Ty didn’t do the best job suppressing the laugh that jerked free of his throat as the blonde’s head made accidental contact with the doorframe. It wasn’t the fact that she hit her head that was funny, but the look on her face as her eyes crossed slightly upon impact.
Tyler wasn’t going to let a little concussion keep all the passion at bay.
“Warned huh,” he questioned, still not putting Star down. He shook his head back and forth, his dark locks falling away from his face and behind his shoulders. As time went on, his hair was starting to get rather long. “I think I just may like the sound of that.”
He took her further into the house, until he was able to drop her backwards, so that she landed with a few bounces on the mattress. With the separation came the ability to reach his hand down, slip it under the front of her shirt, and rub playfully on her stomache.
“My baby’s hungry?” His tone was extremely suggestive. “Poor girl. Don’t worry, I’ll feed you till you’re nice and full.” His eyebrows went up and his mouth twisted to the side.