Page 84 of Uncharted

I met his lips before he could make another move, this kiss torrid and wild. Our desire, like the rough, thrashing sea, we sank and rose together. Breaking the kiss, Tyler looked at me, seeming to memorize the way I looked, sparkling with the flickering of candlelight all around us. In one quick move, he had reversed our positions. I was pinned to the mattress with Tyler between my legs.

He hooked his thumbs into the lace at my sides and slid it down and off. Every nerve in my body, every fiber of my being, reacted to him. My breathing was erratic and frantic with need.

“Keep your eyes on me, Siren.” He placed soft kisses on my thigh, my hip, and then my belly. With his face only inches above my heated core, Tyler looked up and met my eyes. “Watch me.” Another kiss followed by a bite. I wiggled, wanting more. “I want you dripping for me before you fall over that cliff,” he said. “Dripping sweetly into my mouth.”

His nasty words were intoxicating and made it impossible for me to respond. With my eyes on him and his words in my ears, I couldn’t answer. Anything I tried to say would be gibberish.

He chuckled at my inability to answer. He knew what talking to me like this did. He bit me one more time on the hip before he buried his face between my legs. He was like a starved beast as he ravaged me, sucking and licking.

He knew from practice how my body reacted. He brought me to the edge of orgasm, then pulled back, his tongue on me light, his sucking slow and sensual.

His touch was merciless as he gripped my hips, his mouth torturous but wonderful. And I was frantic from the onslaught of it all.

When he started to slow down again, right when he knew I was close to coming, I grabbed hold. I threaded my fingers into his hair and begged him to let me come.

“Not yet.”

I was hanging on by a thread. And I wanted to let go and fall. “Please, Tyler. I need to.”

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said as he took mercy on me, the urgency in my voice and the pleading coming from my lips hitting his ears. He dove in—licking and circling my clit, and he thrust his fingers inside of me. His tongue moved over me until I was ready to fall over the precipice. He sucked on my clit, pulling it into his mouth. His tongue flickering over it sent me flying over, and I called out his name as the orgasm rocked me. I was still watching him as his mouth moved over me.

When I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, I said his name.

“Yes, Siren?”

“I don’t want to kill the mood or anything, but I’m clean and on the pill.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Tyler searched my face. Our gazes locked.

“Yes.” I took his hand. “I want to feel you. All of you.” My hand glided down his thick shaft, and my body quivered with the anticipation of feeling us—skin to skin.

He dropped the wrapper to the floor, entwined both of his hands with mine, and lifted them over my head. I was restrained as he hovered over me. I could already feel the pulsating need between my legs.

I closed my eyes, ready to feel him as he pushed into me. Instead, he kissed me—tenderly, almost achingly sweet. As our mouths fused together, he gently eased inside. I sucked his breath into me as I felt him,reallyfelt him for the first time. He eased in and out, moving slowly, groaning into my mouth. He stilled and held himself in place. I opened my eyes, our mouths parted, and I watched his eyes as they watched mine. “Feeling you, being inside of you with nothing between us. Fuck, Siren. I can’t tell you how good you feel.”

“I know.” It was all I could think to say. How could I tell him how much he meant to me without sounding like I was falling—completely head over heels—for him? I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Let me feel all of you.”

It was as if he didn’t want to move, like this new intimacy, which allowed him to truly feel me, was too much. I moved under him, trying to get him to move with me. He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to mine. “Fuck, Marisa, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last like this.”

Seeing him like this, fighting against the thought of losing control, was exactly what I felt. I moved under him again, letting him know without words that I was right there with him.

As I moaned out, coming again, I felt his pace quicken and finally give over, allowing himself to come undone. He drove into me with one final push, staring into my eyes. We were both shaking from the emotions coursing through our veins. This was uncharted territory. And it meant something to both of us—something neither of us wanted to admit.

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The last thing I remembered was thinking how good it felt to be able to fall asleep wrapped in Tyler’s arms, and the fact that tomorrow, we could do it all over again.

But the space beside me, Tyler’s side of the bed, was empty. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm. He must have left just recently. With the scent of coffee floating in the air, I was up like a shot out of bed. I padded to the next room, and the sight of Tyler in front of my Christmas tree stole my breath.

He was bare-chested, his back facing me. The red and green plaid pajama pants, hanging low on his hips, allowed me to feast my eyes on the rippling muscles of his backside. Tyler was a visual fantasy, a veritable Hercules of colossal strength, and as I ogled him, I followed each strand of his taut and sinewy V-shaped back.

“Good morning, Siren,” he said without turning around. Either his spidey-senses told him I was here, or it was his training. Probably the latter, since I had purposefully been extra quiet.

“Hi,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him from behind.

“Careful,” he said. Then he turned around slowly. He was holding the SDPD coffee cup I had deemed his.

“What’s that?” I asked, seeing the huge wrapped box on the floor in front of the tree.

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