Mine to Hold (27 page)

Fuck, she felt beyond hot and tight. He wasn’t going to last long once he got his cock in there, but it was going to be one sweet ride. Nothing ever felt like Del, and knowing that he was the first—and the last—man to take her this intimately was going to blow the top of his head off.

He withdrew for a moment, then pressed two fingers inside her ass. Del didn’t gasp this time. She moaned, a little involuntary animal sound of pleasure.

“It’s going to feel even better when it’s my cock back here, angel. You think you feel every touch now? Just wait. I’m going to fuck you so deep and slow, there’s no way you’re going to be able to deny the pleasure. You’ll absolutely feel every inch of me, totally joined with you.”

And he was going to use every weapon he had to get under her defenses, strip her bare, and overcome her objections. As far as he was concerned, he’d tear down a cement wall with his bare hands to get to her. Whatever emotional barriers she was trying to erect now should be no match for his determination.

Slowly, he slid his hand out of her hair, caressing his way down her spine, circling her waist, before he slid over her belly, then between her thighs to rub her tender, swollen flesh. She might be slightly sore, but more than anything, she was needy. Her cunt wept, and when he put his fingers over her clit, her body leapt to life, bucking. She tossed her head back, and the spill of her dark hair across her skin, almost to her ass, turned him on even more. Everything about this woman—her intelligence and determination, the way she loved his son unconditionally, the fact that she represented home for him—all made her downright perfect.

With his right hand, he lined his cock up with her little rosette and gently pushed in until his head began to breach her tissue.

“Tyler.” Her body went taut, and she was already clawing the sheets.

It was nerves, not pain. He hadn’t tried to push past the tight ring of her muscle. Yet.

“Relax, angel. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She was panting. “You’re big. And you’re going to get too deep.”

Tyler heard the fear in her voice, and he caressed her hip, trying to gentle her. “Yeah, I’m going to get deep. Very deep. But there’s no such thing as too deep, angel.” He pressed his hand into the small of her back. “Arch for me.”

She succumbed to his demand, and he focused on his cock sinking into her body. He parted the cheeks of her ass with his fingers and watched her body slowly accept him.

Finally, the thick ridge of his flesh encountered the barrier of her tight muscles. Tyler pressed his thumbs across her tense lower back, then caressed her hips again. “Relax. Just take a deep breath and push out.”

To entice her, he brushed his fingertips across her clit again. She gasped instantly and arched a bit more. The action opened her up just enough that the head of his cock slipped past that tight ring. After a little scream of panic, she gasped long and low. Fuck, she was like a burning vise, pressing in from all sides with a heat he’d never known.

Forcing himself to move slowly, he penetrated her, sliding down, down, down into the tightest recesses of her body. Beneath him, her head thrashed, and she clawed at the sheets.

“Hurt, angel?” He paused immediately and waited, swirling a little friction against her clit to keep her pleasure high.

“Yes. No. More. God, more!”

A feral smile stretched across his face, and he finished burrowing his cock in her backside. A giant rush of air filled her lungs. Her body tensed as she screeched out in a sound of pleasure unlike anything he’d ever heard.

“It’s okay, angel. I’m in. All the way in. Now it’s just going to feel good.”

She nodded frantically. “Now! Please. More. Everything.”

Del was completely with him, thinking only about the pleasure coursing through her body, not about protecting her heart. He wasn’t about to risk hurting her, so he couldn’t fuck her too hard, but he’d definitely give her something to scream about.

Tyler picked up the pace a bit, experimentally withdrawing and plunging into her. Tight. Silken. Perfect. And all his. He draped his body over her back. The sheen of perspiration across her skin merged with the sweat beginning to dampen his. This wasn’t going to be a simple, gentle ride. The more she felt, the more she’d fight. The more he’d have to hold on. And he was determined to do exactly that.

He circled her clit with his fingers again and settled his chin in the crook of her neck so he could whisper in her ear, “Angel, I’m going to stay right here, keep after you so deep and hard until you come for me like you never have. You’re going to take me here, just like this, until you let go for me.”

Her panting grew rougher.

“Understand?” he prompted.

“Yes. Yes!” she screamed as he put a bit more force behind his thrust.

Jesus, the pleasure staggered him. Lightning shot down his spine. Electricity gathered in his balls. Inside, a perfect storm of need, possessiveness, and love brewed. He wanted to claim her, mark her, leave her—and every other man on the planet—absolutely no doubt who she belonged to.

He worked his fingers a bit faster over her clit. Del responded, thrusting her body back at him, taking his cock even deeper in her ass. God, he couldn’t stand it. He absolutely needed more of her, needed her against him.

Tyler stood tall, lifting her torso upright until her back rested against his chest. Her nipples stabbed the air, and he trailed a hand up to them, pinching one, then the other. Instead of trying to get away, she reached behind her and clasped her hands around his head, sinking her fingers into his hair.

With a last brush against her nipples, he latched onto her hip and drove into her even faster, even deeper. “Take me. Every bit. All the way inside, angel.”

“Yes.” She gyrated back on him, and the slap of their flesh together was frantic, intimate. “I need more.”

He pumped inside her in a measured, relentless pace and watched her skin flush, her muscles begin to tense and quiver. Her breathing grew erratic. Another brush of his fingers over her nipples told him they were harder than he’d ever felt. Her pussy was so swollen and dripping.

As much as he wanted to just lose himself in the pleasure, now was the time to press his advantage.

“Just when you think we’re done here, I’m going to fuck you again. And again. Until you admit that we’re good together and beg me to never stop.”

“Yes. God, yes.” She turned her head to press frantic kisses across his jaw.

“Not just sexually,” he growled. “We’re good, period. We’ve got something, and it’s more than lust, angel. Isn’t it?”

