Page 49 of Uncovered
“Your room is really nice. Your whole house looks like it belongs in a magazine. At some point, I want to snoop around and look at your family photos or whatever posters hang on your wall, but right now, that’s not what I want to do.”
“No--” he says, almost in a panic.
“No?” I ask, a little startled at his tone.
“No, baby.” His tone is gentler now, as he runs his fingers along my collarbone, the sensation more erotic than I thought possible.
He leans close to give me a kiss. “What do you want, Phoebe?”
“I want you to make me feel good.”
The look on his face tells me he wants exactly the same thing. He shifts us, and soon, my back is against the arm of the sofa. He props a fluffy pillow behind me, and I lean back into the soft cushions as he lifts my legs so I’m lying prone. Ty stretches out beside me, his bigger body cradling mine as his hand roams across my abdomen. Likewise, my hands explore his body. His chest is hard and sculpted, with only a smattering of hair between his pecs. His shoulders are broad, his arms muscled, and his abs defined. I should probably be intimidated, but I’m just fascinated. It’s like a playground, and I want to play.
He toys with the neckline of my t-shirt and his featherlight touches make my skin hot. “I seem to have an unfair advantage,” I say.
“Oh yea?” he questions, dropping kisses along my jaw. “What’s that?”
“You're shirtless.”
“That is easily remedied.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I can feel his lips break into a smile against my skin. His fingers grip the hem of my tee and I lift enough to shimmy out of my shirt. Ty ducks his head to pepper kisses on the swells of my breasts. It’s been so long--so very, fucking long--since anyone has paid sweet attention to my body, and never like this. Never this good, this sure, this hot. Ty knows what he wants--and what he wants is me. I can feel it in every stroke of his tongue, every tender, confident touch. His left hand cradles my right breast, pushing it closer so he can press soft, wet, hungry kisses across my sensitive skin. I throw my head back and cry out, unable to contain my reaction.
My breathy moans spur him on as he turns his attention to my other breast. His mouth feels so good, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like in other places. My fingers curl in his soft hair, gripping and urging him on. “Ty,” I breathe.
“Yeah, Phee?” His voice is rougher, deeper than usual.
“I want you.”
“I’m right here, sweetness.”
“I want you everywhere,” I say, anxious for his mouth to explore the rest of my body. Taking his hand in mine, I trail it down my body until it hits the waistband of my jeans. Ty looks up at me. “Yea?”
I nod. “I want you to touch me, Ty.”
His blue eyes turn dark like the night sky, as he whispers, “Fuck.”
Just then, we hear the front door slam and a voice bellow, “I’m home, bitches.” We freeze, and that’s when I hear the alarm on my phone, alerting me to leave for work.
Simultaneously, we sigh, frustrated at being interrupted. Ty holds me close. “This is not over, Phee. Not by a longshot.”
We sit up and put ourselves to rights. “You’re not done with me yet?” I tease, empowered by his attention.
He looks at me, then tilts my chin toward him so I’m looking right at him. “Phoebe James, it is no exaggeration to say that you’ll be done with me long before I’m ready to quit you.”
I blush at his words, and he leans in for a kiss.
“Ty, whose car is--Oh. Hey there, Phoebe. Good to see you again.”
We turn to see that Knox has entered the room. He perches on the edge of the sofa, totally at ease and not caring at all that he’s interrupting.
“Knox. Fucking knock next time.”
“The door was open, genius. Besides, you’re both fully clothed. You didn’t scandalize pure, innocent, little old me,” he jokes.
At this, Ty rolls his eyes. “That’s Phoebe’s car. Get used to seeing it.”
