"No. Now." She's serious, her hazel eyes locked on mine. "I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for weeks, and I can't—I don't want to do this without you knowing that."
Everything stops. The anger, the frustration, the desperate need—it all crystallizes into this one perfect moment.
"Fuck." I rest my forehead against hers, my hands on her bare waist. "I'm in love with you, too, Red. So fucking in love with you, I can't think straight."
"Then don't think." She pulls me back to her mouth. "Just feel."
And I do. I kiss her until we're both breathless, my handsroaming over her body, learning the curves I've been dying to touch. She's pulling at my belt, and I help her, shoving my jeans and boxers down.
I help her out of her leggings, then hook my fingers in her underwear, pausing.
"You sure?"
"Yes. God, yes."
I slide them down her legs, and when I see her bare in front of me, I have to take a second just to breathe.
"You're perfect," I murmur, my hands on her thighs, spreading them wider. "Let me taste you first. Ineedto taste you."
Heryescomes out as a whimper.
I drop to my knees in front of the dryer, hooking her legs over my shoulders, and the first sight of her pussy this close makes my mouth water.
"So pretty," I murmur, using my thumbs to spread her open. "Fuck, Red. You're already so wet for me."
"Tyler, please?—"
I lean in, dragging my tongue through her folds, and she gasps. She tastes incredible—sweet and perfect and mine. I work her slowly, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her fingers tighten in my hair.
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, then sucking it gently. Her thighs are trembling around my head, her hips rocking against my face.
"That's it, baby," I murmur against her. “Ride my face. Take what you need."
She does, her movements getting more desperate, and I slip two fingers inside her, groaning at how tight she is.
"Oh god," she gasps. "Ty, that feels?—"
"Tell me." I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her cry out. "Tell me how it feels."
"So good. Your fingers—your mouth—I can't?—"
I work her harder, my tongue on her clit, my fingerspumping in and out, and I can feel her getting close. Her pussy's clenching around my fingers, her breathing ragged.
"I'm close," she whimpers. "So close?—"
"Not yet." I slow down, pulling back slightly, and she actually whines. "I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel this pretty pussy coming around me."
"Then stop teasing me and fuck me already."
I laugh against her thigh, pressing a kiss there. "Bossy."
I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and her eyes are dark with lust as she watches me.
"Condom.” My brain is barely functioning. “Hang on, I have one in my wallet.”
I grab my jeans from the floor, fishing out my wallet with shaking hands. The condom's been in there for months, and I send up a silent prayer that it's still good as I rip it open.
"You okay?" I ask, rolling it on. "You're sure about this?"