Tied with a Bow Anthology, Vol. 2

by Morris, Raven

  Her ego cringed at that, but, really… what did she expect? Ty had always been the it guy on campus. Every girl had wanted him. And he’d had a lot of them. She’d been one in a long line; she’d known it going in and hadn’t cared.

  So what was she doing skulking around the gate like a fan girl with a rock star?

  Right. She was a professional. Who had a job to do.

  Too bad she didn’t have a certain guy to do.

  Kylie shoved that thought out of her brain, straightened her shoulders, fiddled with her dress—damn, one thought about Ty and her nipples were up and dancing as if they were at a rock concert—and took a deep breath before walking around the column.

  Right into Ty.

  Literally. Head-into-his-chest sort of into.

  His arms went around her. “Whoa. You okay?”

  His voice resonated up her spine with the touch of his hands and for a moment, Kylie let herself melt into it.

  “Miss?”

  That moment was over. She looked up.

  Damn, his eyes were even more aquamarine than she remembered, sparkling like the oceans he surfed.

  “Miss—wait.” His gaze roamed her face. “I know you.”

  Intimately.

  “Um, yes. I’m, um—”She really had to get a handle on the ums—“Kylie Drayton.” She stuck out her hand, bracing herself for the hormonal onslaught when he took it.

  “Kylie.”

  His face changed. It went from impersonal to…

  He remembered her.

  She’d never considered that he would. It’d been one night. “Um, yeah. I work for Entrepreneurial Today.”

  “Wow. Kylie.” He took her hand, and, yup, sizzle zipped all the way up her arm, through her torso, with a straight shot to her pussy before making her knees wobbly. Then he ramped up the heat factor with that look. He’d been swoon-worthy famous on campus for that look and it hadn’t lost one iota of its heat factor.

  He still had that Texas drawl he’d never lost even after moving to the west coast—and it still turned her legs to mush.

  As did those eyes. That face. And that body. Dear, God, that body…

  Man, did she have it bad. She’d better keep her mind on the job or she wasn’t going to have a job, which is what would happen if she jumped the interviewee. “The interview, remember?”

  “Oh, right. Interview.” He still didn’t let go of her hand.

  “I have a car.” She tucked some hair behind her ear with her other one. “To take you to your hotel. The magazine sent it.” And she was babbling again.

  “Okay. Which way?”

  Any way he wanted…

  Kylie plastered a smile on her face, praying he couldn’t reader her mind—though the blazing stain of red creeping up her neck was probably a dead giveaway—and fumbled with her phone to call the driver.

  “The, ah, car should be here momentarily,” she said once she hung up. At least she’d progressed from um to ah. Moving up in the alphabet. “So did you have a good flight?” Inwardly she cringed. The most banal small talk imaginable… So much for her communications degree.

  He shrugged and managed to make even that sexy. “It was a flight. Bumpy landing. Same old, same old.”

  The glass doors whooshed open and the temperature jumped a good twenty degrees. And not because of Ty. It was hotter than normal this week which was why Kylie had worn the silk dress—not because it flattered her figure. Honest.

  The Towne car pulled up and Kylie almost laughed. Ty did not belong in a Towne car. A Maserati or Lamborghini, yes. Something sleek, sexy, with tons of power and pick-up.

  Inappropriate…

  She tugged her hemline down to her knees once inside the car. Didn’t need to have Ty think she was coming on to him.

  Unless he wanted her to…

  The object of her inappropriate fantasies climbed into the back seat after the driver took his bag, and turned toward her just enough after buckling in that Kylie had to face him or it’d be rude. Not that looking at him was a hardship or anything.

  “So… Kylie Drayton. From Fresno State.”

  “I can’t believe you remember me.” It’d been one night. Granted, one she’d remember for the rest of her life, but him? This was unexpected.

  And put a whole new spin on where this interview could lead.

  “Remember you?” His eyes turned a shade greener. Or bluer. Or something. But they definitely changed. Just like they had that night… “I might have had a reputation in college, but I didn’t think it wasn’t for being a louse. Of course I remember you.”

  And, yeah, that look said he did. Every bit of her.

  Oh my. This wasn’t a turn of events she’d foreseen. Had dreamed about… sure. Had actually thought would happen? Not in a million years.

  “So how have you been?”

  From any other guy, Kylie would think he was coming on to her or leering. But not Ty. There was no arm-across-the-back-of-the-seat, or no knees “accidentally” touching. Just frank honesty and appreciation in his gaze and that bone-melting Southern drawl to keep her coming back for more.

  And she wanted more.

