“Thank you,” he answers. “AndShay?”
“Yes?”
“Knock nexttime.”
Her brows pull together. “Idid.”
“Knock and wait, nexttime.”
“Oh. Sure.Sorry.”
With a wave of apology, she ducks out, the door clicking afterher.
I exhale hard. “I shouldn’thave…”
My words trail off as Tyler steps back in front of me, his fingers threading in myhair.
He’s living this as much as I am, his eyes darkening to whiskey mixed withearth.
It’s an answer. Adrenaline surges through me as I reach for his jeans, my fingers working on the snap. It’s not until the zipper’s halfway down that his hand closes overmine.
“Those weren’t theterms.”
“What do you mean?” My head snapsup.
“I didn’t owe you my cock, Six. I owed you my mouth. Take it or leaveit.”
His words startle me. They’re a rough piece of fabric stroking across my skin, making me resist and aware of every inch of him atonce.
We’ve been intimate, sure, but there’s so much we haven’t done. I realize that now from the way he’s looking atme.
“I’ll takeit.”
I may live to regret it, but it’s the only answer Ihave.
Triumph flashes in his eyes. “Good. Spread yourlegs.”
My brows shoot up but I do it, my knees bumping the corners of thebench.
His hand is right there between my thighs, rubbing the seam ofdenim.
“These shorts lookfamiliar.”
I bite my cheek to keep from moaning under his touch. “They’re from high school. I stopped short of putting on the Oakwoodskirt.”
“Too bad. Would’ve been even easier to dothis.”
I never thought of him being careful with me before, but when he slips two fingers under the edge of my shorts and beneath my thong, sliding them along my wetness before pressing all the way inside on a long, undeniable stroke, I know it’strue.
He’s not carefulnow.
My body squeezes around the invasion, and I gasp as I fall back against the piano, my elbows banging on thekeys.
He touches me like that, stroking with those fingers while he circles my clit with histhumb.
Unlike the last times we were together, he’s all in this. Present, in thismoment.
So amI.