Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate #1)(76)

“Harley,” he says softly, gliding a hand down my cheek. “There is no way you could ever disappoint me.” I sigh, closing my eyes. “I need you to trust me,” he says. “I need you to trust that I will never hurt you.”

I lean into him, bringing my forehead to his lips again. “I know you won't. I didn't mean it like that, I just…”

I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm letting my fears and insecurities taint the one thing that I've waited for my entire life. Truth slams into me like a freight train. Butterflies take flight in my stomach as hope blooms. Ty has proven himself to me repeatedly. Not only has he been here for me, but he's also been here for Max, proving to us that he is here to stay.

Beyond that, I love him. I've always loved him. My lungs suck in the air between us, letting all of my worries go when I exhale.

Lifting my face so I can look deep into his eyes, I lock my hands behind his neck. Kissing his chin softly, I bring my nose to his. “I do trust you,” I confirm. “I believe in you, and I believe in us.” His body sags with relief, but I'm not done. “I love you, Ty.”

“You…” Eyes wide and voice full of shock, he stands to his full height. “You love me?” he asks slowly, as if he’s afraid that he didn't hear me right.

I chuckle, loving the weight that has been lifted off my shoulders. The look of pure joy on Tyson's face is the only thing I need to know that I made the right choice. “I love you, love you.” His face sobers upon hearing the same words I said to him five years ago.

His hands, which have been resting on my lower back, trail down to my ass. Lifting me, he twirls around and sets me on the countertop. His body claims the space between my legs and then strong hands slide up my spine, stopping to tangle in my hair. Nose to nose, he whispers, “I love you, love you, too.” I whimper hearing his words.

My tongue slides across my lips, parting them as Ty's mouth descends on mine. His lips feather across mine and my heavy eyelids drift closed, reveling in the feel of his tongue as it gains entrance into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, sensual and searching, like we're exploring each other again for the very first time. My hands twist through his hair, tugging gently. We kiss until our lips are swollen and numb and we're both fighting for air. Ty pulls his mouth away from mine and our eyes lock.

“Don't stop. Please don't stop,” I beg, needing his hot mouth back on mine.

His eyes search mine. I'm not sure what he's looking for, but I hope to God he finds it soon. “You have to tell me what you want, Harley,” he says, his voice firm. “I need to hear you say it.”

My grip tightens on his hair. “I want you.” My body is trembling with anticipation, adrenalin pumping through my veins. He leans forward, pressing his body closer to mine so he can trail kisses down my neck. A low growl rips from my throat when he bites down gently, immediately soothing the same spot with his tongue.

“That's a good start,” he mumbles, sliding my tank strap down my shoulder so his mouth can continue its torturous path. “But you're going to have to be a little more specific.”

His lips are scorching hot and feel f*cking fantastic against my skin. I close my eyes, letting my head drop against the cabinet behind me, allowing myself to be absorbed in—

I whimper when a cold draft blows over my bare shoulder...right where his lips should be. He laughs. “Concentrate,” he says, bending forward to nip at my bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth on me,” I pant, and he slams his mouth to mine. Our tongues battle for control while his hands roam my body, sliding up my thighs, over my stomach, and teasing the material at the swell of my breast. He pulls away much too soon and my mouth follows his, begging for more.

“There? Is that where you want my mouth?”

I shake my head. “You're warm.”

He cocks an eyebrow, a mischievous grin pulling at his mouth. “Well, warm isn't going to work, now is it?” His tongue darts out, tracing a path of open-mouth kisses across my chest and over my collarbone.

“Warmer…you're getting warmer,” I say, my voice low and husky. I should be embarrassed that he's worked me up this fast, but I'm not. His erection is cradled firmly between my legs and he thrusts against me. I want more. I need more.

Looking down, I watch him cup my breasts, my nipples puckering until they ache. He yanks the top of my shirt down, freeing my heavy breasts. His mouth descends, attacking and sucking. By the time his mouth moves to the opposite side, I'm writhing against him, a deep warmth settling in my belly.

“More…I need more.”

“Patience,” he mumbles. I jerk his mouth back to my aching chest and I can feel him smile against me. He knows I don't have patience. I grip his erection through his pants and his hips buck against my hand. He is hard and ready for me. I rub him several times, feeling the thick steel grow and stretch behind the tight confines of his jeans. I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining how good he will feel deep inside of me. Popping the top button of his jeans, I slide my hand in between his boxers and soft, warm skin. A low groan vibrates from his chest and I gasp at the feel of him hot and heavy in my hand. I stroke up his length, gripping his girth. The fire burning between my legs inflames with desire.

In the blink of an eye, Ty yanks my hand away, and I find myself being hauled off the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist, my mouth devouring his as he storms down the hall. He kicks open the bedroom door and wastes no time settling me on the bed. Reaching back, he pulls his shirt over his head in that sexy way that men do. My eyes ogle his bare chest, appreciating every line and groove of his toned stomach. Leaning down, he reaches for the hem of my shirt.