That was nothing. That was just Lexie, giving everything, taking nothing.
He smiled into her skin instead of groaned.
“That’s all?”
“Can you let me go?”
“No,” he answered. “I wanna see what it takes.”
Her body stilled again. She read him. She read him clear.
“Ty –” she breathed.
He lifted his lips to her ear and whispered, “You gonna let me in there?”
“Stop.”
“Or do I even need to get in there?”
“Ty.”
“Maybe I can get you to give me that while you’re standin’ right here.”
That’s when he felt her shiver.
And that’s when he knew he could.
So that’s why he moved his mouth to her neck and touched his tongue there.
He felt her shiver again.
“Jesus, baby,” he muttered against her skin.
“Please,” she whispered.
He trailed his lips along her neck and asked, “Please what?”
“Let me go.”
“Do anything you ask, ‘cept that.”
She didn’t speak but he felt her chest rising and falling fast and his mouth worked behind her ear as his hand at her neck moved down her shoulder, her arm, to stop where his thumb could stroke the side of her tit.
And it did.
He heard her soft intake of breath but he didn’t hear the release.
“Breathe, Lexie,” he whispered into her neck.
“Ty –”
“You gonna give it to me right here?”
“Ty –”
His teeth nipped her skin and he prompted, “Yes or no, baby.”
Suddenly she moved; twisting in his arms, his head was forced to go up but it didn’t stay up because both her hands were at the back of it, pulling it down so his mouth could hit hers.