One True Thing by Lynne Jaymes Read Free Book Online

grabs my wrist and pulls both arms over my head holding them loosely and I understand. I can look, but not touch.
    Instead, Ty’s tongue works its way down my chest again, one hand slipping between my thighs. I can feel him hesitate, but I don’t stop him, the sensation of his fingers on me sending shivers through my entire body. Slowly he dips his hand into the waistband of my pants and then slides it down until his fingers meet the lace of my panties. I’m already wet, and I’m sure he can tell as he starts to stroke me through the fabric, but I’m quickly losing all control. My body arches up to meet his fingers as they find the perfect rhythm and I grind against his hand as the wave starts deep inside of me, building and crashing until I curl against him, still trembling from the force of the orgasm.
    Ty’s smiling as I open my eyes to look at him. I should feel embarrassed, exposed from losing control in front of him, but I don’t.
    “You’re beautiful,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
    “So are you,” I say, the reality of so many months of wanting him far exceeding anything I could have imagined. I run my finger down his thigh again, but he reaches out to stop me.
    “Don’t start something that you can’t finish,” he says.
    I grin at him. “What if I want to finish it?”
    Ty groans. “You’re not making this easy.”
    I kiss him again, my tongue parting his lips and my hand caressing the bulge in his jeans. I know we should wait, that Ty’s the one making sense here, but more than anything I’d love to see his jeans on my floor and his body in my bed.
    Ty pushes against me for a few seconds before he moves out of reach. “You’re dangerous.”
    “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
    “Not bad at all.” He runs his finger over the curve of my lip. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
    I can’t help but smile at that. It feels like he actually means it. “Seriously?”
    “Seriously. From the first minute I saw you in the hallway months ago.”
    I shake my head. “I don’t believe that.”
    He shifts a little on the bed. “You were wearing black leggings and a tiny pink t-shirt and carrying a red chair up the stairs with a blond girl.”
    “That was right after we moved in,” I say, knowing that I’ve been wanting him for just as long. I tuck myself into the curve of his body, my ear to his chest, tracing the tattoo on his left arm with my finger. It’s a mask of some kind with a tribal feel. “Does this mean anything?”
    He glances down at the design. “Not really. I just liked it.”
    “It suits you.”
    “You don’t have any tattoos do you?”
    “Nope—doesn’t really work with the whole ballet thing. I only have one hole in each ear too.” I look down at my unmarked skin wondering what Madame would do if I got a huge, visible tattoo. “Do you think I should get some?”
    Ty runs a hand up the length of my spine, his fingers tracing each bump. “No. You’re absolutely perfect the way you are.” The funny thing is, in his hands, I almost feel perfect.
    I don’t say anything, just keep one hand on his chest and listen to his steady breathing. We must have both fallen asleep because the next thing I hear is Courtney coming in the front door. I listen to her move around the apartment as I watch Ty sleep. Even relaxed, the muscles on his chest stand out and his full, perfect lips make me want to kiss him all over again.
    Courtney runs the water in the bathroom, then I hear her shuffle down the hall and shut her door. The sound wakes Ty, and he twitches and stretches, trying to figure out where he is.
    “Mmm,” he sighs. “What time is it?”
    I glance at my phone. “Almost two.”
    He kisses me quickly then sits up in bed and reaches for his clothes. “I should go.”
    I turn on my side and watch him, tracing his back with my fingernail. “You don’t have to.”
    “I do,” he says, reaching for his shirt on the floor and pulling it over his head. The mood