He leaped off the stage and crossed the empty dance floor, stalking her like some kind of jungle animal. His khaki pants hung low, his white tank top was damp and stretched at the bottom, like he’d been wiping his face with it all night. Beneath his beat-up fedora, his eyes burned holes through her dress until she stood there naked for him. Mindless to anything but him.Ten years of missing him and wanting him and trying to cool the fire that raged in her with lesser men exploded inside of her.Here. Now. On the damn dance floor in front of everyone—it didn’t matter. She needed Tyler’s touch. She needed him, hard and high inside of her, touching places no one else ever seemed to find.Finally, he was there, the smell of sweat and beer and sex rolling off of him. In his eyes there wasn’t even a question. There was only happiness and delicious, delicious lust.He grabbed her hand, his fingers twining with hers and the ache between her legs was so painful, so expectant, she wanted to scream.There was nothing to say.
What do You think about Tyler O’Neill’s Redemption?
