But he’d have her body tonight, and he planned to devour every inch he could.
Tyler grabbed Del’s arm and pulled, yanking her into his embrace. With an insistent grip, he clutched her nape, pulled her flush against him, and devoured her mouth again. Those sweet berry lips, her shy tongue stroking and retreating, her little catches of breath as he grabbed her firm little ass and hoisted her against him, notching her pu**y right against his cock.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eric murmured.
He liked what he saw? There was way more coming. Tyler vowed that he wasn’t letting go of Del until she was completely sated. If he had his way, she’d stay under him until she was wrung out, sore, and smiling from ear to ear.
He tore at the fastenings of her shorts, undoing them and shoving down the denim, along with her little lace thong, in one swipe of his big hands. Once they reached her knees, he stomped them down with his foot, his mouth fastened to hers hungrily as he savored her taste.
Del didn’t hesitate or back away. She clutched his shoulders, rubbing herself against his body. The second her shorts hit the ground, she shoved his T-shirt up his torso and over his head.
“Tyler . . .” She skimmed her palms over his chest, dragging her fingertips across his sensitive ni**les. “Are you sure? I mean, if you don’t want . . .”
Her? At this point, only an army could drag him away from Del. Maybe. If they were really insistent.
“I’m good. Are you sure?” he croaked out.
Nodding, she explored his skin again so lightly that goose bumps rose all over his chest. He sucked in a deep breath at the feel of Del’s hands on him. God, that was spec-fucking-tacular. They’d barely started, and already Tyler wanted to beg for more.
He couldn’t wait to get his c**k deep inside her sweet pu**y. And it would be sweet, he could already tell, as he swiped his fingers across her smooth flesh there. Eric had told him once that she waxed down south, and Tyler appreciated a bare cunt. Correction: bare, wet cunt. Hers was perfect. Fuck, he could get lost there.
He tripped a finger across her clit. Hmm, already getting hard. But her appeal went beyond the way she looked or felt. Del had held his hand in the emergency room once after he’d tangoed with a perp’s knife and needed twenty-three stitches near his kidney and hip. She’d shown him how to cook more than frozen meals. Last year, after her parents’ deaths, she’d clung to him during the funeral as Eric and the other pallbearers carried the caskets to the graves.
Tyler loved her openness. Del was totally, completely real. No plastic smiles, no silicone, no artificial bullshit designed to impress. Every emotion, every expression she laid bare. No hiding, no fronting. Just beautiful honesty. That took guts he didn’t always have. And he admired her for it.
“That feel good?” He rubbed her clit again.
She gasped, and her head fell back as she melted under his touch. “Yes . . .”
“You’ll have to get her off manually, and it’ll take time,” Eric coached. “And she doesn’t usually come during sex.”
Yeah? Tyler stared down into Del’s face. She flushed, averting her gaze. Eric had embarrassed her. Did she think for a second that not climaxing was her fault? Tyler loved the guy like a brother, but if he wasn’t manning up to Del’s lack of orgasm during sex . . . well, Tyler would be more than happy to show Eric that he was wrong.
In fact, impatience clawed at Tyler. Everything about her body said that she was hungry. For him or just for sex? Whatever. He’d gladly feed her need.
He trailed openmouthed kisses along the hot satin skin of her neck as he shoved a finger inside her cunt. Instantly, her flesh clamped down on him as if trying to suck him deeper.
“Damn, you’re tight.” He leaned in, nipped at her ear, and whispered, “How long has it been for you, angel?”
Del grabbed his shoulders, eyes wide as he stroked her, mouth gaping. “S-six months.”
What the f**k? Tyler tried to wipe the shock off his face. He’d give Eric a pass for the last three months. But before that? He’d been too busy f**king Destiny and had neglected Del completely.
Tyler stroked her again, deeper, slower. Eric thought he needed this? He’d bet Del needed it more. Who’d been holding her and reassuring her lately? Telling her that she was beautiful, desirable, worthwhile? Tyler vowed to fix that tonight.
She gave him a shaky nod, mewling and gyrating on his fingers. A pretty flush crawled up her chest, to her face. Her breathing shallowed as he rubbed at her clit. Then he pressed on that sensitive spot inside her.
Del dug her nails into his shoulders. “Oh my . . . Yes!”
Amazingly, she already felt moments from climaxing. Over the years, Tyler had seen a lot of women in the throes; he knew the signs. Not responsive? Eric had to be a flaming idiot in bed because Del was about to combust. Damn, he couldn’t wait to see how she reacted when he had every inch of his c**k buried inside her.
“You going to come for me?” Tyler whispered.
She swiveled her hips again, panting against his neck. When he bent and laved each of her ni**les with his tongue, then drew one deep into his mouth, Del sucked in a deep breath. Her pu**y squeezed like a vise on his fingers, then began to pulsate. She screamed as she came.
Tyler’s entire body hummed at the sound.
He thumbed her little knot of a clit through a long, wrenching climax. Shit, her pelvic muscles were strong, and he couldn’t wait to feel them clenching around his dick. He’d kiss her, trap her screams in his mouth as he rode her from one orgasm to the next.