The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(38)
Tyler sighed. “The beach certainly is stunning.”
“My personal nurse, Renata, would bring me here every day, provided I felt well enough.”
“What about your mom?” he asked, already pretty sure of the answer. He hadn’t met Rebecca’s family, and from what he knew of them, he didn’t want to.
“Like all kids, I craved my mother’s attention, but she was always too busy to come along.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Story of my life. I haven’t seen either of my parents for five years.”
It figured. “It must have been a traumatic time for you, honey, diagnosed with leukemia when you were just a kid.”
Her breath hitched. “It was. I had chemo for two years, until I was twelve. When the doctors first told my parents and I that I couldn’t have children, I was too immature to realize the full implications. But as the years rolled by, it gradually became more of an issue. That’s why I focused solely on my career. Anything to distract me from the gnawing, empty pain I feel inside.”
Tyler saw she needed to talk, and he wasn’t about to stop her. “Go on.”
She forced a smile that didn’t convince. “On the upside, I’ve become the best goddamn software engineer in the whole of the US. That’s something to be proud of. I’ve worked with the best of the best. That’s how I came to work for you at Cerberus Technology. It was the best f*cking decision I made in my entire life, and meeting and falling in love with you was just the icing on the cake.” She breathed in and then sighed heavily, and he figured she was reliving the past in her mind. “But…but even my achievements at work can never take away the deep ache I feel inside. I feel it right here.” She held her hand to her heart. “Every minute of every day, that f*cking ache just refuses to quit, and I’ll never feel like a real woman because of it.”
“Believe me, honey, you’re worth ten of any other woman. And you’ll make a wonderful mother to our children.”
“Oh, Ty, you say the most wonderful things.” Her eyes glistened with fresh tears, and he knew if he continued, she’d burst out crying again.
He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “You realize I want a whole football team.”
“But that’s—” Her mouth opened wide and stayed open.
“A hell of a lot. Yeah, and why not?” He tapped her nose with his finger. “Enough talking for now, let’s take a shower. I can see you’re in need of some tender loving.”
Chapter Twenty
Rebecca felt cherished and wanted as Tyler carried her through to the bathroom then carefully set her down on the floor. When he switched on the walk-in shower, three chromed heads immediately came to life as water gushed from them, cascading in a riot of noise onto the marble shower floor.
Tyler held out his hands, a smile on his face. “Turn around, honey, let me take a look at your butt.”
She laughed easily. “It’s okay. It’s fine.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He swiveled her around then gently smoothed a palm over the heated flesh. After three weeks of crushing despondency, she suddenly felt alive again. That was the effect Tyler had on her. Her heart was full of happiness and love, because she had no more secrets dragging her down to the depths of despair.
She jolted from his touch. “Ouch.”
“Still tender, huh? I’ll go extra easy on you.”
He feathered the back of his hand over her cheek. His amber eyes were all knowing as they delved into the very depths of her soul. “Christ, you’ve no idea how much I’ve missed you.” His words were whispered, and she could almost taste the sincerity in them.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you.”
When he began shedding his clothes, she shouted over the deluge of cascading water, “I’m so happy, Ty. I feel like I’m in a dream. I can hardly believe I’m here with you now.”
“Believe it, Becca, it’s real.” He yanked his T-shirt over his head in a testosterone-charged rush and then slung it into the corner of the bathroom before quickly lowering then discarding his jeans on an adrenaline-fuelled high. “I intend to make you feel every inch of me.”
Rebecca swallowed hard, feeling like the soft center of her favorite candy whenever he was around. Fucking hell, although she’d seen him naked many times before, she knew she’d never tire of his wonderful physique. Her man, the man who had come to claim her for his wife, the man who had come to take her home, had a body to worship and adore. She licked her lips, mentally visualizing his strong, powerful thighs pushing hers apart as he entered her, taking what was rightfully his. His huge erection didn’t just defy gravity. It defeated it, bludgeoning it into submission as it rose majestically from his groin with such strength and vigor that it threatened to bang against his gorgeous, flat stomach. Her heart beat fast and her * was soaking wet in the knowledge that she would soon be enjoying every inch of him in the shower.
Tyler gave her that look. The one she’d seen many times before. It was a look of pure intent. His powerful shoulder muscles rippled as he guided her under the torrent of cascading water. He followed so closely behind, she felt his huge prick twitching eagerly against her butt crack. Oh, dear God, wasn’t life a lottery? Just a few short hours ago she’d wallowed in a pit of despair. She didn’t care about herself, and without Tyler, she had no future. Yet suddenly, from out of nowhere, she’d been handed the winning ticket and had literally hit the jackpot.