Tyler (Blue Halo Book 6)

Emerson’s eyes deepened from amber to dark honey as her heart raced. The beats matched Tyler’s. Because this woman had just said she loved him. And damn, those words hit him right in the chest. They were everything. She was everything.

She stared at him, tears just visible in her eyes. Then she whispered, “Kiss me.”

And hell if those two simple words didn’t destroy him. His mouth crashed onto hers, and when her lips parted, he slid his tongue between them.

She whimpered, and the sound set off an explosion of need inside him. Need for this woman. To keep her close. To claim her as his and give her everything he had, was, and would ever be.

He slid his hands into the tub, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up. Water splashed against tiles and soaked into his shirt. He ignored it all. Nothing but Emerson and the way she fit so perfectly against him deserved his attention right now.

With one hand beneath her and the other around her neck, he kept the woman close, daring the universe to try to take her from him.

He moved out of the bathroom, his tongue tangling with hers. Then, gently, he lay her on the bed, covering her body with his own.

When he lifted his head, it was to see her features soft, eyes hooded.

His. This woman was his. And she’d just admitted to loving him like he loved her.

Captivated, he kissed her cheek, then her neck. He trailed kisses down her warm, soft skin before stopping at her chest, where he cupped her beautiful breasts and sucked one perfect nipple between his lips.

The sounds she made, the moaning and the heavy breaths…fuck, they were like gas on the inferno burning inside him.

He flicked her nipple with his tongue, swiping the other with the pad of his thumb. He was rewarded with more of those sounds. They pierced the room like a knife, her back arching, her breast pushing farther into his mouth. Yes.

He switched his mouth to her other breast and sucked again. She writhed beneath him, her fingers in his hair. Pulling. Tugging.

He released her nipple with a pop, then trailed his mouth down her ribs and belly, until he reached her core. With a hand on each thigh, he widened them, then lowered his head.

When he swiped her clit slowly with his tongue, her entire body jolted, and her cry was loud in the otherwise quiet room. He swiped again. Same reaction.

Fuck, he loved how she responded to him. He wanted more.

He closed his lips around her bud and sucked. Emerson’s body trembled. He wanted her to feel everything. To burn for him like he burned for her.

Alternating between sucking and nipping, he swirled his tongue in circular motions around her clit. And when she was panting, he touched a finger to her entrance.

“Tyler…” she gasped.

His name on her lips, in her breathy, desperate voice, sounded so damn right.

Slowly, he pushed inside her, his lips wrapping around her clit once again. Another cry. He worked her body like it was an instrument only he knew how to play, rolling her clit with his tongue and continuing a steady thrust of his finger.

Her body tensed and tightened around him. She was on the edge, and he was about to push her over, knowing she trusted him to catch her.

Without stopping or slowing, he reached a hand up her body and thumbed her nipple. That’s when she snapped. When her piercing scream shattered the quiet of the room, and her walls closed around his finger.

He rose, sealing his lips to hers, catching the last of her cries in his mouth.

Her eyes opened slowly, and her gaze locked with his. “God, I love you.”

“I was made to love you.”

Every inch of Emerson’s body was trembling with aftershocks. He annihilated her. Took her to a place only he knew the path to.

Desperately, she grasped the hem of Tyler’s shirt and tugged it over his head.

The second his chest was bare, she ran her fingers along his smooth skin. His muscles tensed and rippled beneath her touch. Then, slowly, she lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. At the same time, her hands went to the button of his jeans. Her lips continued to glide across his heated skin, her breaths brushing his flesh.

The second his zipper was down, she reached inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around him. His chest stopped moving, the muscles tensing and hardening around her. He caged her beneath him on the bed. And it was the only place she wanted to be.

Slowly, she moved her hand, stroking him, feeling him thicken in her grasp.

An almost choked growl tore out of him. It was deep and masculine and Tyler. All Tyler.

He threaded a hand through her hair and gently pulled her face back to him. His eyes were closed, his brows tugged together like he was in pain. Like she was the one torturing him, not the other way around. Instead of kissing her, he held her close, his temple touching hers.

His mouth finally dipped and pressed to hers. At first they shared short, light kisses. Almost mere grazes of the lips. He did that several more times before slipping his tongue into her mouth and tasting her.

The kiss turned possessive and breathless and made time stand still. Yet her hand kept moving. Kept exploring. Until his fingers closed around her wrist, and he pulled her away. He rose and leaned to the side, donning a condom before returning to her.

His eyes flared with heat as he settled between her thighs, nudged at her entrance. And even though the man had just made her shatter into tiny fragments with his finger and mouth, the need was alive in her again. Wanting. Begging for him to take her.

Slowly, he slid inside, his eyes never leaving hers. And God, it was everything.

When he was seated deep, she wrapped her legs around his waist, tugged him closer. He slipped a bit deeper, and she groaned at the fullness, while he growled.

“What do you do to me, Em?”

She tugged his head down and nipped his bottom lip. “The same thing you do to me, Ty.”

His lips crashed to hers, and he kissed her with raw, passionate need. Then he was moving, lifting his hips and pushing back inside her in hard, even thrusts.

Her breaths shortened, her skin burning for him all over. Every time he rocked forward, his chest brushed her nipples, adding an extra wave of sensation.

She lifted her hips on each thrust, impatient for their bodies to meet, needing him deeper. She wanted the heat within her to burn. The love mixed with need mixed with desperation to drown them both.

His lips tore from her mouth, and he trailed a line of kisses down her skin, only stopping when he reached a place on her neck that shivered when he touched it.

Her body shook with a violence she wasn’t familiar with. He continued to suck and lick, his thrusts an even rhythm in beat with her pounding heart.

She clenched his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.

She wanted more.

Emerson applied pressure to his chest, pushing him onto his back. Then she lifted her hips and dropped back down. Her breasts bounced as she took him, and Tyler’s fingers clenched her hips.

An almost animalistic sound ripped from his chest. He cupped one breast as she moved. Rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Her breath hissed from between her teeth. He did it again, the hand on her hip lifting her higher, lowering her faster.

Her body was so tight she could break at any second.

Another squeeze of her nipple. Then the hand on her hip shifted to her clit. He circled, and she screamed his name, red-hot pleasure pulsing through her limbs. She continued to thrust. Continued to ride him as the bright shades of color flashed behind her eyes.

His hands returned to her hips as he pounded into her from below. Then he shouted her name as he tensed and hardened. When he stopped, all she could feel was the throbbing of his length inside her. The beat of his heart beneath her hand.

She dropped onto his chest. Immediately, his thick arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, tangled together, neither of them willing to separate. She never wanted to leave. So instead of rising, instead of rolling away to his side, she let herself relax. Let the thumping of his heart, its soothing rhythm, remind her there was still good in the world. He was the good. And he was hers.