Unrequited
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The walls of the room seemed to close in on them. Ty swore under his breath and his other hand came up to tangle in her hair. Feeling weak and yet powerful at the same time, Trista slid the zipper down its track.
He was harder than she’d ever seen him.
He waited for an excruciating moment as she simply stared. “You don’t have to,” he finally said.
She pushed his hands away. After the scare she’d had, her arousal seemed even more acute. “Don’t you dare,” she whispered.
Somewhere in her subconscious, she heard the air conditioning kick on. Cool air blew at her legs, but she’d never felt so hot in her life. She wanted this.
She wanted him to know.
Impatiently, she caught his jeans and tugged them down. Once she got them past his hips, he moved clumsily to sit on the bed. She followed him and dropped into a crouch to pull the denim off his legs. When she glanced up, she found his cock hard and erect. Without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed his broad tip.
“God! Trista!”
His fingers bit into her shoulders—whether to hold her down or pull her up, she couldn’t tell. She knew what she wanted. She fisted one hand around his big rod and determinedly gave him a pump. His hips jerked, and the sensitivity in her body came roaring back to life.
Before things could spin out of control, she stood up again. He looked at her, his eyes untamed. “Don’t tease,” he warned. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Neither am I,” she swore. Arousal gushed through her. She had so much she needed to say to him. So much she needed to show him. She reached for the bottom of her purple tank top, and he went still.
He made a choking sound when she pulled the constricting material off and threw it aside. “You came to the construction site braless?”
“I was in a hurry.” Her nipples felt raw and hard. “Besides, it’s got a shelf bra.”
She toed off her shoes, and her hands went to her shorts. He reached for her convulsively, but she stepped away from the bed. He’d let her take charge so far. She practically begged him with her eyes to let her continue. “You’ve got a bad ankle. Lie down. Please.”
A muscle in his jaw constricted. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
“Please?”
“Frickin’ insane,” he groaned as he awkwardly situated himself onto the mattress.
Naked, Trista climbed onto the bed with him. She was nervous, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She wanted to soothe him, to make him forget how hesitant she’d been with her feelings before. Uncertainly, she scooted up higher on the bed so her knees were near his shoulders.
His hands fisted into the bedspread. “God damn.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as she leaned down over him. Full of curiosity, she slid her hands down to his balls. They were already pulled up tight. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. Looking at him like this, she realized why she always felt so full when he pushed inside her. He was thick, and he was long.
She felt a pang deep in her pussy, and she let out a low murmur.
She flinched when his hand suddenly cupped the back of her neck. His fingers were tight, but he didn’t pressure her. He didn’t have to.
“I want to,” she whispered.
She lowered her mouth and, tentatively, licked the bulbous head. He was hard, yet his skin was soft. She liked the way he felt against her tongue. Opening her mouth wider, she took more of him inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned underneath her.
Trista shivered with arousal. Letting her throat relax, she took all of him that she could. He was more than a mouthful, all thick and hot. He shifted uncontrollably and she almost panicked when he went down her throat. Once she realized how it felt, though, she let it happen.
Ty’s low curses filled the air as her head bobbed up and down. Her hair brushed against his hips, and the room heated until the air conditioning couldn’t keep up. Somewhere outside, a lawn-mower flared up. Knowing what they were doing in secret while a neighbor worked around them made Trista all the hotter. Planting her hands on both sides of his hips, she went down on him more aggressively.
His heels dug into the mattress, and he suddenly swore. “Damn ankle. That’s it,” he growled. “Get over here.”
Her head snapped up in surprise when she felt his hands work under her and catch her by the hipbones. “Oh!” she gasped when he lifted her.
His strength was exciting—especially when he lowered her so her knees were settled on either side of his ears.
“Ty!” she gasped in shock.
She craned her neck around. Helpless to her own desire, she watched as he pulled her down for a taste. Even knowing it was coming, her head still flung back when he gave her that first intimate kiss.
“Ahhh!” she cried.
His tongue was strong and persistent. It began to investigate all her tight niches and swollen ridges. Trista began to quake, but then she felt his hand slide up her spine. He caught her by the nape of the neck again and urged her down.
She groaned as his cock reared up in her face. The intimacy was irresistible. She began to pleasure him as he was pleasuring her.
Soon it became a test of endurance. Bodies rocked, but Ty kept his arms wrapped around her waist in a tight bear hug. Trista’s concentration was split as enjoyment surrounded her. She sucked and licked as she felt Ty do the same. She knew he could taste her. She’d gotten wet when she’d first crawled onto the bed with him. Her bed. When his lips moved lower, though, her body arched like a rainbow.
He’d found her clit.
Ecstasy came on hard. Their bodies began to buck and sway as they worked each other into oblivion. For once, she got to him first. She felt him swell impossibly, and she ran a finger down the vein that ran the length of his cock. He slammed upward. She sucked him hard and trembled in satisfaction when he began to come.
Beneath her, his tongue pressed solidly against her clit. Devil that he was, he wouldn’t relent until her taut body finally sprang loose. Trista let out a cry and ground herself against his mouth as she came and came.
Breathlessly, they rolled onto their sides. Overcome with emotion, Trista had to blink back the wetness that threatened to fall from her eyes. When Ty caught her and coaxed her around, she cuddled against him. She lay with her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. He was still breathing hard. She could feel his heart racing.
Timidly, she glanced up. She was surprised by the fierce look on his face. He looked like a man driven to the edge.
His arm suddenly tightened around her. “Why?”
“Why?” she repeated, lifting her head.
His gaze was hot and intent. “Why all the worry?” he asked gruffly. “Why the tears? Why this bed?”
The hopeful, but uncertain look on his face made Trista’s breath catch. Suddenly, she knew what he was asking…
“Because I love you, you big roughneck.”
He flinched, almost as if he’d been bracing himself for another answer. She couldn’t blame him. Just this morning, she hadn’t been able to tell him what he’d needed to hear.
She peppered kisses across his chest. “I’ve been so stupid,” she confessed. “So scared and selfish.”
Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down into his face. Emotion swelled up inside her again. She hadn’t been protecting herself by shutting down her feelings. All she’d done was cheat them both.
“I love you back, Ty.”
He let out a shuddering breath.
She smiled. “I love you back!”
About the Author
Kimberly Dean first began writing erotic romance in 2001. Since then, she’s gone on to publish many steamy stories about love, desire, and devotion. When not writing, she enjoys reading, movies, sports, and music. She never knows what will spark an idea for her next work! To learn more, visit www.kimberlydean.com or email Kimberly@kimberlydean.com.
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Copyright
This book is a collection of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
IF THIS BED COULD TALK. “Unrequited” copyright © 2006 by Kimberly Dean. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.
Mobipocket Reader May 2006 ISBN 0-06-128377-0
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Maverick, Liz.
If this bed could talk / Liz Maverick, Kimberly Dean, and Lynn LaFleur.—1st ed.
p. cm.
Contents: Agent provocateur / Liz Maverick—Unrequited / Kimberly Dean—Victim of deception / Lynn LaFleur.
ISBN-13: 978-0-06-088536-6
ISBN-10: 0-06-088536-X
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