I never crashed, though, because while Tyler’s touch brought me alive, his very presence kept me grounded. I didn’t know what that meant, but I’d fallen hard and fast and was helpless to stop it.
“I need you all the time,” I whispered against his mouth.
“You have me all the time.” He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth with a tender ferociousness that made me weak in the knees. We had a lot of sex, but it was never enough. I certainly craved the release of orgasms, but more than that, I craved him.
He ran a hand over the curve of my ass, and I moaned, already so aroused it was almost painful. My core ached for him, as if we hadn’t had sex five or six hours ago, and my nipples tightened with need. Our tongues were doing a delectable tango—he was truly the best kisser in the world—and I slid one hand beneath his jacket and sweater, finding his warm skin. The muscles beneath twitched as I touched him, and his erection grew against my hip.
I moved my hand up his torso, settling on one of his nipples, and tugged gently, something I knew he liked. Now he was the one groaning, his hips grinding against mine.
“Keep it up, and I’ll take you right here,” he growled against my mouth.
“Yes, please. I need you, Tyler.”
25
Tyler
I didn’t know what had come over her, but the sounds she was making drove me wild. She was as insatiable as I was, and my cock spang to life behind the zipper of my jeans. It was too fucking cold to get undressed out here, and I would have dragged her back to our suite, but she was all over me before I could. Every time she squeezed my nipple, my cock got a little harder and I imagined how wet she was.
“Fuck, baby…” I crashed my mouth back to hers, kissing her like I did when we were alone. Sensuous, carnal, possessive.
She squeezed my nipple harder, and I unzipped her jacket, untucking her blouse so I could get inside her bra, squeezing her breast until she gasped.
“I can’t fuck you out here,” I said, biting down on her lower lip until she cried out. “It’s too damn cold.” I started to pull away, but she had my nipple in a death grip.
“Tyler, please.”
The urgency in her voice was all it took, and I splayed my hand across her flat stomach.
“Right here?” I demanded, my tone matching hers in urgency.
She responded by sliding her hand around back and into my jeans, squeezing my ass.
“Oh, you’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” I rumbled. “You need me to make you come?”
“Yes, please.” Her chest was rising and falling, her eyes filled with lust.
Jesus, she was never more beautiful than right before I fucked her, when she forgot everything but me. Her silver eyes gleamed almost white and her cheeks were flushed. If it had been even a little warmer, I would have bent her over the nearest bench and made her scream my name, but it was too cold for that. Instead, I sank onto one of the many benches and pulled her onto my lap, unzipping her jacket and working on the buttons of her blouse. I lifted one of her breasts out of the cup of her bra and immediately bent my head, sucking her nipple between my lips and grazing it with my teeth. Then I licked it with my tongue, soothing and suckling until she was whimpering.
“Unbutton your jeans,” I whispered, adjusting her position because my cock was straining against my jeans. I was going to get her off first and then take her back to our suite and pound her like a fucking lunatic.
She fumbled with the button and zipper, and I took her lips again as I slid my hand into her jeans. Luckily, they weren’t as tight as the ones she wore on stage, so I could get my hand between her legs and dip a finger between her folds.
Holy hell, she was dripping wet, soaking my finger. I pulled my hand out and looked into her eyes as I put the finger covered with her juices into my mouth. I licked it clean, loving her taste, and then slowly moved it back. She arched into my hand, and I pushed two fingers inside of her.
“Tyler…” Her head fell back, but I had one arm around her back, keeping her from falling over. I dipped