Chapter 110

Rachel POV

Wright House

We must have fallen asleep for a time because when I woke up the angle of the sun was different and Tyler's head was a heavy weight on my breast.

I grinned at the tenderness between my thighs, not caring about anything as my mind floated around somewhere between Heaven and Earth.

Deciding to take the risk, I raised my free arm to let my fingers trail through Tyler's hair. He was always so well put together. I wondered if this would be the way we would experience life together from now on. I thought I could live the rest of my life happily if only I was allowed to keep this memory of us together fresh in my mind.

"I can hear you thinking," Tyler rumbled, his voice a deep rasp while his breath blew hot over my nipple, making me shiver.

"Oh can you? Did you pick up some tricks from Art I should know about?"

Tyler sat up, his hair falling over his forehead in a thick wave before he leaned down to kiss me sweet yet deep then leaning back to say, "Don't mention Windsor to me when we're naked in bed together. Kills the mood."

I laughed. He was something else. What could make him jealous of Art Windsor? The Alpha Inspector was a fine specimen of man, but he wasn't my mate and that meant he wasn't even in the same league as Tyler for me.

"I don't think anything could kill the mood for me right now. I've never wanted anything as much as I want you. I had no idea it could be like this."

"You know, you're being hard on my ego. You had no idea it could be like this?" Tyler asked, cupping my right breast with his left hand.

My nipple tightened into a hard peak in the center of my mate's hand; I marveled anew at how his hands were so big they swallowed my breast entirely even with the slight increase in size from pregnancy.

Everything about Tyler was solid.

His big, wide hands which seemed to make me feel more delicate and fragile with every touch.

His lips which were thin yet soft as they delivered deep, searching kisses to every part of me within reach of his mouth.

His long, thick cock which filled me completely, stretching my inner walls to their limits when he plunged in and out of me in a quest for satisfaction for us both.

There was no part of Tyler I didn't want and I wasn't remotely ashamed of it when his hand fell away from my breast to cup me between my legs. Pushing a blunt finger between my folds, Tyler traced the wet seam of my sex before lightly pushing his way inside me with only the one digit.

I let my legs fall apart further to allow him to explore as he pleased. I felt no shame in my arousal. Tyler had such a loving expression on his face as he looked at me, I couldn't imagine him hurting me in any way ever again.

"You always want me."

He'd said those words to me before and I had felt the need to apologize, but this time---this time Tyler said the words with marvel coloring his tone.

"I do," I agreed, raising my hands to cup my breasts, gently rolling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, "I always want you, Tyler. Do you?"

Tyler moved his finger in and out of me until my hips were rising and falling, chasing him for more, please, please more.

"Do I what? Do I always want you?"

"Yes."

The word was an exhale, a loss of breath, a thought breathed aloud.

Tyler adjusted his hand and pushed into me with two fingers, his thumb moving up to the top of my pussy to rub the swollen knot of nerves that was my clit. He loved me slowly with his fingers, careful not to push me too far after our earlier fast, rough fucking.

"More," I begged, not sure what I wanted more of only I needed more, more, more.

My mate sank three fingers into as he leaned over to take one stiff nipple into his mouth. Tyler sucked hard, rhythmically in time with his fingers movements in and out of my body and I came again from the combined stimulation of fingers and lips and teeth and tongue.

I laughed again, trying to catch my breath before asking, "What did I do to deserve all that?"

Tyler withdrew his fingers carefully and gave a farewell lick to my nipple before looking directly into my eyes.

I raised a brow in silent question -unwilling to ask him again- only to lose my breath as Tyler raised his slick fingers to his mouth and sucked them inside, cleaning my juices off as if he were licking up the very last of his favorite dessert.

"You gave me all of you. I want to give you all of me. Do you want to try to get cleaned up? I've made a mess out of you and I know you hate that."

At first, I wasn't sure what Tyler was talking about.

I had expressed how much I loved everything he had done to me with my body, my face, my eyes, my hands, and my mouth. I had probably been loud enough for Adam to hear me in the guesthouse. What did he mean he knew I hated our lovemaking?

Tyler caught the confused look on my face and explained, "You always go to the shower right after. You don't like the way it feels to be---I don't know. Sticky? Wet? I don't blame you. I just thought maybe I could shower with you this time. If you wanted. I definitely want."

My confusion lifted and my heart swelled in my chest with love for this huge, hard man who was giving me a look at the softness he was capable of offering to his lover.

"I thought you wanted me to clean up. Before. You always rolled away when you were done. You would leave sometimes. I knew if I got up first and showered---you'd stay beside me for the rest of the night."

After all we'd done together, I still managed to blush at the confession. Who knew I had it in me to feel bashful about anything now?

Tyler shook his head, his lips quirked at the irony, "We are a pair, aren't we? How much do you think our lives would have changed if we'd just tried to talk to each other before?"

"I don't want to think about it."

My words were sharp so I offset them with a soft, deep kiss which had Tyler stirring beside me.

His cock was growing thick again against my hip; I reached for him, taking his shaft in my hand to stroke lightly in case he was sensitive from our earlier play.

"No, not right now. I just want to be with you. I'm good right now. Sometimes it's nice to just want you."

Tyler surprised me with his offer to be together just for me, just for my pleasure, and I wondered if he was like this with his other lovers. Had he always been so giving? Had it been me who caused our coupling to be such a fast, furious experience in the past?

I had no experience at all with lovemaking before I found Tyler. My fated mate was the only man to have ever been inside my body and I felt good about the knowledge. Proud almost because I had wanted to wait for my fated mate.

"It doesn't hurt?"

Nathan had been my first love and we'd progressed to kissing and touching over our clothes, sometimes a little under our clothes. He'd always made it seem as if having an erection was a painful experience for a man. I had wanted to take care of him yet hadn't been brave enough to offer or make a move on him myself.

I was glad I hadn't now because I didn't want to know how Nathan Lewis looked when he found bliss. I didn't want to know more about his passion than I already did. I was grateful he'd been enough of a gentleman with me to never push me, even when I'd definitely been willing to explore a little more.

"No. No, it doesn't hurt. It's a good feeling. Makes me feel strong. Reminds me what my body can do. What my body is meant to do. Don't you like the way it feels when your body starts to get ready for mine? Isn't the ache good?"

Tyler kissed me and my eyes fell closed as his weight settled over me again. I wasn't sure I could handle another round, but I wouldn't deny him.

I would never tell him no when he was silently begging me to say yes.

"Let's get cleaned up."