But his mouth didn’t hit hers.
Their mouths collided because she was surging up to meet him.
Her lips opened instantly and just as instantly, he swept his tongue inside.
Tasting her, Christ, his dick, already hard, jerked.
He had to have her and he had to keep his shit together. He didn’t, this could go very badly, not for him, for her. And he didn’t want that for her.
He twisted, falling back to the couch, pulling her with him, he landed, she landed on him and he rolled her immediately so he was on top, slanting his head, taking more, she arched her back, wrapping a leg around his thigh, her fingers at his head holding him close, not about to let go.
Fuck, she was hot.
And she wanted him in a bad way.
Testing that theory, he pressed his h*ps into hers and she moaned into his mouth.
Yeah. She wanted him in a bad way.
And he had to give it to her, give it to her before he took anything because he knew, once he got started, having pu**y for the first time in years, that pu**y being Lexie’s, he wouldn’t last long.
He tore his mouth from hers, his hands moving over her with intent, his lips whispering against hers, “Baby –”
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands at his head trying to pull him back, get his mouth, she lifted her head and he pulled back an inch.
“I’m not stopping, Lexie, but listen, yeah?”
He watched her face, her eyes hooded, his hand moved over her stomach, down the front of her shorts and she licked her lips.
Christ.
Beautiful.
“I’m gonna give it to you,” he murmured.
“Okay,” she breathed.
“No, not like that, first, I’m going to –” His hand had slid between her legs, over her shorts and he stopped speaking because her eyes closed, her lips parted and her neck arched.
Jesus, was she coming?
He cupped her between her legs.
“Baby?”
Her neck righted and her eyes slid half open. “Why do you keep stopping?” The words were half a breath, half a snap.
He grinned. “I’m not.”
“You’re not kissing me and you’re not touching me, how’s that not stopping?”
“Jesus, wildcat, keep your shirt on. I need to tell you –”
“Hello? Ty?” she called, arching her back, pressing her h*ps in his hand and he felt his hold on his control slip so he was hanging on by his fingernails. “I don’t want to keep my shirt on.”
“Lexie, you’re not helping.”
“Helping what?”