Page 26 of His to Love
Life was simple on the farm, but it was good, too. I learned I was capable of more than my parents ever wanted of me. I was capable of handling myself and working with my hands. I did things I never would have considered myself capable of, but under the tutelage of my gentle, loving aunt, somehow, all things were possible.
His eyes and laugh lit up the room. I wanted to continue telling him anything just so his eyes didn’t darken anymore.
After he paid our check and escorted me out of the restaurant, his hand firmly clasped in mine, we began our slow walk back in the direction of my hotel.
“I told you about me,” I said, eyes facing forward. “Where’d you go?”
“DC,” he finally said after a long pause. “Went to law school there.”
I frowned, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “You’re a lawyer?”
He nodded slowly, just once. His eyes were guarded though, and I felt my shoulders slump. He was hiding something from me, and I knew I should ask, call him out on it, but then Tyson pulled me toward him until I stumbled, and I braced myself with one hand against his chest.
His firm chest. Hard. Muscular. A chest I saw just that morning but now was touching through his shirt. All rational thought fled as the familiar feelings of being so close to Tyson again overpowered any other thought.
“Came home to help with my grandpa’s law firm,” he finally said. His voice was husky, a bit gravelly. His words vibrated against my ear as he lowered his head. “I never thought I’d come back to Detroit, but I can’t say I’m disappointed to get to see you again.”
His head dipped further, his lips brushed against my ear.
“Tyson,” I whispered.
“God, I fucking missed you, Blue. I didn’t even realize how much until I saw you again.”
And then there was no more room for talking. His hand holding mine dropped to my waist, and his other hand slid to the back of my neck. With a slight tip of my head, our lips brushed against each other.
I inhaled, shocked at the feel of him. For the first time in ten years, he was in front of me, holding me, touching me, almost kissing me, and my body responded on instinct.
I licked my lips, my tongue tasting his as I did, and a noise escaped his lips. His hand on my waist tightened. My hand on his chest slid up and over his shoulder. My fingernails dug in and I lifted up onto my toes.
And then he was kissing me.
His lips slid against mine again, tasting me, teasing me. I returned his kiss, pressed against him as he held me tight. When he stopped the teasing, his mouth opened and I responded. I had to. There was no other option for me except to give him everything I had.
He was the only one I ever wanted to give anything to.
“Damn,” he whispered against my lips. “Didn’t forget how good you tasted, either.”
I laughed softly and leaned in. “Kiss me, Tyson.”
“Babe,” he said. He listened, though, and his mouth opened, his tongue slid inside mine, and we were suddenly kissing on the sidewalk, hands roaming over shoulders and skin. He swallowed a whimper that escaped my throat as our tongues tangled together, and everything, along with everyone who could see us, melted away.
I felt caught up in a dream, a memory. The best memory of my life because this kiss was not like the ones we shared before, and at the same time, it was. His hold was stronger, his kiss surer, but everything in me remembered exactly what Tyson felt like…everywhere.
“Blue,” he gasped, pulling away. For a brief moment, I thought I saw regret in his dark blues, before he blinked and it disappeared. “We need to stop.”
“I think we need to take this somewhere else, not stop.”
He stepped back, wrapped an arm around my waist until his hand was at my lower back, and then he ushered me the several blocks back to my hotel. Even with my long legs, I still had to hustle to keep up with Tyson’s hurried strides all the way to my hotel, into the elevator, and then down the hall to my room.
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With all of our rushing, my head began spinning, thoughts running in circles, and I imagined all the things that would happen as soon as we reached my hotel room. A room where just that morning, I woke up next to Tyson.
One we got there, both of us breathing quicker than normal, excitement fled and nerves took its place.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked Tyson and headed for the small kitchen. “I know I have some wine and I think beer. There’s also water and some soda.”
“Blue,” Tyson said, his voice close at my back. “Nothing has to happen tonight.”
