Cross My Heart (Ty & Hunter #1)(36)
Author: Carly Phillips

He strode into the room and placed her onto the mattress which dipped under their joint weight.

She pushed herself back, upwards against his pillows. “Is there a reason I’m the only one undressed?” She tossed the challenge his way, her hot gaze raking over him.

He grinned. “If you ask me, you’re still wearing way too many clothes,” he said, and eyed her, too, enjoying the sight of her in just a skimpy bra and panties. His gaze slid down her flat stomach and long legs, ending at her bare feet.

His erection strained against its confinement and he couldn’t deny she’d made a good point. He sat back and began unbuttoning his shirt, just one piece of clothing blocking him from getting closer to Lilly. He dropped his shirt onto the carpet before working on his pants. Undoing the button, he then hooked his thumbs into both the waistband of both his slacks and briefs, and together he threw both items into the pile along with the shirt.

To complete his mission, he added his socks, as well, then turned to face her.

She slid her tongue over her lips, her wide eyes pinned to his erection. His body was as hard as a brick, his need for her reaching the point of no return, yet he knew they’d never have these firsts again. And they’d waited too long to rush things now.

“Now who has too many clothes?” He cocked his head to one side, tossing the challenge back her way.

Her cheeks were flushed but a slow, seductive smile curved her lips as she reached for the front clasp of her bra. She turned her fingers to unhook the catch, shimmied her shoulders and let the garment slide down her bare arms. She dangled it from her fingertips in a deliberate show before adding it to the pile below.

Lilly held his attention completely, his gaze fastened on her freed br**sts, creamy white mounds of tempting, full flesh, ready and peaked for his attention. But when he slid closer and reached out to remove her panties himself, she laughed and smacked his hand.

“I’m a big girl now,” she reminded him.

And how, he thought as she wagged a finger in a chiding motion. But apparently Lilly wasn’t finished and he sat back to enjoy, his c**k hard and erect, desperately waiting to slide inside her wet flesh.

“I also figured turnabout is fair play. You tortured me, I’m going to do the same to you,” she said, teasing him.

She slid her fingers into the thin edges of her panties and wiggled them down her legs, slowly revealing the swirl of dark hair hidden beneath the silk. Her hips swiveled from side to side and finally when the last scrap of clothing joined the others on the floor, Ty reached his breaking point.

He exhaled a long groan and pulled Lilly down onto the comforter, aligning his body fully, blessedly on top of hers. Skin against skin, no barriers, nothing between them, he kept his body’s needs at bay and held on to the moment he’d longed for, for what felt like a lifetime.

A sweet sigh echoed from the back of her throat and he’d never heard a more satisfying sound.

She was meant to be in his bed and in his arms, arousing him and making him feel whole. He ran his hands through her hair, kissed her mouth, and ground his hips into hers, but his body told him he couldn’t possibly last.

“Hang on,” he said, pushing himself over toward his nightstand where he had protection in the top drawer.

“Convenient,” she said. Her eyes had clouded over.

“Lilly—”

She shook her head. “That came out all wrong. Of course we need protection. I just wish we’d…..

that we…..that you…..” The words were obviously lodged in her throat.

“Say it,” he urged. Though he knew what she was thinking, he needed to hear the words anyway.

She tipped her head to one side, her hair brushing her shoulders. He reached out and curled one strand around his fingertips, hoping the contact would give her courage.

“It’s just that I wish you’d been my first,” she said, the words coming out on a pain-filled whisper.

He nodded, understanding completely. He wasn’t a man of many words, but she deserved to know what was in his heart. “I wish you’d been mine, too.”

God, how many times had he had that thought over the years and how gratifying to know she’d felt the same. He hadn’t been the same after she’d gone. He’d been left with the sense that he’d lost something not only precious but important in ways he couldn’t understand.

And now he was about to.

He leaned close and brushed his lips over hers and immediately lost not just control, but his sense of time and place. All he remembered was ultimately coming over her at the same time he hooked one leg around hers, widening her legs, making room for himself in the molten heat awaiting him.

He slid one fingertip inside her, spreading her sexy juices over her thick, dewy folds. Her hips rose without warning, that triangular dark expanse he’d eyed earlier jutting upwards, pulling his finger deeper inside her tight, wet sheath. He no longer wondered if she was ready for him. He knew, just as his shaking body info rmed him he was ready for her.

He paused only long enough to cover himself with protection before bracing his hands on either side of her head and poising his body over hers.

“Would you rather be on top?” he asked her, taking himself by surprise.

He’d never wondered with any other woman. Never cared to ask, no matter what position they happened to be in, because sex was sex. As he’d always sensed would be the case, anything with Lilly was so much more.

“Anywhere, any way with you works just fine for me.” She forced her heavy eyelids open as she spoke.

The honest feelings he saw there blew him away.

“Besides, I’m assuming this won’t be the one and only time tonight, so I’ll have my chance to experiment later.” Once again she surprised him.

Damn but he enjoyed her. Everything with Lilly was just right.

He nodded and eased himself inside her for the first time. Slowly, bit by excruciating bit, he pushed into her, his body straining as she gradually widened just enough for a perfect fit. His c**k pulsed and his body fought against the way he held himself back, giving her time to accept and to feel.

Heaven knew he’d never felt anything so intense in his entire life. “Are you okay?”

She bent her knees higher, pulling him further inside. “How’s that for an answer?” she asked, her voice sounding husky and deep.

He got the point. He pulled out slowly and she moaned, her body shaking and trembling beneath him, squeezing him tighter in order to hold him inside and prevent him from pulling out completely. She had no reason to worry. All he’d wanted was slick passage and he got it, diving back into her with more force. More caring.