Mine to Hold by Shayla Black Page B

gaze, held it as he thumbed her nipple again. “Take it off, Del. Show me your breasts.”
    Her breath caught. She licked dry lips, sending another spark of desire through Tyler. Then she crossed her arms at her waist, grabbed the hem of the tank, and whipped it over her head.
    Tyler blinked, stared. Del was . . . utopia. She’d been a contemporary dancer for years, and it showed in the firm lines of her delicate shoulders and arms. Her stomach was flat, the long, lean line of her abdominals visible under flawless skin. Her low-rise shorts clung to slender hips. But her gorgeous breasts had him stuttering. All natural, a perfect mouthful, they were beyond arousing. He wondered how he’d ever look at her again and not see her this way, tentative but flushed, her breathing almost as hard as her nipples, so pretty through the white lace.
    Tyler swallowed. “The bra, Del. Off. Now.”
    Aw, hell. He couldn’t even form complete sentences. But she understood exactly what he meant. Holding his gaze, she reached behind her back and released the hooks. A second later, the underwire contraption with the wispy lace slithered to the floor.
    Fuck. Me
. He almost swallowed his tongue. The palest skin of her body surrounded the most succulent pinkish brown nipples he’d ever seen. Wide, hard, drawn up so tightly, as if begging for a warm mouth to cradle them. Tyler was more than happy to oblige.
    “Pretty, isn’t she?” Eric said proudly.
    The stuff of wet dreams
. “Yeah.”
    “Come here, babe.” Eric crooked a finger at her. “I want to touch you.”
    She complied, and Tyler had to bite back a protest. But Del wasn’t his, so he stood silently and watched as his buddy placed a soft kiss on her lips, then ran his knuckles across one of her nipples. “Don’t forget to look at me. I want to see your eyes. I want you to think of me.”
    Hell no
. That was Tyler’s first instinct. He kept the words in. He was doing a favor for a buddy, not greedily fucking the guy’s wife for his own pleasure. His head—both of them actually—needed to get on board with the plan.
    Del gave Eric a tremulous smile full of devotion. Tyler wanted one of those with an ache that didn’t make sense. He’d never have it from her. The thought was a stab in the chest.
    But he’d have her body tonight, and he planned to devour every inch he could.
    Tyler grabbed Del’s arm and pulled, yanking her into his embrace. With an insistent grip, he clutched her nape, pulled her flush against him, and devoured her mouth again. Those sweet berry lips, her shy tongue stroking and retreating, her little catches of breath as he grabbed her firm little ass and hoisted her against him, notching her pussy right against his cock.
    “Fuck, that’s hot,” Eric murmured.
    He liked what he saw? There was
way
more coming. Tyler vowed that he wasn’t letting go of Del until she was completely sated. If he had his way, she’d stay under him until she was wrung out, sore, and smiling from ear to ear.
    He tore at the fastenings of her shorts, undoing them and shoving down the denim, along with her little lace thong, in one swipe of his big hands. Once they reached her knees, he stomped them down with his foot, his mouth fastened to hers hungrily as he savored her taste.
    Del didn’t hesitate or back away. She clutched his shoulders, rubbing herself against his body. The second her shorts hit the ground, she shoved his T-shirt up his torso and over his head.
    “Tyler . . .” She skimmed her palms over his chest, dragging her fingertips across his sensitive nipples. “Are you sure? I mean, if you don’t want . . .”
    Her?
At this point, only an army could drag him away from Del. Maybe. If they were really insistent.
    “I’m good. Are
you
sure?” he croaked out.
    Nodding, she explored his skin again so lightly that goose bumps rose all over his chest. He sucked in a deep breath at the feel of Del’s hands on him. God, that was spec-fucking-tacular.