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“What information would I be fucking you for?” Ty asked, his tone neutral.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t understand why I can’t…” I licked my lips and shifted, wishing my body could stop aching with want for two seconds.
“Why you can’t, what? Stop?” Ty guessed, and I looked away. His touch ghosted up my neck and then turned my face back to his. “Lia, what can’t you stop?”
“I can’t stop wanting you,” I said, and a smirk spread over his face. “Ever since I saw you in the club, I wanted to know who you were, Ty.”
“Careful what you wish for,” Ty said, and this time I laughed. He let go of my chin to brush back my hair and continued, “I’ve wanted the same. And if you’ll let me, I’ll answer all your questions.” His fingers drifted over the shell of my ear. “Clear up your confusion.” Now his thumb ghosted over my lips. “I want to kiss you, Lia. But I want a hell of a lot more. And yesterday, you said—”
“I know,” I interrupted, and Ty’s eyebrows descended. “But…” This time I stepped closer, and something shifted in Ty’s face. There was something I couldn’t name in his gaze as he looked at me but it felt profound and core-shaking in a way that a kiss never could.
Ty suddenly kissed me, soft and light. Then he pulled pack to ask in a rough, low voice that did something to my brain, “Did you change your mind?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lia
Ididn’t answer, only looked at him.
But then we both moved, and it was impossible to say who kissed who.
Suddenly, Ty grasped my waist, lifting me in the air and setting me on the counter. He tipped back my head to kiss me more deeply, and I twined my arms around his neck while wrapping my legs around his waist.
This time, Ty seemed a little less calculating, his kisses rougher and his hands more desperate, his hard erection bumping into me as his hips jerked forward. We kissed and kissed until we had to break apart, gasping for air.
“Come on,” he said in a gruff tone and pulled me down off the counter. “Tempting as it is to take you here, I want you in my bed the first time.”
“You and me—here?” was all I could squeak.
Ty gave me a wicked grin. “Another time, I will lay you out on the table and make you sob as I lick your pussy for hours and hours, maybe hold off your orgasm for good measure too until you beg for me to give you sweet release.”
“I don’t think you’d last that long,” I said brashly. “Sir.”
Ty stopped, his entire body going rigid, and then he slowly turned. I almost took a step back at the way his gaze devoured me. But before I could even take another breath, he said something in harsh Italian and pushed me up against the wall. His hand palmed my breast while his other hand gripped my throat, looking down at me with such naked want, I arched my hips forward.
“Fuck,” he breathed, noting the movement and he stared at me. “Fuck, Lia, I want to prove you wrong — and I want you to be right.”
Then he kissed me again, a kiss both punishing and perfect.
I tried to hook my leg up and around his waist, which caused Ty to groan. Then he gently disentangled us, grabbed my arm andtowed me along. We made it to the stairs when Ty turned, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I gasped and laughed, a squeal escaping me as he took the stairs two at a time and went to the left down the hallway, away from the guest room. We made it to a room with a keypad next to the door. Ty punched in numbers, swearing to himself and then burst into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.
He was already grabbing at his tie and loosening it as I backed up, shucking off my sweater. Ty pulled free his tie and slid it through his hands, eyeing me.
“Do I need to tie you up?”
“No-no,” I stammered, off-kilter again. “I don’t think so.”
Ty threw his tie aside. “I should, but fine. Another time.” His hands skimmed up my arms. “I need to help you with all that passion locked up inside.” He bent down and pressed a kiss at my collarbone, then lightly bit it, causing me to gasp. “I want to help you with that. I want you to fall apart and come back together, stronger every time.”
“How do I know you don’t just want to break me?” I asked.
“You don’t,” Ty said with a chuckle. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” He twisted me around, and his hands skimmed to the hemline of my dress. “That’s what you want, the unexpected element — danger and dominance.” He began to shimmy mydress up, and then he teased his fingers around my pussy, playing with my panties. I let out a gasp when he pulled them tight against me. “Pain.”
“Ty, I…” I couldn’t form words. I was too hot, and there was something clawing to get free that I couldn’t articulate but that he seemed to understand implicitly.
Was that why we’d been so attracted to each other at first?
