Wanting to give her time to adjust to me, I reach up and tweak her nipple. One then the other. Her head is tilted back, exposing the column of her neck, and my need to taste her there is overwhelming. When I sit up, my cock slides deeper as she wraps her legs around my waist. I trace her collarbone with my tongue, trailing up her neck. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, and they need my attention too. My hands and my mouth are everywhere as I kiss, lick, and touch every part of her that I can reach.
“Ty,” she breathes when I suck her tightened nipple into my mouth, lightly nipping it with my teeth. Over and over, one then the other, I lavish her breasts with my attention. That is until my girl changes the game. She grinds her hips into mine, causing fire to race through my veins.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her.
“Lie back.” She pushes gently on my chest. I kiss her quickly on the lips before falling back to the mattress. She places her hands flat on my chest and begins to move. She starts with a slow rocking of her hips.
My hands grip her hips, lifting her up, then slamming her back down. She moans deep in her throat. “Fuck, Reagan,” I pant.
Her rhythm grows faster as she rocks her hips and bounces on my cock, chasing her release. “So… close,” she gasps.
Her eyes are closed tightly. She’s biting down on her bottom lip, taking what she needs. She’s never looked more beautiful to me. Her hair is a mess from my hands and she has a light sheen of sweat across her forehead and chest. My orgasm looms. I need to get her there. As I slide one hand between us, I quickly find her clit with my thumb. Immediately, she cries out when I apply slight pressure, rotating in small circles.
“Come for me, Reagan.” I force the words past the lump that’s growing in my throat. I have no idea what’s happening right now. I’ve never felt this alive. This connected. My legs are shaking, and my cock twitches inside her. I’m seconds away from going without her, and I can’t let that happen. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I reach up and give her nipple a gentle tug. She moans deep in her throat and slams down on me, grinding harder and faster.
“Th-There. Don’t… don’t stop,” she commands. I do as she says, and I feel it. Her pussy walls clamp around my cock, squeezing me like a vise. She screams out my name as I spill inside her.
She collapses to my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. My cock is still buried deep inside her, her pussy convulsing wave after pulsing wave like an aftershock. We’re both breathing heavily, and I, for one, can’t seem to form words. If this is what being in love feels like, I pray that it never ends. That I never lose her, and we never lose this.
Chapter 11
Reagan
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I can’t breathe. My body is like a limp noodle as I lie here on his chest. I’ve never felt anything even remotely like that before in my life. My body still pulses from my orgasm. I wish I had words to describe it, the feeling, the connection, but I’m at a loss. All I can do is suck in air, trying to catch my breath.
He literally took my breath away.
His large calloused hands gently stroke my back, which only relaxes me further. There’s just something about his touch. I focus on matching my breaths to his, and eventually, I feel as though I can breathe normally.
“You okay?”
“I’m not sure,” I tell him honestly, making him chuckle.
“You’re going to be just fine,” he assures me, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“Oh, yeah. How do you know that?”
“Because we have to do that again.”
“You’re trying to kill me by orgasm.”
“There are worse ways to go.” He chuckles. Finding my strength, I lift my head to find his sky-blue eyes staring at me. “Hey, beautiful,” he says, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
I see so much in his eyes, in the way he’s looking at me.
Devotion.
Contentment.
Love.
All of it for me. I know because I feel it in every cell of my body. My body that now belongs to him. “I love you.”
His eyes soften. “Yeah?” he asks, swallowing hard.
I nod, unable to speak from the emotion of the moment. His arms squeeze me so tightly I can barely breathe again. “I love you, Reagan Beckett. With everything in me.” He relaxes his hold a little, which gives me the chance to sit up.
I look between our bodies where he’s still nestled inside me. “We should clean up.” Climbing to my knees, I then move off him and am amazed to see he’s still half hard. “Really?”
“That’s all you,” he says, running his index finger down my cheek. I stand from the bed and take another peek at what he’s working with, and that’s when I realize it.
“Uh, Ty, we didn’t use anything.”
He sits up and moves to the side of the bed, pulling me into him. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t think.”
