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady.

He pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes. "Why not?"

Because we're not ready, I want to say.

He kisses me again, this time more passionately. His hand moves from my back to my breast, gently cupping it through my shirt. I gasp at the sensation, my body responding instinctively.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers against my lips. "Tell me you don't want this."

I shake my head, unable to speak. He smiles, his green eyes dark with desire. And then he leans in, his lips finding mine in a slow, sensual kiss.

I respond eagerly, opening my mouth to him. His tongue sweeps inside, tangling with mine in a dance of passion. I feel my heart racing, my body on fire. This is what I've been missing, what I've been craving. And he's the one who can give it to me.

The sound of water running fills the room, breaking the intense moment. We pull apart, both of us breathing heavily. He stands up.

"Don't go," I beg him.

And suddenly, I open my eyes with a gasp, disoriented. The dream-Ty fades as I take in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. Early morning light filters through the shutters and the shower runs in my adjoining bathroom. I sit up slowly, pressing my fingers to still-tingling lips. Just a dream . . . Yet, it felt so real. My heart continues to pound as traces of the dream mixed with desire and disappointment wash over me.

The water shuts off and the bathroom door opens. Ty steps out, a towel hanging low on his hips, rippled muscles still dripping from the shower.

"Are you okay, babe?" he asks, brow furrowed in concern.

"Uh-huh," I murmur, shaken. I press a hand to my chest, trying to slow my racing pulse.

"You were screaming," he says, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. His warm hand smooths back my tangled hair. "Bad dream?"

I lick my still-tingling lips, avoiding his probing gaze. "I guess so," I hedge, the passionate dream lover's identity hitting me fully. My cheeks flush. I meet Ty's eyes, seeing the same smoldering desire from the dream reflected there.

He laughs, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Your cheeks are flushing . . . Somehow, I think you had a very good dream. Was I there?"

"No," I lie unconvincingly.

His grin widens. "Was it good?"

I give a noncommittal shrug, squirming under his playful scrutiny, heart still racing.

He brushes his knuckles tenderly down my cheek. "Soon, I promise," he murmurs. Though his tone is light, there's an undercurrent of longing that mirrors my own.

I lean into his touch despite myself. "Soon," I echo in a whisper. His thumb caresses my lower lip and my breath catches. As our eyes lock, the air charges between us. Soon may not come soon enough.

Buoyed up by reckless desire, I stand abruptly and grip the edge of his towel. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he doesn't move to stop me as I give the towel a firm tug. It falls to the floor, leaving him gloriously bare before me.

A thrill courses through me at my own daring, along with a healthy appreciation for what the towel no longer conceals. I let my gaze travel slowly over him. I kneel between his legs, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. He watches me, his eyes dark with desire. I trace my fingers along the length of his cock, feeling the veins pulsing beneath my touch. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have him inside of me.

"You want this?" he asks, his voice rough with need.

I nod, my heart racing at the thought of taking him into my mouth. He groans, the sound vibrating through my body as I lean forward and take him. His taste is salty and sweet, with a hint of arousal. I take him deeper, feeling the muscles in his abdomen tense as I do so.

My tongue darts out to trace the vein on the underside of his shaft, and I hear him gasp. I look up at him, catching his gaze. The fire in his eyes sends shivers down my spine. His hips thrust, giving me better access.

I take him as deep as I can, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He groans loudly, his fingers digging into the skin of his thighs.

I pull back, slowly sliding my mouth off his cock. I look up at him, our gazes locked. He's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I lean forward, taking his cock back into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head. I hear him moan, "Indie, please," the plea sounding through my bedroom.

I continue to pleasure him with my mouth, using my hands to stroke his thighs and balls, teasing him with gentle squeezes. He's losing control, his hips bucking wildly as he tries to get closer to his release. I increase the pressure on his cock, taking him deeper into my throat.

He lets out another strangled cry, his hips bucking wildly. I increase the pressure, sliding my tongue along the sensitive ridge.

His fingers dig into my shoulders, leaving bruises, but I don't mind. This is what I want. I want him to feel everything. I take him deeper into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He groans loudly. I continue to pleasure him, using my hands to stroke and massage him. His body tenses, and I know he's close. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the salty mixture of sweat and arousal.

He cries out, his voice hoarse. I feel his cock twitch, pulsing with his imminent release. I take him as deep as I can, feeling the warmth spread through my body as he comes. I swallow every drop, feeling it slide down my throat. As he catches his breath, I look up at him, our gazes locked. He's flushed, his chest heaving. I smile, knowing I did that to him this time—not to prove I have power over him, but because I genuinely want him.

"I'll be thinking of that while I'm away," he murmurs, as he helps me stand up and takes me into his arms, "missing you."

He kisses me deeply and I melt into him, threading my fingers through his hair. When we finally break for air, he rests his forehead against mine.

"I think I fell even more in love with you, if that's possible," he says. His voice catches slightly on the word love as if he still can't believe this is real.

But I'm the one who might not be able to catch up to him who is scared of whatever happens next because this time I wouldn't only lose the guy, but also his little girl.