“Ticklish?” He grins.

“Yes.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to remember that for later.” He settles on his stomach, his chest at my pelvis, eye-level with my breasts, and he continues to gently caress my skin, trailing a path around my breasts, beneath them, between them.

My nipples are peaked and screaming for his mouth.

He lowers his head and sweeps his tongue over one, then the other, leaving them wet. “I love your breasts.”

“You’re a boob man?”

“I’m a Lo man.” He chuckles and pulls a tight peak into his mouth, licking and sucking lazily.

Finally, he climbs up me and kisses my arm, then moves to my mouth, hovering above me, gazing down at me.

“You’re so beautiful, Lo.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He settles his lips on mine, and I can still smell and taste myself on his mouth. It just turns me on more. I wrap my legs around his hips, grind my core against his hard erection, still covered by the cotton of his shorts.

“Please make love to me,” I whisper against him.

“I will.”

“I want to touch you.”

“You will.”

“Have I mentioned that I’m not a patient person?” I growl.

He chuckles and unties my hands, kisses me once more before pulling off me completely.

He effortlessly flips me over. “Hold on to the headboard.”

I immediately comply, reaching up and gripping tightly on the metal of the bed. Suddenly, Ty is covering me with his body again. Heat is rolling off him. His erection is pressing against my ass.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw this ink.”

He kisses my shoulder and over to my spine, then kisses all the way down my back, over my tattoo.

When he reaches the bottom, he starts up again, but this time trailing over the ink with the tip of his tongue. I squirm beneath him, delighting in the feel of the soft sheets against my sensitive breasts and bare pussy, silently begging him to finally slip inside me.

His hands cup my ass, squeeze, then glide down my thighs before finding my ass once more.

“Your ass is perfect. Firm, round. It fits flawlessly in my hands.”

Dear God, his words are as sexy as his body, as the delicious things his hands are doing to me. I’ve never had my body explored so thoroughly.

“Your back is slender, and with your arms up over your head like this, your muscles are spectacular.”

I feel him slip his hand down my spine over my bottom, and he pushes his fingers into my pussy again.

My hips buck, pushing back against his hand, needing to feel him deeper.

“You like that, baby?” he whispers against my skin.

“God, yes.”

I feel him shimmy behind me, pushing his shorts down his thighs and legs, and suddenly he’s blanketing me with his hard body and his bare cock is pressed to my opening.

He slides in slowly, lazily, until he’s buried balls-deep. I try to pull my knees under me, to lift my ass in the air, but he holds me flat, plants his hands on the cheeks of my butt hard enough to leave handprints for days, and begins to ride me.

“I can’t hold back any longer, sweetness, I’m sorry.”

“God, it feels so good, Ty.”

His thrusts quicken. His breath is harsh. “Give me one more, Lo. Come with me.”

I shake my head and push back against him.

“Yes, Lauren.” He leans down, braces one hand on the bed at my hip, and pushes the other beneath me, between my legs, to circle my clit.

My toes curl.

The world shatters around me as I come hard, clenching around him and milking his hard cock with my pussy.

“Ah, fuck, Lo.” He pushes once, twice, then stills, rocking hard against me as he spills inside me.

Finally, he kisses me softly, right between my shoulder blades, and pulls away. He pads into the bathroom where I hear water running.

I love that he always wants to take care of me after he makes love to me.

“Turn over, beautiful.”

“I don’t think I can move,” I mutter into the pillows.

He laughs and lowers my arms to my sides, massaging them firmly, then nudges me onto my back. He brushes my hair off my face and kisses me softly. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Okay?”

“So okay.”

He cleans me up and joins me on the bed, pulling the covers over us both.

“Ty, it’s late. We should get up.”

“Rule number one when you’ve been held hostage is you don’t get to make those decisions. You didn’t sleep last night. Get some rest.”

“You don’t have to stay with me,” I whisper, and settle against him, my head on his chest, arm and leg draped comfortably over him.

“Well, it looks like I’m trapped.”

I start to back away, but he pulls me closer. “I’m here, baby. Sleep.”

Before long, the rise and fall of his chest and his fingers brushing up and down my back lull me to sleep.

“Bullshit.” Ty’s voice comes from another room, pulling me from sleep. I stretch and glance at the alarm clock, shocked to see it’s after four in the afternoon.

I slept all day!

Rain is pounding against the bedroom window and the room is cast in gray, dark because of the storm working its way through.

“I don’t care if we can’t prove it, Brad.” Ty’s angry. I move from the bed, wrap the sheet around me, and walk down the hallway toward the upstairs living room where Ty is standing before the large picture window, looking out into the storm. He’s dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. He’s barefoot and his hair is still a mess. I lean against the wall, listening shamelessly. “No one else in this world would have done that to her house. A kid would have thrown one rock, not destroyed the whole fucking place.” He listens and pushes his hand through his hair. “I want her place patrolled regularly. This fucker isn’t going to hurt her.”