“No, it’s just as much on me if not more so. I-I’m not on the pill. It’s been a while, so….” I trail off, not wanting to have this awkward conversation.
“Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you’ve got?”
He shrugs. “I love you, Reagan. Not just for now or because we just slept together. I love you. The person you are. I love your loyalty and dedication. I love your independence and hate it at the same time.” He winks at me. “I could think of worse things than having a baby with you.”
“That connects us for life.”
“In that case, give me five, and we can do it again.”
“Tyler.” I grip his shoulders. “This is real.”
“I know that,” he says, his eyes boring into mine. “The love I feel for you is real. We take it one day at a time.” He moves his large hand to lay over my belly. “If it does happen, I want you to remember something. I’m here now, without a baby, and I’ll be here with a baby. Either way, I want you and we’ll work it out.”
“We just started dating.”
“No, baby. We just started sleeping together. We’ve been dating for months. Movie nights, hanging out watching Knox. Neither one of us was willing to admit it then, but right here, right now we need to.”
I think about what he’s saying and know he’s right. “We really were terrible at hiding it, huh?” I smile.
“Yep. I didn’t think about it much until after I talked to Ridge about us. He said we didn’t hide it well, so I started to think back. It’s been you and me for months.”
“A baby is a big step.”
He nods. “One that we’re going to take together.”
“Maybe, we don’t know if I’m pregnant. I mean, it was one time.”
“True. However, I can see us there. Maybe not right away, but I see us with a family. I want that, but I only want it with you.”
Hot tears prick my eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Let’s go get cleaned up. You have to be in the shop early, and if I’m late, your brother and the guys will never let me live it down.”
For the past few weeks, it’s just been us in our little bubble. Now that the word is out that we’re together, I can only imagine the type of teasing he’ll get. I know they all gave Ridge a hard time with Kendall. Although, with Ridge being my brother, maybe they’ll take it easy on him.
Somehow the two of us manage to squeeze into my small shower. It’s intimate and arousing all at the same time. Once we’re dried off, I make us chicken salad sandwiches before we fall exhausted into my bed. Tyler pulls me into him, my head resting on his chest while his hands trace the length of my back with a featherlight touch.
“The doctors have told me it will be harder for me to get pregnant,” I confess into the darkness. I know he’s listening because his arms tighten just a fraction. “I have endometriosis. A mild case, but it still could present some challenge
s. I think we’re okay,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
“Don’t be. That’s why my time of the month is so bad, the pain,” I explain. “I want kids, but I never let myself think that far ahead. What if I can’t?”
“Then we adopt.”
“What?” I lift my head. The room is dark and I can’t see him, but I do it anyway.
“We both want to be parents. If we can’t have a baby the natural way, there are tons of babies out there that need good loving homes. We’ll be that for them.”
“Tyler,” I say, my voice breaking on a sob.
“Hey, don’t cry.”
“I just… never expected that. This is all so overwhelming. We were just us for so long, and now we’re more and talking about babies.”
“We’re talking about our future.”
“This is all so fast.”
“We talked about this; it’s not really. Us admitting it, yeah, I’d agree it’s fast, but that’s it. We’ve been dancing around this far too long. I want to start living this life with you by my side. Together we will face whatever obstacles come our way.”
“Okay.” I nod against his chest, willing the tears not to fall.
“Night, baby.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Goodnight.” I place a kiss on his bare chest over his heart before resuming my position. His heart’s steady rhythm lulls me to sleep.
When my alarm goes off at 5:00 a.m., I groan, smacking at the nightstand until it’s off. “Why did you set the alarm so early?” I grumble.
Tyler is lying behind me, his hard length pressed into my ass, his arms holding me tightly, my back to his chest. “I have to be at the job site at six. We try to get an early start to miss the heat,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
“I don’t usually get to the shop until eight. We open at nine.”
“I’m sorry,” he says with another kiss to my shoulder. “Can I make it up to you?” he asks, grinding his hard length into me. His hand snakes lower, and I know what he finds when he sucks in a breath. I’m wet for him. Waking up with his naked body wrapped around mine like a cocoon, his hand on my breast, his hard length making itself known. I want him. Plain and simple. There is no use in sugarcoating it.