Page 112 of Friend Me

“What?”

“Undershirt,” I growled.

“It was cold tonight. I dressed for it. Unlike you in that tease of a dress.” He dropped his dress shirt to the floor and tugged the tee over his head. “I’ll admit I secretly hoped I’d have to give you my jacket.” He reached for it and slid it off my shoulders.

I ran my hands over his bare chest. All that bare skin that I’d glimpsed the morning I woke up in his bed was mine now. Mine to touch. Mine to lick. (I licked.) I rested my cheek against the center of his chest where his heart beat, strong and steady if a little fast. “All I hoped was that you’d come back for the party. I was so afraid—” My voice broke. I’d been afraid he’d never want to see me again. That he wouldn’t come to my party. That I’d go all the way to Texas for my grand gesture, and he’d tell me to go away.

“Marlee.” He leaned back and waited until I met his gaze. “I was scared, too. Scared I’d fucked it all up by asking for too much.”

I swallowed. It’d taken so much courage for him to ask for what he wanted, to risk something he held precious: our friendship. “Now we have it all.”

“We have it all.” The dimple was back, and it was mine to kiss. So I did.

“Bedroom’s back here.” I linked my fingers with his and led him back to my new bed. The pink bedspread and throw pillows were gone. Now I had a simple white comforter. I hadn’t decided yet on a color scheme for my new bedroom, so it was plain. Except for—

“Is that my sweater?” Tyler reached around me to snag it from its place on the second pillow.

I shrugged. No hiding it now. “I missed you.”

He laid the sweater on top of my dresser and turned to face me. “You’ll never have to miss me again.”

My heart slowed at his words, and warmth filled me up like I’d just finished a yoga class. I sat on the bed and, without breaking eye contact, eased back until I was lying down, my legs hanging off the side. “Show me.”

His hot gaze dropped from my eyes to my body, cataloging every part of me. A throbbing started at the juncture of my legs, and I pressed my thighs together to relieve it.

“Need something?” I’d never heard him growl like that.

My eyes flared, and I nodded. “Condoms are in the drawer.”Please, please, please don’t let them be expired.How long ago had I bought them in a flurry of hope that—no. I wouldn’t let him come into the bedroom with us. Tonight, it was just Tyler and me.

“Oh, it’ll be a while before we need one of those.” He knelt on the carpet and slowly ran his fingers up the insides of my thighs, inching up my skirt. “That is, if you’re okay with me down here?”

I squirmed, desperate for his touch. “Uh-huh.” Words were hard.

He stood, and I groaned. “I thought you were going to—”

He chuckled. “Oh, I am.” He reached for one of the pillows and wedged it under my head. Then he knelt again between my knees. “Watch.”

Oh.Oh.

He tugged my panties down my legs and off before he gently pushed my knees farther apart. He gazed at my center, and his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

“What’s that?” Yes, I’d heard him the first time, but I wanted to hear it again. Doesn’t every woman dream of finding a guy who thinks her naked body is beautiful?

He grinned. “Your pussy is gorgeous, Marlee. Pink and swollen and dripping for me.”

By the ten-thousand-degree surface of the sun, I had it bad for Tyler’s dirty talk.

“You seemed like such a nice boy.”

Those hazel eyes of his went dark. “I’ll show you nice.” There was a puff of hot air before his mouth descended on me, his tongue exploring, his teeth abrading, his lips soothing. Propped on the pillow, I watched his face delve between my thighs, a look of concentration on his face I’d only glimpsed the few times I’d watched him code.

And as good at coding as he was, he was even better at cunnilingus. Soon, he pressed a finger inside my entrance, and I arched my back.

“Still good?”

His warm, nimble finger and his talented tongue were so much better than my vibrator—even The Tyler. “Stop and I’ll slap you.”

“Maybe later.” His smile was wicked.

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