I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,75
night.
With all that exertion he put into it, I thought he’d sleep another hour or two. Especially with how very dead to the world he was when I left the bedroom ten minutes ago.
And now that he’s awake, I don’t know how to say thank you for the best feeling of my entire life and I’m sorry I fell asleep instead of trying to reciprocate.
Falling asleep after he went down on me feels very on-brand though.
It’s one hundred percent something I’d do, and look at that, I did it.
I point around the kitchen. “I’ll clean this up. And get you more eggs. I couldn’t find—”
He steps behind me, wraps one arm around my waist, and uses the other to reach into the crock of utensils on the counter and produce an egg-flipper.
“—That,” I finish lamely.
Is it wrong to feel like a disaster and not care at all because you’re suddenly realizing that the guy whose place you’re demolishing has a mighty oak in his pants that’s poking you in the butt?
Asking for a friend.
And yes, I’m my own friend. Most days.
His fingers drift lower on my belly. “I’ll clean it later.”
“Tyler?” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
“Are we dating?”
“Yes.”
I’ve never wanted to date anyone before, but there’s a grown woman inside me twirling and shrieking with joy right now.
Play it cool, Muffy. Play it cool. “Okay.”
“Just okay?”
No, not just okay, my vagina yells. This is fucking fantastic!
I press my ass back against his crotch. “I mean, good. Great.”
He replies with a kiss to my neck.
My breasts get heavy, my nipples tighten, and my clit pulses in anticipation.
“Tyler?”
His lips continue their path down to my shoulder. “Mm?”
“I’m not wearing panties.”
That tree trunk in his pants twitches against me. His hand momentarily stills, then slips into my sweatpants.
Okay, his sweatpants.
I totally raided his closet.
And that’s my last coherent thought before his fingers find my clit.
He circles the nub while sliding his other hand up my shirt to tease my breast.
Sensations rocket through my body, ecstasy skating over my skin while he strokes my pussy and caresses my breast. I gasp and grab the counter for support. “Oh, god, you’re good at this.”
“Spread your legs for me, Muffy.”
I do, and he slips a finger inside me. “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes in my ear. “So hot and wet.”
I’d reply, but words have once again abandoned me.
Instead, I close my eyes and find a rhythm with my hips, riding his finger and pressing my butt into his morning wood and arching into the hand fondling my breasts.
“You snuck out of bed,” Tyler says in my ear as he matches my rhythm with his hands. “I wasn’t done with you.”
And just like that, another orgasm rocks through my core.
I throw my head back. “Tyler!”
“That’s it, Muffy. Squeeze me. Come harder. Let it all go.”
He pinches my nipple and all the sensations crash higher and faster. I’m pushing my ass so hard into his crotch that I’m probably damaging his lovely thick length, gasping for breath, gripping the counter tight enough to leave marks, and I don’t want to stop.
I don’t want to let go.
I want to live in this pulsating bliss of orgasming around his fingers for a few more minutes.
Or hours.
Or days.
Just me and Tyler and my cat, naked and touching all the time.
Laughing. Talking. Sexing.
Like a real relationship.
A full-body shiver races through me as the last vestiges of my orgasm fade away.
I open my eyes and almost shriek again.
Rufus is sitting on the counter, and we’re nearly eye to eye.
Oh, god.
Tyler probably thinks I was making eye contact with my cat while he was fingering me.
“My eyes were closed,” I gasp as I sag against him.
He kisses me on the top of my head. “Mm-hmm.”
I twist to face him.
He’s grinning. It’s a smug, self-satisfied, amused, sexy as hell grin that should be obnoxious and off-putting, but it’s so Tyler. “Told you I could do better.”
I glance down at his tented pajama pants, then lift my eyes slowly over his bare stomach and chest. Insecurity rockets through me—I will never be as fit as he is—but he strokes my ass and pulls my belly against his hard cock, leaning in to capture my lips as my gaze lifts to his face, and nothing else matters.
Just this bone-deep desire to be closer to him.
I’ve had two life-changing orgasms in a matter of hours, and I want more.