A Love Song for Always - Piper Lawson Page 0,20
LA, the sex has been insane, but I’m still hungry for more. The scorching physical connection isn’t enough to fill the emotional ache inside me. I need the kind of closeness we’ve always had, the kind that’s eluding us now.
He tears his mouth away from mine and leaves me gasping.
“Someone could walk in,” I pant.
His answer is to drag his teeth down my neck, making me moan and arch toward him for more.
He’s always been the reasonable one. Now he’s not.
Those hands stroke up my legs, making me wet from his confident touch even before they plunge beneath my lace panties.
“Fucking need you,” he rasps against my ear before pressing two fingers where I’m wettest.
Blind, I reach for his abs, running my hands up his beautiful chest through the shirt.
Every sensation is amplified in the dark, our need turned into a fine point of desperation.
My hands reach for his belt, stroking the hard ridge of him beneath. He grinds against my hand, rubbing against my fingers.
I try to step back and trip on something. Tyler’s there to hold me up, grabbing me before I fall.
If I ever thought it would be possible to get tired of him, I was wrong. His passion changes with his mood, with the day, with the weather.
His fingers work inside me, stroking a spot that makes me hiccup breaths against his mouth.
I reach for his belt, but his free hand drags my hand over my head, slamming my wrist against the wall and pinning me with his body. He withdraws, and I could moan in complaint, but he hitches my skirt up my hips, the delicate fabric threatening to tear.
This is vintage. I think it but don’t say it, because what’s between us is old and new and priceless.
My thong is pushed aside, and he’s between my hips, rubbing where I’m slick.
Jesus, Tyler. He’s a fire, consuming me, and I can’t see through the flames. I want them to engulf me.
I get my arms free and wrap them around his neck, dragging his mouth back to mine. Pinned between him and the wall, I lift my other leg too, and he lifts me higher so he can rub against me, tantalizing and teasing.
Our shared exhale is need and frustration, our lips bumping and sliding.
Until he drops to his knees and I stop breathing.
I feel his eyes on me in the dark. I can’t see him, or me, or the contents of this closet, but I sense him.
The second his tongue finds me, I die.
“Tyler.”
His groan against my slickness makes me tremble—with strength and vulnerability.
“You.” His whispered word is a curse, a prayer.
Tyler licks a trail where I’m burning up for him. Again. This time lingering on the tight bud of feeling at the top.
I grab past his hair for the railing to get more leverage. Every breath I suck in has my ribs fighting with the tight beaded fabric of my dress. It’s a beautiful cage.
This man knows how to make me scream. And from the way he’s devouring me, he’s dead set on making me do it.
“Again.” He’s reading my mind, and I can’t even resent it.
His name is a tortured whisper on my lips, and I feel his response in the way his fingers dig into my trembling thighs, the way his mouth vibrates as he groans against my skin.
Tyler’s head between my thighs, worshipping and demanding at once. I hear what he’s doing to me not only in my sounds, but my body’s sounds. I can hear from the wetness how much I want this, how much he knows it.
My body bends toward him, responding like one of the instruments he’s charmed over the years. He builds me up until every inhale is a shallow rasp, every exhale a shuddering sigh.
“Come on, Six. Tell me how much you missed me.” He adds another finger, stretching me to the point of discomfort.
But it’s the meaning of it that’s so sexy I can’t bear it—that I’m his like he’s mine—and the man I love is just desperate enough to need to prove it to us both.
I come like that, in a moaning pile of limbs and pulsing need. He sucks on my skin, stroking the spot deep inside that makes me shudder. I fall, my head hitting the wall.
Something crashes down on him.
“Did you hear something?” Beck’s voice calls outside.
No. No, fucking no.
I’m tugging down my dress before the door opens.
“There you are.” Beck looks between us, taking in us and the fallen closet