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I couldn’t help but run my fingers through it.
“Tyson?” I asked.
“Hmm.”
I pressed my lips against his chest again. “I had a really great time tonight.”
His low laughter reverberated against my cheek while he laughed. “Me too, Blue. Me too.”
I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the feel of his chest, his skin, and the memory of what it felt like to make love to Tyson. And I knew that no matter what my parents wanted for me…
Now was the time for me to follow my own heart.
Regardless of what it cost me.
Chapter 11
I opened my eyes and was immediately assaulted by bright sunlight filtering through the open windows.
“Ugh,” I groaned and rolled over, wiping the haze of sleep from my eyes and my brain. Next to me, Tyson’s side of the bed was empty and I frowned. The door to the bathroom was open, proving he wasn’t there, so I slid out of bed and used the facilities before swiping my teeth with toothpaste I found lying on his counter. I didn’t want to rifle through his bathroom drawers, so I did what I could to make myself look presentable, using a tissue and cold water to wipe mascara away from beneath my eyes.
Back in his bedroom, I grabbed his T-shirt from last night that was lying on his floor. Half-dressed, I laughed when I saw my shredded underwear at the end of the bed. I couldn’t believe he tore my underwear off.
I couldn’t believe Ilikedit.
With a smile stretching my lips, I opened the door to his bedroom, intent on finding him.
When I caught the smell of coffee and the sound of bacon grilling, I immediately headed in that direction. I stopped as I entered the small kitchen. He had his back to me. A mug of coffee in one hand, kitchen tongs in another. He was dressed only in the boxers from the previous night as he flipped the bacon and sipped from his mug.
“Good morning,” I said and slowly moved toward the coffee pot. Tyson’s head jerked, and he turned to look at me in surprise. “I missed you this morning.”
He gestured toward the skillet. “I was making you breakfast in bed.”
“Well,” I muttered teasingly, “that takes the sting out of waking up alone.”
His deep, rich laugh filled the room. I loved that sound. He had never been a guy who was quick to laugh. More slow to speak, quick to listen. His burst of laughter made me smile wider as I filled my cup with coffee and hopped onto the counter to watch him cook. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy cooked me breakfast.
That tingle of arousal began to blossom at the apex of my thighs as I watched him work swiftly and confidently.
“You’re so hot,” I blurted.
Tyson turned away from the skillet after removing the bacon and plating it.
“I am?” he asked and sauntered to me.
A heated blush hit my cheeks, but I tried to act nonchalant. “Yup.”
With a smirk, he reached out and rested his hands on my knees and then began sliding them up my thighs, pushing his shirt up with it. Well aware that I was naked beneath his shirt, I fought the urge to hide myself as Tyson watched the movements of his hands. He stopped when they were low on my hips, his thumbs brushing along the crease of my thighs.
“Hmmm…,” he murmured. His already dark-blue eyes darkened he looked down at my legs. “I think you’re hot.”
I chuckled softly and set my coffee mug down on the counter.
“Do you know how much I want you?”
I shook my head, unable to speak. His touches left me speechless. His lust-filled gazes left me breathless.
“All the time.” He leaned forward until his lips brushed against my ear. “Every second of every day.” He pushed against me, pulling me to him, until his erection pressed against my already wet center. “Should I prove it to you?” he whispered.
