“These right here are why I fucking love you.”
He nips his teeth against my breasts, taking in one nipple at a time. His words hit my heart and send warm chills down my spine. His confession of love is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He pulls his mouth from my nipple, and with a swift tug, he has my leggings down my body, past my injured foot. Pushing my legs apart, my heart pounds against my chest. He inhales my scent, and when he brings his eyes back to mine, he carries a smirk on his face.
“No, I’ve changed my mine. This is the reason why I fucking love you.”
Licking his lips, he dives back between my legs. The warmth of his breath brings chills throughout my body. As soon as I feel his tongue, I buck beneath him. Squealing at the sensation, my legs tighten around his head.
“You’re such as ass.” I laugh.
He pulls away slightly. “And now she cusses.”
“That’s what happens when I fall in love with a guy who has a potty mouth.”
His body tenses at my words. Uncomfortable and embarrassed, I try to pull myself away from him, but he doesn’t allow it as his hands tighten around my legs.
“Ahh, baby, you don’t have to jump on the bandwagon declaring your love just because I said it. I know I ain’t easy to talk to, harder to deal with and impossible to love. Believe me, I didn’t fucking tell you so you can play parrot and repeat it.”
My heart shatters at his confession. Such a damaged man hiding behind his broken armor.
Spreading my legs further apart, he begins to drop his head, but I stop him by placing my hand on his forehead. Maneuvering my legs from away from his body, I gently get on my knees. I can see that he’s exposed, defenseless. I can tell that it’s more than his hangover that’s weighing on him. This man has been through so much that he’ll never allow himself to believe that he’s good enough. The irony isn’t lost on me that not but moments ago, I felt the same way.
“Tylan, have you ever known me to say things that I don’t mean? Have you?” I push, but he doesn’t answer. “I love you because you’re you. You don’t hide that you’re an asshole. You don’t care what anyone thinks, and that’s rare. We’re always trying to please others and never standing by who we really are, but not you. Never have I met a man who speaks without consequence, who’s willing to take on the world as an army of one, no matter the outcome. You’re fierce, loyal–”
He finally looks at me. “I’m fucked up. That’s what I am.”
“Yeah, you are,” I try to joke, lightening the mood.
“I don’t want you to love me. Not when you can love someone who’s worthy of it. Because, baby, that’s not me.”
His confession knocks me back. “Don’t do that. Don’t put yourself down, and don’t you dare tell me who I can and cannot love. You sound like my father. If I want to love you, then I’ll love you. If I want to sleep with you, then I’ll sleep with you. If I want to f-fuck you, then I’ll do just that.”
“You’ll do what?”
Gone is the vulnerable man and in his place in the cocky, overly sexual man that, heaven help me, I’ve fallen in love with. Just like that, the mood is no longer dismal, and the dark waters we were just treading are now clear.
“I’ll love you,” I say with a smile on my face even though I know that’s not what he wants me to repeat.
Without warning he yanks my legs from beneath me, forcing me to fall back on the bed. He crawls up my body, taking my hands that are covering my breasts and placing them above my head. “Will you?”
“Always,” I whisper.
He places his lips on the column of my neck. His growl that radiates from his throat sends shivers through my body. My nipples harden as desire pulls deep within my belly.
“Even when I’m an asshole?” he questions, his voice low. “Even when I screw up over and over? Will you still love me then?”
Arching my back, I push my chest into his. “Yes.”
His teeth nip at my ear. “Even when you know I’m no good, will I still have your love?”
“Forever.” I squirm beneath his body.
“Are you wet, baby?” he asks as he rakes his hand down my body. “Is that what loving me does to you? Does it make you slick with need?” His fingers push into me. “Fuck me, Jenni,” he continues to whisper in my ear. “Even on the tip of my fingers you feel like heaven.”
His mouth covers mine, his tongue a welcome intrusion, feeling perfect against my own. He kisses me with expert precision. Biting my bottom lip, I nearly come undone. His fingers pump into me, hitting the right spot, bringing me to the cusp of ecstasy.
I want it.
I need it.
I need to feel my orgasm like I need to take my next breath.
“Tylan…” I plea.
His fingers stop their motion before he pulls back, looking at me. My arms are still above my head, wrapped in the confines of one of his hands. My heart is pounding in my chest, my thighs clenching on their own accord, trying to relieve the pressure that’s he’s causing.
“I’m gonna love you, baby. Even though there’s gonna be times when I do it wrong, I’ll spend the rest of my life practicing until I get it the fuck right.” He places a chaste kiss upon my lips. “Now, I’m gonna taste that pussy because it’s mine and I’m fucking starving. Got any objections with that?”