Page 69 of The Love Dare
A thought permeates his lust.
Maybe itisup to him.
Maybe if he can just show her how utterly obsessed with her he is, if he can prove to her that nothing else matters—not the show or the fame or other people’s opinions—maybe she’ll finally see herself the way he does.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
Tyler unzips her jacket, letting it fall open like a curtain around them just in case the cameras are still rolling. He keeps one hand behind her back to hold her steady and drops the other toward the seam of her very thin pajama pants. As soon as he finds the right spot, she gasps into his lips.
“Ty!”
He pulls his head back, looking into her eyes as he slowly circles his thumb. “I love you, Win.”
She opens her mouth as if to speak but gasps instead. He loves the way her lids grow heavy, the hooded passion in her eyes as she holds his gaze steady. She puts one hand against his chest, bracing herself as her breasts heave.
“What if?—”
Her eyes suddenly shut and she cuts off, gripping his shoulder tighter as he applies a little more pressure. He doesn’t care if anyone sees. She shouldn’t either. She’s fucking glorious.
Her arm quivers.
He keeps pressing, circling, pinching, as her thighs clench tighter and the muscles in her back start to spasm beneath his palm. Her head bows.
“Ty,” she pants.
“Please, Win.” He rises up, kissing her neck. “Let me see you come undone.”
“Ty.”
His name on her lips is hardly more than a puff of air, but it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. She runs her fingers through his hair, searching for a handhold. Her nails dig in like claws as her entire body goes taut. He keeps his mouth to her throat, smiling against it when he feels her pulse jump. Her hips jolt as her orgasm hits. He doesn’t stop. He keeps circling, gently easing her back down from the high. When she collapses against him, he slips his hand free and wraps it around her as he cradlesher against his chest, not letting anything go any further. This was about her, not him. All he wants now is to hold her.
Tyler glances down, memorizing the rosy hue of her cheeks, the black tendrils curling around her head like a halo, the plump swelling of her lips, the deep sated evergreen rimming her irises. He’s imagined this moment a thousand times, imagined so much more, but he never imagined it would hit him like this, as if his whole future, his whole world, were coming at him all at once.
He can’t lose her.
Whatever it takes, he won’t.
Tyler presses a soft kiss to her temple. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Still half in a daze, she rolls her eyes with a soft smile. “You’ve been concussed one too many times for me to believe that.”
He laughs and drops his head back against the chair, following her lead. If she wants to keep it light, he will. For now. But he’s going to make it clear, today, tomorrow, the next day, and every day after that she’s the only woman he sees. Which is why, even as he returns his gaze to the sky, he can’t stop himself from adding, “Really, though. You are.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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A cool dropof water slides down Winnie’s neck, waking her as it slips beneath her shirt, infiltrating her warm sleep cocoon. Another follows a moment later, tickling as it slips slowly across her skin. She blinks, then blinks again, fighting to make sense of the blurry world with her foggy brain. As she lifts her head to look around, the body beneath her groans. Suddenly the night comes flooding back.
Ty. The meteor shower. The Adirondack chair. The orgasm that turned her thoroughly to putty.
Two strong arms squeeze her tighter as her human pillow shifts. “It’s fucking freezing.”
“We must’ve fallen asleep,” she murmurs as she curls into his broad chest, pulling her knees up and burying her face against his neck. He jolts as her frigid nose brushes up against his burning skin. But it feels so good she can’t pull away.
Whatever.
