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“I don’t bring women home.”
By the look in her hooded eyes, she doesn’t believe me. Give her time and she will. I’m not an innocent schoolboy, but my house is sacred to me. I don’t like bringing women home, don’t like them invading my personal space. Not after my last relationship. All I want is peace when I walk through my front door. I didn’t plan on bringing Olivia here, but somehow drove in this direction. And with her on perfect display on my kitchen island, I don’t regret the decision.
“Lie back,” I command.
“What? Why?” Olivia’s eyes dart around uneasily. Instead of giving her an answer, I push her back against the smooth granite, drop to my knees, and feast on the sight of her silk-covered core.
Her protests die as I begin trailing my fingers against the silk, wet with arousal. I slip my finger beneath the thin elastic and, without hesitation, slide a finger inside her tight heat. She gasps, and her legs shake against the edge of the island. Lifting her lovely legs, I place them on my shoulders as I lean forward and run my tongue up the silk of her panties.
“Tyler... no... we... shouldn’t...” She stops speaking when I shift her panties aside and encircle her clit with my lips while I flick my tongue over her swollen bud. She’s a quivering mass.
“You taste so good,” I say before swiping my tongue over her slick folds and feasting on her bud again.
“Tyler!” Olivia calls out my name over and over again as I suck and lick her into complete submission.
As her body convulses, nearing the release I desperately want to give her, I slip a second finger inside and begin pumping. Suddenly she screams and writhes on the counter before me, shudders running through her as I draw out the pleasure for as long as she can handle it. Only when she goes completely limp beneath my touch do I pull my fingers from her and move up to kiss her belly. It’s still shaking.
I make my way upward, then kiss the skin between her breasts as her chest heaves. I need to taste her nipples — oh, how I need this. So I unhook the front clasp of her lacy bra and peel it away.
I run my tongue over one peaked nipple and then the other until she cries out again. I pull her to a sitting position and press in closely, loving the way she fits in my arms. It causes me more agony, but I press my arousal against her soaked panties, letting her feel what her pleasure’s doing to me.
Cupping one breast, I squeeze as I run my lips along her neck, swirling my tongue against her flesh before gently nipping. She jerks against me and moans while she grasps my hair. When I move up and capture her lips again, I smile. Damn, I’m falling hard for this woman — so hard. Will I ever be able to climb out from under her spell? I don’t think I want to.
“I want you in my bed,” I say. I lift her off the kitchen island and swiftly walk through my house to the large master bedroom. After putting her down on top of the covers, I immediately pull her against me, damning the trousers I haven’t removed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I want you,” I tell her. I’m not afraid to hide what I feel right here and now. She stiffens in my arms, and I see her eyes grow wide.
“Oh, I have to... um... use... I have to... go to the bathroom,” she tells me. I moan in frustration as she wriggles out of my grasp and runs away. It’s okay. When she comes back, I’ll be more than ready for her.
With speed born out of desperation to sink inside of her, I strip away my clothes and lie on the bed, waiting. And wanting. When she returns, I’m not going to let her leave my bed again, not for at least twelve hours.
ChapterFourteen
Olivia
He’s probably wondering what I’m doing in his bathroom. I’ve been hiding out for way too long, but it’s taking me forever to stiffen my resolve. I scrunch my eyes in the mirror and give myself a stern look. “You knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but if it teaches him even the smallest of lessons, you accomplished what you set out to do. Just do it!”
My pep talk isn’t motivating me, unfortunately, so I wash my face with cool water and try again. I’m still overheated, still desperate for satisfaction despite all he gave me in the kitchen. All that heat on the cool granite. I want more.
Maybe thisprojectof mine is going to end up punishing me far more than it does him. Too bad. No pain, no gain.
I finally step from the bathroom and lean in the doorway, my shirt still unbuttoned but concealing a little more now, open just enough to show Tyler the curves of my breasts but not my still-hard nipples. My panties are back in place, but I can’t hide the flush on my cheeks, and as I look at Tyler lying in bed — buck-naked — I’m heating up all over again.
“Come back to my bed,” he says, reaching for me.
I look down, then meet his eyes and smile. “Do you want me, Tyler?” I ask, moving a little closer.
“You know I do, baby,” he says with a giant smile, while showing me just how much he wants me. He’s standing tall. And thick.
“Good. Are you hurting?” I give him my most seductive smile.
“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m hurting,” he says. His tongue comes out and wets his lips.
“Good. Then you’re exactly where I want you to be.”
He freezes, his smile slowly fading at the sudden change in my tone. My friskiness has vanished, and in its place is pure loathing, loathing directed at him.
Tyler’s jaw drops. “What in the... hell is going on?”
