Page 59 of His to Love
It was possessive and primal.
It was completely beautiful.
I wanted every single thing he could give me, and if he needed to expel his frustrations of the night using my body, I would take it until he was done.
My second orgasm began building at the thought and I dug my fingers into his lower back, holding him to me. It took two more pumps of his hips before I began thrashing beneath him, the climax coming fast and strong. So fast and strong that as I began screaming out his name, I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into his shoulder.
“Holy shit,” he cried, dropping his head. Two more pumps of his hips and then he was groaning my name, wrapping an arm around the back of my head. He held me to his shoulder as my name fell from his lips in glorious, wicked abandon.
“Shit,” I gasped when he pressed into me, sinking me further into the bed.
“Incredible,” he murmured. He rubbed his temple against mine slowly, and I couldn’t care less that he was transferring his sweat to my body. We were both covered.
“Shower with me,” he said, extending his hand toward me when he’d reclaimed his breath.
I could barely move, much less walk. “I’ll stay here,” I muttered, my lips curving into a soft smile.
“You’ll feel better when you’re sleeping next to me and we’re clean.”
He had a point. Plus, a shower meant being able to run my hands down his body some more. I lifted my hand limply and rolled my eyes when Tyson laughed at me. Instead of grabbing my hand, he leaned down, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, and carried me into the bathroom. He set me down and I watched as he unrolled the condom and tossed it in the trash. That shouldn’t have been sexy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Tyson as he touched himself.
“I forgot to tell you something else,” I said, the thought popping into my head out of nowhere. “But it’s not bad,” I added when his eyes began to narrow and his body started tensing.
“What is it?”
He stepped around me and turned on the water, adjusting the levers and checking the temperature.
I grinned at his back. “I got a job today. And an apartment.”
He turned and tugged me inside the shower with him and moved us under the spray.
“That is good news,” he said, brushing my wet hair back from my cheeks.
“My apartment is in Latham Hills.”
His answering grin was wicked and full of carnal intent when he said, “I think that means we should celebrate.”
We did.
When we were back in his bed, dry after another round of lovemaking in the shower, I curled my leg over his and rested my head on his chest.
“I’ve never felt more cared for, or safer, than when I’m with you,” I admitted, brushing my lips across his pec.
He froze for a moment, his body beneath me tightening a fraction before he replied, “I’ve never felt better in my life than when you’re in my arms.”
It wasn’t an admission of love. I didn’t know if it needed to be. Based on my feelings for Tyson now, I didn’t think I’d ever fallen out of love with him. I still loved him, just as deeply as I did when I was eighteen.
I just needed to find the courage to tell him.
It was the last thing I thought before I closed my eyes and surrendered to sleep, putting the best and longest day I’d had in a long time behind me, choosing to remember only the good parts—especially the parts that included Tyson.
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“You didn’t have to come,” I reminded Tyson as we stepped into the third home furniture store.
I’d received a call back from Nancy just after lunch this afternoon informing me that my application for the apartment had gone through. After recovering from the shock of hearing back so quickly—realizing the speed of approval was one of the benefits of being a Galecki—and because the apartment was currently vacant, I made immediate plans to move in that weekend.
I didn’t have to be ready for the benefit until six on Saturday, which meant I had three days to find furniture and schedule a weekend delivery. For the first time ever, I was dipping into my trust fund in order to furnish it, and while I hated the idea, I promised myself I’d pay the money back with my first few paychecks. Tyson had spent the past two hours with me after work, shopping for all that “shit” as he called it. When I told him I couldn’t see him because I got the apartment, he insisted on coming with me.