Del thrust back on him again. “Please. Don’t talk. I just need . . .”

“You need
it
? Or you need
me
?”

She nipped at his neck, then pinched her own nipples. The sight nearly undid Tyler. Goddamn, everything about her was so beautiful, so sexual, yet so familiar and sweet. He’d always been able to walk away from anything or anyone. He’d done it once for Del because she’d asked him. Never fucking happening again.

No matter how much it killed him or how much restraint it cost, he had to show her that he meant business. He froze and clutched her hips, not allowing her to move. He was still lodged deep inside her, but not moving, not touching her sensitive little clit, now so hard it was a ticking time bomb.

“Tyler!” she screeched, her body bucking frantically.

“Answer the question,” he growled in her ear. “Is it just sex, angel? Or is it me?”

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded, trying to gyrate on him, sliding her fingers over her clit.

With one hand, he grabbed her wrist and held it away from her body. With the other, he exuded an iron grip on her hip, keeping her still.

“That cheap orgasm you’re trying to steal isn’t going to make you feel half as good as I can, and you know it. Answer the fucking question.”

Her pants turned to sobs, and the starch left her body. Tyler had to hold her to keep her against him, keep his breath in her ear to remind her that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“You, damn you. It’s always you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The accusation in her voice was a knife to the chest, but she’d been completely honest. Tyler had no doubt about that. Now that he’d wrung the truth from her, he had to please her, gentle her, complete her.

“Yeah, angel. It’s always you for me. From the first minute I touched you, it was always you. Every other day and every other minute, I was marking time. No one else ever meant a damn thing. But you haunted me. The moment you knocked on my door in Lafayette, you sealed your fate. There’s no way I’m letting you get away from me again.” He might not know a damn thing about commitment firsthand, but he wasn’t letting his mother’s bitter voice crawl up in his head and fuck this up. He was determined to work it out and keep her. “Now move with me.”

Tyler withdrew slowly and inched in once more, his pace maddening. Beneath him, Del released a string of short, stuttering gasps, each one higher-pitched than the last. Her body tensed again.

He slid his fingers over her clit again. “We’re going to come together. And you’re not going to hold anything back. Afterward, you’re going to fall into my arms and kiss me with all the emotion racing through you. I’m going to kiss you back with the same intensity.”

Then he lowered her to the bed, covering her body with his own, and shoved a pillow under her hips. Tyler gripped the edge of the bed and used his grip as leverage to fill her in agonizingly slow, deep strokes. Under him, Del melted, and he linked the fingers of one hand with hers, splayed across the mattress. The other hand, he fitted against her clit. Every stroke into her rubbed that bundle of nerves into his hand.

Soon, her gasps became sobs. She tightened under him, around him, moving recklessly with him, taking him completely. There was nothing between them now but shared breaths, passion, heartbeats, unspoken emotion, and the glittering promise of satisfaction.

“Give it to me, angel. Come for me.”

She shook her head. “It’s too big. It’s going to wipe me out.”

“I’ll be here for you,” he crooned. “Give yourself to me.”

He pushed into her again. With every breath, he got behind each thrust. He poured everything he felt into her, held nothing back. Against his hand, her clit hardened unbearably. She stood at the edge of the cliff and held her breath, just waiting for the right touch, the perfect penetration. Tyler was right there with her, feeling the electric tingle of orgasm brewing in his balls, everything inside him gripping, coiling. Motherfucker, this was going to be huge.

“Now!” he demanded.

And he plowed into her hard, deep, fast, no stopping, no holding back, no mercy.

Under him, Del cried out, a guttural moan that sounded torn from her chest. She jolted, shuddered, and clamped down on him in a long, strong pull of muscles around his cock that sent him hurtling into a pleasure so intense, Tyler couldn’t hear anything but the roaring of his heart. The switch flipped inside him, and he unleashed the last of his restraint, releasing jet after jet of semen. Spots danced before his eyes, and his entire body stiffened as he emptied everything he had and was inside her.

Finally, he found his ability to breathe. His mind kicked back online a few seconds later, and he found Del shuddering and sobbing underneath him.

Fear kicking him, he gingerly withdrew and threw the condom in the nearest bin. Then he rolled Del into his arms and looked down at her with a frown of worry. She wasn’t hurt, but her blue eyes were a sea of pleading. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“Tyler . . .” She clasped her arms around his neck.

“Angel.” He scooped her against him and held her tight.

He’d undone her utterly. Now he had to put her back together.

Still struggling to get his breath under control, he fused their lips together and let her have all the emotion roiling around inside him. The sated exhaustion, the reverence of a man who knew he’d been blessed by someone special, the silent promise to love and protect her, the determination to never let her go.

Beneath him, she opened and accepted. Everything he gave, she took, then gave back all that was in her heart: her confusion that he’d stripped her so bare, her fear that it meant more to her than him, her gratitude for giving her a pleasure so profound there weren’t words to express it. And love. Yeah, there it was. Under all the complicated tangle of flavors in her kiss, there was the grim acceptance he’d been looking for. She wasn’t ready to trust him totally with her heart yet. But she was going to roll the dice with him, give herself, and hope that he didn’t let her down.

Now, maybe, they had a chance.

***

THIRTY
minutes and a long, hot bath later, Tyler deposited her back in the bed. As he held her in the silence, she felt the gravity of the moment. If he’d meant this afternoon to be a bonding experience, he’d succeeded. Even now, she could still feel him deep inside her, where no man had been, laying claim to her body. She could still feel the avalanche of pleasure burying her. And as she lay across the bed and curled up beside him, she could feel the care in his touch.

And Del was forced to admit that Tyler had real feelings for her, more than she’d believed him capable of.