Page 13 of A Constant Reminder

Chapter 8 – Sam

A few days had passed since we’d come home from the hospital, and as much as I loved my wonderful boyfriend, I was beginning to feel a bit like his patient instead of his girlfriend.

Deep down, I knew he was just trying to be helpful, but I didn’t enjoy being waited on hand and foot like I was an invalid.

His guilt made him overcompensate. I understood, but I just wanted us to get back to normal.

The culpability he felt was unnecessary, but I understood it. I would feel awful if something happened to him because of my involvement with James.

Just the thought of that turned my stomach so hard I thought I might vomit.

Although I was happy to be back in our little bubble secluded in our own paradise, it wasn’t quite like I’d imagined.

For starters, Tyler hadn’t touched me…at least not in the way I yearned for. I’d hoped we would continue our streak of fucking on every surface of the house, but he had barely given me more than a peck on the lips or cuddles on the couch.

My body was still sore, but I knew any pleasure he could give me would far outweigh any discomfort.

Just looking at his lips made me crave the way his kisses could devour me so completely. And the slightest touch of his fingers on my flesh caught my skin on fire and wanted those hands touching every inch of me.

Self-doubt began to creep in as I wondered if maybe I was a little too broken for him to find sexy, but I quickly stomped it out. I wasn’t going down that dark road. I knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere good, and my mind was already fucked up enough.

Instead, I made up my mind that seducing him was my only option. I’d have to wear down his self-control until he took me with every ounce of passion within him.

That afternoon, we were lying on the couch watching tv when I’d had enough. I kept inching toward him bit by bit before leaning up to give him a string of kisses along his neck.

“Kansas, what are you doing?”

Hooking one leg over his waist, I straddled his lap. “Taking what I want.”

His eyes found mine, and doubt flooded the icy blue pools. “I don’t want to hurt you…or push you if you aren’t ready.”

“Ty, I’d tell you if I wasn’t ready. After last time, I waited four years before letting another man touch me. But I wanted you to do it. You help all my broken pieces fit back together again. Maybe I need that again this time. Your touch can bring me some peace.”

His hands lightly cupped the sides of my face as he slowly pulled my lips to his. His face still had that scruff to it, but those lips were so soft.

Slowly, I opened for him letting his tongue mingle with mine. Even the most tender kisses were electrifying and sent heat straight to my sex. The slightest flick of his tongue made my clit pulse. Maybe it was because I knew exactly what else he could do with that tongue.

Pulling back for a moment, his eyes burned into mine. “You’re fucking amazing. Do you know that? Strongest woman I’ve ever met.”

“Then, take me to bed. I can handle it.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered in my ear.

I jumped up like a kid on Christmas morning and headed for the stairs at lightning speed.

By the time Tyler walked through the door, I was already naked and waiting, wasting no more time. I needed him to take me.

As he pulled off his shirt, he said, “Now, if anything hurts, you tell me to stop. I’m going to try to be easy, but I need you to be honest about any pain.”

“Promise,” I whispered.

As he pulled down his jeans, his massive cock sprang free. I would never stop being in awe of how big it was. It was just as gorgeous as the rest of him…from his crystal blue eyes and dark hair to his tribal-inked chest and defined abs.

Good God, how is he all mine?

He rolled a condom on and climbed on the bed positioning himself beside me. He began trailing kisses down my jaw before finding the sweet spot on my neck and gently biting.

One of his large hands found its way to my breasts, slowly caressing each one and rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger. My breath hitched at the sensation.

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