Page 63 of The Penalty

“She is.” He meets my eyes. “But she’s not the person for me if that’s what you’re getting at.”

I look away, embarrassed that I said anything to begin with. “I’m not getting at anything.”

“You sure?” He drops my foot and grabs my hand, pulling me toward him. He isn’t satisfied until I’m straddling his lap. “You know, I think you’re nice and pretty, too.” His hands run up my back. “I think you’re smart and funny.” He kisses my neck. “You care about everyone, and you want everyone to be happy.” He nips at my ear. “And you wanna know something else? I don’t think I’ve looked at another woman since that first day you walked into my office.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Really. I can’t stop thinking about you, baby.”

I rock my hips and feel his erection press into me. He groans.

He searches my eyes. “If I kiss you now, I’m not going to stop. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I can’t. I want this too much.” I moan and give another rock of my hips.

“Everything about our lives is going to get complicated.”

“I know.” Another rock. This time I close my eyes as the sensation hits my clit. “But everything is already complicated.”

“McKenzie.”

“Kiss me, Tyler.”

His lips are on me in an instant. He pulls me closer to his body as he deepens our kiss. It’s messy and frantic and not anything like the slow kisses we’ve been sharing in my bed late at night.

He grabs my shirt and pulls it off, leaving me in my red, lacy, very sheer bra.

“Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?” His mouth lands on my breast, sucking my nipple through the fabric.

“Wait till you see the bottoms.”

He groans. “Stand up.”

I climb off his lap to stand in front of him.

“Take them off.” He nods to my pants.

Feeling a thrill from his demand, I hook my thumbs in the waistband, slowly lowering them down. His eyes watch my movements and take in every inch of skin that’s uncovered. When I finally step out of my pants, I’m left in the tiny red G-string that matches my bra. I turn around so he can see everything the underwear doesn’t cover. I startle when I suddenly feel him come up behind me and grab my ass cheeks.

“You’re gonna make me come in my pants,” he says, his voice strained.

“I’d rather you come in my pussy,” I tell him, unsure what made me speak so boldly. Maybe knowing that I have this effect on him.

He spins me quickly and hoists me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him as he carries us out of the living room.

I thought we’d be heading to his bedroom, but he stops in the kitchen and sets me down on the island in the center of the room.

“God, I love these, but I’m dying to see you.” He tugs my panties down my legs. “Put your feet up on the counter and spread your legs for me, baby.”

I lean back slightly and do what he says. His eyes take me in, pupils dilating. “Look how wet you are for me already.”

“Touch me, Tyler.” I’m dying for him to touch me. He smirks, knowing just how much this is torturing me.

“I’m going to be touching you all night.”

He leans down and licks right up my center. I gasp. His tongue swirls around my clit, and I arch into him. He slides a finger inside me while his tongue dances in slow circles on my clit.

I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends. He moans into me.