Ty shifted his weight, the hard ridge of his hip bone biting into hers as he grappled for the arm of the couch. The next flex of his hips made her vision blur ever so slightly, but she couldn’t be bothered thinking about possible blindness now. Not when this new position granted her new access to his chest and the defined contours of his abs.
“This is a crime, you know,” she murmured.
He paused midthrust, every muscle in his body going rigid. “What?”
“A man your age looking like this.” She softened her chide by sliding her palm over the subtle bands of muscle. “No wonder all the teenyboppers want you to do them.”
He gripped one side of her ass and spread her even farther as he lifted her bodily off the couch to meet his next thrust. “I’m not interested in girls.”
She blinked, then let a sly smile come. “Wow. One night with me, and he becomes a switch-hitter.”
“Women,” he managed to grunt, his lip curling in a snarl. His gaze locked on her. He gulped visibly, then corrected himself. “Woman. One woman.”
Gratified to discover she’d robbed him of his ability to string words together, she reached down, grabbed the taut globes of his finely sculpted ass, pulled him deep inside her, and held him close. His breath caught. His arms trembled with exertion. Until she ran her hand over one bulging bicep, it hadn’t occurred to her that he still held the lion’s share of his weight off her. And she wanted that weight. All of it. All of him.
“Come,” she ordered, staring straight into his eyes.
“Huh.”
The grunt was a question, a refusal, and a fervent prayer all wrapped up in a single syllable. Her smile softened as she basked in the glow of the need lighting those amber eyes. She wet her lips, then repeated her request. “I want you to come. Don’t hold back, Ty. Stop fighting.”
“But…”
She squeezed him tight, and he groaned long and loud, proving all the Kegels she’d done to strengthen her pelvic wall were not for nothing. He seemed to lose the thread on his protest, so she decided to goad him along a little. “Butt? On the first date?”
A laugh boomed from him like a cannon blast. Then his hips jerked, and his entire body seemed to bow and flex as he unleashed a rough, ragged groan. His eyes closed, and his face contorted. Gorgeous, white teeth gleamed in the fading light of the day, but Ty wasn’t smiling as he pumped into her. His handsome face was twisted into a grimace as he lowered his head into the crook of her neck. Full, soft lips sought and found the tender spot beneath her ear. She shivered at the contact, but she wasn’t the least bit cold.
Heat radiated from his skin. She imagined waves rising off him the way they wafted from overbaked asphalt. His chest heaved as he blew like billows, each breath fiery and moist. He groaned again, but she heard little pleasure in the throaty surrender.
“What?” She ran comforting hands up over the planes of his back. “Did you throw your back out? Pull a muscle? Charlie horse?”
His only response was a huffy chuckle and weak shake of his head.
“You’re not some kind of shape-shifting animal that breaks its yoohoo off in the female, are you?”
“Wha?”
The question was muffled and loaded with enough disbelief to give her an answer. “Never mind.” She slid one hand up into the downy soft curls at his nape. “You just…you don’t seem happy.”
The observation earned her another soundless laugh and a half-hearted version of his earlier groan. He drew a breath deep enough to make her think of birthday cakes loaded with those candy-striped candles, but instead of a hearty gust, he let go slow and soft. “I’m not happy that I can’t seem to manage to make love to you naked in a bed like a normal human being with reasonable impulse control. Maybe I am some kind of animal.”
Millie grinned at the apex of the vaulted ceiling. “I hear being a normal human is boring. Never saw the point in being average.”
He lifted his head, holding her gaze, and slowly peeled himself off her. His feet found the floor, and he canted his body away from her. Broad shoulders hunched as he dealt with the condom. She smiled. If he was an animal, he was a cautious and considerate one, even if their encounters hadn’t quite lived up to whatever standard he had set in his head.
Sated as she was, she still felt a little…squirmy. Millie raised her arms over her head and pointed her toes, twisting to one side then the other as she indulged in a long, luxurious stretch. Letting her muscles go slack, she opened her eyes to find Ty staring down at her. Unrepentant, she gave him a lazy smile. “I like this couch.”
“I slept here the night you came creeping across my back lawn.”
The image of him passed out in this exact spot pleased her for some reason. Like this overstuffed, overused sofa was somehow destined to be tangled up in their affair. She ran her hand over the fine grain of the upholstery. “You got drunk after I left.”
“Yes, I did.” Ty held up one finger to ask her to hold her thought, then pivoted on his heel, headed for the narrow hallway, and opened one of the doors.
A light flicked on, and a second later, she heard the toilet flush and water run in the sink. She let her head fall back and blinked up at the ceiling, willing her bladder not to give in to the siren song of water rushing through the pipes.
Too late.
Cursing the daiquiris she’d downed earlier in the evening, she heaved a sigh and rolled up off the couch. She hadn’t thought to grab a shirt or something when she followed the sounds of the commotion in the
