She let loose a keening cry. “Tyler!”
“That’s it, Del.” Primal satisfaction rang in his tone. “You’ve swelled so sweetly. Like eating a ripe fucking peach. Feed me more. Come again.”
Her body stiffened, jerked. She slapped the wall behind her, flailing helplessly as the pleasure rolled over and over her. It coiled inside her so tightly, her stomach cramped. She whimpered again. But there was no way she could resist his command.
The orgasm didn’t just seize Del; it flattened her. Devastating. Destructive. The breath left her body. Her heart roared, stopped, then started beating hard and deep. And the pleasure of it, dear God . . . She gasped, then screamed until her voice gave out. And still she cried out silently, nails clawing the wall. The ecstasy gripped her ruthlessly, shaking her body, stunning her.
Finally, the pulses slowed, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Thoughts gradually returned. Del felt exhausted, heavy and boneless.
Tyler trembled as he shrugged her legs off his shoulders and set her on her feet. She didn’t have to worry about supporting herself, though. He pressed her against the wall and grabbed her face in his hands, locking her stare onto his.
The need she saw screaming there made her heart jump and something that felt too much like desire pulse behind her clit again.
She didn’t bother begging for mercy. He wouldn’t have any, and she’d invited him to do his worst. Right now, that’s exactly what she wanted.
He tangled his fingers into the hair framing her face, then slanted his mouth over hers, taking complete possession, tongue plunging deep. She tasted herself on his lips, along with his frantic desire. With their lips fused together, he inhaled sharply, as if he could breathe her in, while he gripped her tighter. Her nipples chafed against his T-shirt, and she felt drunk on the euphoria of two massive orgasms and the promise of more.
She wrapped her arms around him and clung. Tyler took and took, devouring her, grabbing her ass, and pulling her tightly to him. He pumped his cock right against her mound, rhythmic and hard. Instantly, Del felt empty. Her sex clenched with the craving to be full of him.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, tiny whimpers of need escaping her as she raised her legs around his waist and ground against that monster erection of his.
“I’m sorry.” His voice sounded rough, like someone had ripped out his voice box, ran it through a blender, then shoved it back in.
“F-for what?”
Tyler didn’t answer. He merely tore her limbs away from him, grabbed her by the hips, and turned her around. Before Del knew what was happening, Tyler jerked her to the bed and bent her over the mattress. She heard the rasp of his zipper, the rustle of denim, the rip of foil. He shoved his fingers into her hair, fisting at her nape, and lifted her head. No way Del could miss his hard cock sliding between her thighs as he leaned over her. “Last chance. Do you want me to stop?”
Chapter Thirteen
“N-NO.” Delaney couldn’t keep her voice from shaking. “I want you. Inside me. Please.”
Tyler nipped at her earlobe, then shoved her hair out of his way and pressed kisses up her neck. “Even a please. So fucking sexy.”
The pleasure evident in his voice suffused her with longing and a strange sense of pride. He wanted her. Yes, he’d had sex with a lot of women, but everything about his behavior told Del that the intensity of his want was totally new even to him. Until now, he’d always loved ’em and left ’em. Yet he’d told her over and over that he’d be by her side. She doubted that he’d ever said that to a woman before.
Del didn’t know why he’d gone so far out of his way to help her. Maybe he had more feelings for her than she’d imagined. God, she feared that she wasn’t just falling in love with Tyler again, but plummeting. She didn’t know where she’d bottom out and find stable ground.
“Now,” she pleaded.
Del wriggled her hips back at him, and he hissed in a breath. His fist tightened in her hair.
“Take me, angel. Every fucking inch I’ve got. It’s all for you.”
He positioned himself at her weeping entrance and pushed in, a steady, forward drive that made her flesh burn as she rapidly stretched to accommodate his thick cock. He bumped against her narrow walls, stopped. Del tried to relax and let him in, but he felt huge. He was barely inside her, but the fire and yearning to have him fill her made her whole body tighten in anticipation. Nothing felt like taking Tyler deep.
“Angel, let me in. Fuck.” His palm trailed fire down one of her hips. “Please.”
Del took a deep breath and tried to focus on relaxing and releasing her muscles to open herself up for him. Tyler pressed in again, this time sliding smoothly into her farther, deeper, faster, until his hips rested against her ass and he filled her completely.
“Ah, yeah. That’s it. Like a hot knife through butter.” He tightened his grip on her and groaned. “All wet and all mine. Aren’t you? Tell me you’re mine.”
His demand made Del clench down on his cock. But it also went straight to her heart. She nodded and whimpered.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say it for me now, and I’ll make you feel so good.”
The admission he sought to extract was a just a mirage, but the fantasy of having Tyler all to herself, of him wanting her to be exclusively his, was too sweet to resist.
“I’m yours,” she choked out.
“That’s right, angel,” he breathed in her ear. “I’ve ached for you all day. I’m dying to see you come again, this time on my cock.”
The burn of his desire turned her on. She wondered if he’d ever been this intent or possessive before. What they shared was supposed to be just sex, but it felt far deeper. His every touch and word seemed designed to bind them together. But she knew he might not be truly ready to jump in and be a full-time husband or father. She might never be ready for the commitment thing again. So she’d accept some money from him for Seth’s college fund someday. And she’d take this irresistible desire now.
When he withdrew, Del held her breath. She wasn’t disappointed. He thrust in again with slow, ruthless power, awakening every nerve ending of her slick sex. She whimpered, clutching the covers in her fists. God, he’d barely gotten inside her, and the burning urge for climax was already disintegrating her. No other man had absolutely mastered her body the way Tyler had.