Tyler's POV
My body igniting with long-suppressed fire.
I spun us, pinning her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I lifted her, feeling her heat press against me. God, the way she rocked against me—twice, deliberate—drew a guttural sound from my throat. It felt surreal, a dream I'd replayed a thousand times.
I carried her to the sofa, dropping us down. She straddled me, grinding hard, yanking off my shirt. Her hips rolled in teasing circles, and I shoved her dress up, fingers digging into her thighs.
When I finally peeled away the last of her clothing, my brain short-circuited.
Boom.
Her body was perfection — smooth porcelain skin glowing under the light, curves that dipped and swelled in all the right places. I'd fantasized about this for so long, but reality was
