Worth The Fight

Chapter 23

Heat works from my neck to my cheeks, but I won't let it stop me. Straightening up my spine, I realize I'm only wearing my heels as Tyer stands all dressed up and handsome in front of me. We need to rectify that.

"Tell me." Tyler squeezes my waist. "What do you want?"

"I think you're a little overdressed, aren't you?" I whisper and he lets out a wicked grin, toeing off his shoes and getting rid of his socks.

My hands find the buttons of his shirt, and I slowly unbutton them one by one. I can feel the weight of his gaze, hot and curious on me, and the way his breath catches when I pull his shirt off his shoulders.

I've seen him shirtless before at his gym, but his body still amazes me. It consists of nothing but slabs of honed muscles. As if it was designed to take a hard impact and not cave.

Tracing my fingertips over his abs, I see a small tattoo elegantly scripted on the side of his ribs. Live like a warrior, it says, making me wonder what kind of life he has lived.

With trembling fingers, I push down the waist of his waistband and he gets rid of his pants. He's wearing a pair of black boxers that can barely hold his cock inside and I can't help but admire how handsome he is.

His washboard abdomen has that super sexy V of muscles on his pelvis, adding even more to his appeal. A trail of golden brown hair starts a few inches below his navel, leading me to his impressive erection.

My heartbeat increases at how hard he is, but I'm too far gone to stop now. Bringing my eyes to him, I feel my nipples harden with the desire to be touched by him. His body is patiently waiting for me to explore, but his gaze tells me a different story. He's looking at me as if he's ready to devour me.

And damn, it makes me bolder.

I want to please him.

To make him feel as hopeless as I feel when he has his hands on my body.

Pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his shoulder, I hum when he lets out a soft groan. My hands find his hard chest and slowly slide down to the hem of his boxers, pushing it down.

His cock slides out and my breath catches. He's painfully hard, glistening with pre-cum and anticipation.

Sucking in a deep breath, Tyler presses one of his hands to my lower back as if deciding if he'll take over or if he'll let me keep exploring his body.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he murmurs, the sound both pained and erotic.

"Hmm... Am I now?" I feel a smile playing on my lips as I squeeze him gently before sliding my fists up his length from root to tip.

"Fuck." He uses his other hand to grip the back of my head, curling his fingers through my hair as he pulls me into a kiss.

"I want..." I murmur over his lips, my mouth brushing soft kisses from his jaw to his shoulders as my hand keeps playing with his erection.

"Tell me," he coaxes hoarsely, and a shiver of arousal moves through me.

"This." I fall to my knees, my hand holding the base of his erection and my eyes boldly holding his gaze.

"Holy fuck..." He lets out a quick breath, the muscles of his torso going still and tight as he watches me.

Unable to take my eyes from his, my hand glides over his length, loving when his cheeks flush. His broad chest lifts and falls with each heavy breath, and it ignites something deep inside me.

His throat is working on a hard swallow as his gaze burns hot into mine. Damn, those brown eyes will be the death of me. He's looking at me like he treasures me and this moment. And I can't help but fall under his spell.