Page 94 of A Love Song for Dreamers

His fingers trace a path up the inside of my thigh, and I hiccup a breath when they slip under my panties and teaseme.

“Oh.”

“Ohwhat?”

“Ohhh, I’ve missedthat.”

He chuckles before pressing two fingers inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders as my body contracts aroundhim.

“You’re so wet. Think I’m going to slide rightin.”

“Do it,” Imumble.

Tyler works off his jeans, no boxer briefs underneath. He’s already impressively hard, his abs flexing as if it takes all of him not to impale me right now. He pulls me to the edge of the counter, brushing his tip against my needyskin.

I kiss him with love, with need, with the desperation that never seems to be far away when it comes to us… but with a kind of comfort that’snew.

We have nothing buttime.

Tyler eases into me as if he believes that too. I’m balanced on the edge of the counter, my legs tight around him, holding on to keep from falling in more ways thanone.

“Nothing’s has ever felt as good as you,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You’re made for me,Annie.”

Every stroke is beautiful satisfaction and torture at once, and I need more. He rasps as he builds us both up, fingers digging into my ass as he fucksme.

It’s beautiful. It’s messy. It’sus.

When I come around him, he can’t hold back, and he comes too, groaning his release against my shoulder while my fingers play in his hair, the last of the aftershocks running throughme.

“Well, I feel better,” Imurmur.

He grins. “Same.”

“Good, because we have a busyday.”

“Wedo?”

“I have to do workthings.”

“You can’t take today off? Because I’m going to need you again in two hoursmax.”

Arousal washes over me. “No. But you can come with me. Maybe we can fit in a quickie atlunch.”

“‘Bring your fiancé to work’ day.Sold.”

I bite my cheek because the thought of bringing Tyler to my anything as my fiancé makes me so insanelyhappy.

“Tell me you’re done by five,” Tylersays.

I trace his handsome jaw with a finger. “Should be possible.Why?”

“Because I have a realtor lined up to show us a couple places. I love Elle too, but we can’t live here longterm.”

“The rent isgreat.”

“I don’t care. I’m getting us something nice for as long as we’re in NewYork.”

“Fine. Are you going to recordhere?”

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