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“Please,” I begged.

I felt Ty’s smile against my heated skin just seconds before he lifted his head and stared up my body and focused his attention on my face. “What do you want, Alana?”

His fingers were stroking ever so lightly at my sides, the tender touch undoing me.

“I want you to touch me and kiss me,” I told him. “I want to feel you moving inside me.”

Instantly, his fingers hooked around the waistband of my pants, but before he dragged them down my legs, he asked, “What about your foot?”

I hesitated, attempting to assess the situation. “It’s not ideal, but I think I’ll be okay as long as you’re on top and my legs are wrapped around your waist. Me being on top without that boot on could be too risky for my toe. And I don’t think it’d be very sexy with it on.”

Ty chuckled. “You’re sexy with your clothes and the boot on, so I figure if you had that boot on and nothing else, I would not be complaining.” He began dragging my pants and underwear down my legs, stopping at mid-thigh and said, “But let’s not worry about that now. I’ll give you what you need, what we both want, while you keep these gorgeous legs wrapped around me.”

He continued the downward journey toward my ankles, pausing there to be mindful of my foot. Once he had everything off, he took in the sight of me.

“Gorgeous, naked, and in my bed.” His voice was deep, rough, and the sound of it made me feel powerful.

“This is hardly fair,” I said, squirming under the intense scrutiny of his dark gaze.

His eyes traveled up my body, doing it slowly as he took his time appreciating each and every part, until they eventually settled on my face. “What’s not fair?”

“I’m naked, and you’re only halfway there.”

Ty’s mouth quirked. He hooked his hands into his pants and pushed them down his legs, ultimately removing them and his underwear, so he was as naked as me, kneeling on the bed beside my legs.

That alone had made me happy, but Ty went a step further and gave me several uninterrupted moments to appreciate the sight of him with nothing on, just as he’d done with me.

His lower half was just as impressive as the upper half, maybe even more so. “You’re—” I stopped, sat up, and cleared my throat. Reaching for him, I croaked, “You’re not small.”

Ty allowed my fingers to curl around his hard length, rewarding me with a groan when I squeezed and stroked. “I would never hurt you, babe.”

I smiled at the endearment and looked up at him through hooded eyes. “I know.”

Ty dropped one hand down onto the mattress beside me, allowing me to keep my hand on him, as he brought his other hand between my legs. My body shuddered the moment I felt his touch, and my mouth sought out his mere seconds after he began applying pressure and circling.

We stayed like that a long time, touching and teasing one another as we shared more than a handful of kisses. Those kisses, which had started off sweet and tender, quickly turned desperate and rough. There was lust and desire and labored breathing.

And when I wasn’t sure I’d need anything else but exactly what we had in that moment, Ty tore his mouth from mine, pulled his hand away, and reached over to his nightstand. “I need to be inside you, Alana,” he said just before he tore open the condom packet with his teeth.

My eyes were glued to his movements, watching as he rolled it on. There was something about seeing Ty with his hands on himself that had me growing even more turned-on.

When he was ready, he carefully positioned his body between my parted thighs, being mindful of my foot.

The next thing I knew, he was surging forward, stretching me, filling me. Ty gave me time to adjust to his size. “Are you okay?”

He’d brought his big, strong body down over mine, my hands floating over his shoulders and up into his hair. I lifted my headfrom the pillow and touched my mouth to his. “I’m the best I’ve ever been. God, you feel good.”

Ty growled, giving me just barely enough time to let that register before he moved. He started with several slow thrusts, surging forward with a steady rhythm and dragging his hips back at a torturously languid pace.

But even if his intent had been to drive me wild and get me to the point of begging for more, Ty couldn’t handle the torture himself. He soon picked up his pace and drove in, delivering one pleasurable and forceful thrust after another.

“So tight. So wet. Your pussy feels so good, baby.”

“Ty.”

He kissed me once, his tongue dipping inside to taste me before he tore his mouth from mine, lifted up, and cradled my hips in his hands. His eyes drifted down my body until they landed on the connection between us. Something primal took over, and he drove in harder.

Ty’s grip on my hips grew firmer as he powered into me, one delicious thrust after another. I was so turned on, watching the strength in his body, the power in his movements, and the heat in his stare as he gave us what we both had wanted, what we both had needed.

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