“Make me,” I cry out.
When he reaches his hand between us, playing with my clit, it doesn’t take me long at all to follow his orders. He cradles my head as I come around him, pumping into me slowly, methodically.
“Going to come again,” I moan.
“Good. Come again for me, my wife.”
It sends me over the edge when he calls me that, possessive and brutal.
I love it.
And still, he’s pushing into me, stretching me, filling me, and it feels so good, so right.
“Can I come inside you?” he asks, barely getting the words out.
“Please, please,” I say. “Harder.”
“Fuck, Savannah.”
“I love you, Tyler,” I tell him, hanging onto the table leg for dear life as he comes.
“I love you,” he says, collapsing over me, kissing my cheek, my nose, my mouth. “That was awesome.”
I can’t help laughing, but he’s not wrong.
“It was pretty damn good,” I agree.
“If that’s the kind of sex we’re going to have for the rest of our lives, I wish I would have married you years ago.”
My heart squeezes with affection and warmth.
“Move in with me,” he says, eyes locked on mine. “I want you here.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“The offer stands, when you’re ready.” He kisses me again, and I sigh, beyond happy.
If this is marriage to Tyler Matthews, it’s pretty damn great.
“We better pick this up before Jacob gets back.” He stands up, and I try to, too, forgetting I’m tied to the table leg.
“Nah, you stay there, just like that, Peaches. I’ll get the dishes in the dishwasher, and then I’ll be ready for dessert.”
“Tyler! Don’t you dare!”
But he just gives me a devilish grin, dimples and all.
CHAPTER 54
TYLER
The week goes by in a rush, my focus on the game and work rivaled only by my joy at Savannah’s presence in my daily life.
Every night, I make time to see her. Every night, she makes time for me.
I’m so focused and happy that I haven’t been paying attention to nearly anything else.
“Game day!” I yell by way of greeting at Jacob, who’s sitting at the table, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone.