Page 6 of Closing the Distance

“How long?”

“Six months.”

That’s longer than I would expect from a man as hot as he is who’s clearly loaded.

A look crosses his face. “How long’s it been for you?”

“Longer than that. Now take those pants off and fuck me.”

His smile returns. “You’re pretty pushy when you’re horny, aren’t you?”

“I was promised earth-shattering sex. Most men would’ve already started by now. Hell, most men would probably be done by now.”

He undoes his belt and his pants as he talks. “I’m not most men,” he says, spinning my own words from earlier in the evening back to me.

“No, you most certainly are not,” I agree, and that’s what’s so terrifying. I’m used to knowing what men expect from me. It’s why it’s been so easy not to have sex for the last year and a half.

Ty is unlike any man I’ve ever met, and I wish he wasn’t so heart-wrenchingly handsome or sweet so I could pretend this was just sex. But already, I can feel my walls crumbling and my need for him morphing into something deeper. Something I shouldn’t feel for him after only a few hours in his company.

Then his pants fall, along with his boxer briefs, and he’s standing before me completely naked while I’m still in my bra and underwear. His hot gaze slides over my breasts and then down to that space between my legs.

“Seems you’re a bit overdressed.”

I scan his insanely sculpted body, my mouth watering with each defined line I see and the assortment of tattoos covering his arms, torso, and upper thighs. This man has never skipped gym day in his life. That or God really does pick favorites, and Ty is definitely His. No man should be this perfect.

“Lexi?”

I rip my gaze away from the hard dick that’s already leaking a bit of precum and force myself to meet his eyes. One brow is arched as he smiles knowingly at me.

“Do you need a hand?” he asks as he steps closer.

All I can do is nod. Yes, hands. I need his hands on me.He slides them up my sides and then to my back, unhooking my bra within seconds and discarding it on the floor. His hungry mouth finds mine, and all thoughts are obliterated as he moves us to the bed, slips my underwear off, and then works his mouth down my heaving chest, over my stomach, until he reaches that magical place between my legs that I was convinced men didn’t know existed.

Oh, but Ty finds it. Because of course this sexy-as-hell man knows how to find a clitoris.

My fingers dig into his hair as he shows me how skilled that mouth of his is, taking me right over the edge of oblivion within minutes. My body has barely recovered when he grabs a condom and thrusts deep inside me.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice tight like it’s taking all his strength not to give in to the pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, my nails digging into his ass while I tilt my hips, eager to keep this pleasure going. God, this man is going to ruin sex for me. No one will ever be able to live up to this.

“Fuck,” he curses, then slides his hand between us, rubbing tantalizing circles on my clit while his cock thrusts hard into my pussy, hitting a spot deep inside I didn’t know existed.

My back arches as a scream rips from my throat, the pleasure rushing through me so intensely I can hardly catch my breath. Two more thrusts and he follows me over with a deep groan.

“Give me ten minutes and then we definitely need to do that again,” he says as he collapses next to me, his body lax.

Four hours and three rounds later, my body is deliciously sore, and I can barely keep my eyes open, but I know I can’t fall asleep like Ty already has. It’s time to go. I put my clothes back on as silently as I can and then move toward the door of his bedroom.

I glance back one last time, memorizing how relaxed and peaceful he looks asleep. Ty. A man I’ll remember for the rest of my life, even if he was only mine for one night.

With an aching heart, I sneak out of his fancy apartment and take a cab back home.

FOUR

“Please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing—again?”

I press the side button to darken the screen of my phone and look up at Dom. Romel and Gabe put their stuff in the cubbies we’re using while we’re visiting Seattle and come over to join us.

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