Page 51 of Embers in Our Souls
I’m staring. Actually, if I’m not careful, I’ll probably start drooling. I see he’s got a sizable bulge in his pants that I’m having to keep myself from reaching out and stroking. Right now, all I want to do is admire because he’s downright scrumptious. How on earth have we gone all this time without seeing one another?
Five years ago, when we were last together, he was already beautiful and handsome. But now, he’s downright exquisite.
“Indy, you’re staring,” he says with a cocky grin on his face.
“Mmhmm,” is all I can muster. I bite my lower lip, unable to contain the look of satisfaction. He’s all man and I can’t believe I get to have him all to myself. “How long do I get you for?”
“I have to head back on Monday,” he says. “Why?”
“We aren’t leaving this apartment,” I say, then I pounce.
Tyler catches me and I hear his low laugh that soon turns into a moan from both of us when our kiss intensifies. He walksme through my apartment, unknowing which door leads to my bedroom.
I break our kiss to tell him, “First door to the right,” then return to kissing him like it’s my lifeline. I swear I’ve never found lips that have felt softer. He continues moving, then his hands move along my back and soon I hear the tearing of fabric. It doesn’t register until I feel the cool air on my back that it’s my shirt he’s torn open.
I pull away from him. “I happen to like this shirt!”
“You were taking too long and I wanted to unwrap my gift,” he says, that sly smile painting his lips.
“You cocky ass,” I say.
He throws me on the bed. “If I don’t see you naked in the next minute, you’re going to see me more than cocky, Indy.” He licks my bottom lip and I feel a shiver down my spine. His eyes are smoldering, and I wonder how dirty things will get this weekend.
Heat crawls across my body at the thought of him touching me more. I move my hands along my chest and pinch my breasts through my clothes. I bite down on my lower lip and moan.
“Fuck, Indy, I need you, baby. Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about you? How many times I wished I was with you? Those letters were never enough,” he confesses and I feel my heart speed up.
“It’s always been you, Ty,” I confess and I feel the heaviness of my heart with my confession.
He pulls at the scrap left of my shirt, revealing my lace bra. He brings his arms under my shoulder blades, arching my back, licking the center of my chest. I moan and I swear I feel the wetness pool in my panties. I’m aching for him.
“Ty, I want you so bad,” I tell him.
“I’m yours,” he tells me. He proceeds to unhook my bra and slowly moves it off my arms, then throws it beside us, revealing my breasts. They feel heavy with need.
He brings his lips over one of my nipples, sucking hard, coercing a moan out of me that would probably wake one of my neighbors. I can’t help the way my hips gyrate of their own accord. I move my nails down his back, likely leaving marks.
He does the same thing on the opposite breast and he’s leaving me primed and ready for him. He moves his mouth down my abdomen and I’m panting. My gaze watches him, antsy to see what his next move is.
“Indy, you want my mouth, my fingers or my cock?” he asks me.
“All of you,” I confess. After all these years, there’s no way I’m depriving myself of any part of this man.
He gives me a lazy smile, as if he’s satisfied with my answer, then begins his pursuit down my body. Past my bellybutton, he begins shimmying my pajama shorts off my body, my panties following suit as well.
I’m fully exposed in front of him and he stands up to look at me for a moment. I’m about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks.
“Indiana, you are magnificent,” he says, almost breathlessly. “How did I become so lucky to call myself your husband?”
I move my hands to cover my face, but Tyler must sense what I’m about to do, and he grabs them before I have a chance to do so. “Absolutely not. You will keep your eyes on me while I feast on this pussy of mine. Make sure your screams are loud so the whole neighborhood knows I’m making my wife feel good tonight. When I finish my meal, we’re going to try some of the scenes you highlighted in those books you sent me.”
Oh fuck. This man is going to ruin me.
Before I can react any further, he gets on his knees, pushes my knees open and swipes his tongue through my folds. My pelvis nearly juts off the bed. It feels so damn good. Just like he asked, I scream loudly at the contact.
“That’s it, baby. You taste so good.” He keeps his eyes focused on me as he swipes again, his tongue getting well acquainted with my center. The intensity of his gaze only ignites me further in my core.
He focuses on my clit, then slips a finger inside me. I can’t help the sounds I’m making, my head falling back and my breathing becoming erratic. Fuck, he’s good at this. I forgot how good we are together. My orgasm begins to build, like a rollercoaster going up the tracks.