  “Um, good. I’ve been good. Not as good as you, though.”

  He chuckled at that and, damn, she’d actually forgotten about the dimple that winked in on his right cheek. How could she have forgotten that? She’d kissed it at least half a dozen times that night because it was so darn cute.

  “Yeah, I guess you could say I’ve done okay since college.”

  “You were doing okay in college. Every guy I knew was jealous of you and every girl wanted you.”

  “You included.”

  It wasn’t a question and it wasn’t bragging. What it was, was… soft. Sexy. Reminiscent.

  Wishful?

  No. that was her. She was wishful… that he was wishful that it’d happen again.

  Because it could. It definitely could.

  She looked away. Bill had always said she wore her heart on her sleeve and her eyes were a dead giveaway to what she was thinking. She didn’t need Ty reading anything into it. That’d just make the interview awkward.

  “Kylie?” Ty ran a finger down her arm, and oh, the sparks it ignited.

  She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning, sucked up some courage, and looked at him with a big ol’ smile on her face. “Yes, that was a nice night, wasn’t it?”

  “The best.”

  Damn, the man knew how to make a girl feel good in so many ways. That was the thing with Ty: he was such a gentleman and it was all real. He hadn’t been the player sort. Even while they’d been trying every position in the Kama Sutra that night, he’d been considerate. Had made her feel appreciated. Special. He hadn’t needed to; she’d known what she was in for. He’d had any woman he wanted, yet he’d made it good for her. He’d even spent those last few hours spooned around her before she’d gotten cold feet and slithered out of his arms.

  But no one had measured up since—and she meant that in every sense of the word.

  “Are you seeing anyone? Married?”

  She flexed her ringless left hand. A sore spot in her relationship with Bill, but now… “Um, no. Neither.” Three words, one um. Her ratio sucked.

  She knew something she’d like to suck…

  “So does our interview include dinner?”

  Was she reading something into his question because she wanted to? Or because it was really there?

  “I… uh… if you want.”

  “Oh I want.”

  No, she was not reading something that wasn’t there. It was there. He was coming on to her.

  She wouldn’t mind him coming on her. Or in her. Or both.

  The silk dress suddenly got very hot. She ought to take it off.

  She glanced at the partition shielding them from the driver. Then she looked out the tinted windows. Ty was staying at the St. Germaine. In this traffic, they’d have at least an hour.

  She nibbled her bottom lip again.

 
“Kylie, don’t do that unless you plan to back it up.”

  She looked at him. “Back it up?”

  Ty dropped his head against the seat and turned it toward her, his eyes definitely green now. “Why’d you leave that night? I woke up and you were gone.”

  To avoid conversations like this.

  Kylie sucked up a breath and pulled her metaphorical big-girl panties on. She’d hoped she’d never have to answer this question, but now that he’d asked, she had to tell him the truth. “Because I didn’t want it to be awkward the next morning.”

  “Why would it have been awkward?”

  “Well, because, you know…” Because she’d been just another nameless body to him, and while she’d been okay with it that night, she really hadn’t wanted to face the reality of the situation the next morning. She’d wanted to keep her birthday present to herself as one of her best memories. Reality would have spoiled it.

  “No, I don’t know and can you please tell me? I’ve been wondering about it ever since. I’ve been wondering about you ever since.”

  “You… have?” He’d been thinking about her all these years?

  “Look, like I said, I know I had a rep in school, but it wasn’t for being a dick. I wouldn’t have taken you to my place that night if I hadn’t wanted to get to know you.”

  And that he had.

  “But… but it was just sex.”

  The brilliant green faded a little from his eyes. “Really? That’s what you thought?”

  “Well, you weren’t exactly known for long-term relationships.”

  “So you just used me for sex?”

  Now why did he sound insulted? “I thought that was all you wanted.”

  This time, he didn’t just run a finger down her arm; he ran all five of them. And they left fifty times the heat behind. “No, Kylie. I didn’t. I’d wanted to get to know you. You’d been teasing me all semester, always looking away when I’d catch you staring. Always running out right after class. Spending your weekends holed up in the radio station working double shifts. I must have called in dozens of times hoping you’d answer the phone, but you never did.”

  That was because she’d memorized his number and whenever it’d shown up on the console, she’d made Jackie answer it. Jackie still teased her about it to this day, how love-struck she’d been around Ty.

  She ran her tongue over her lips—unconsciously of course, but the way his gaze shot to her lips was exactly what she could have hoped for if she’d done it on purpose. “I… I don’t understand, Ty.”

  She did, however, understand the look that flared in his eyes. It was the same one she’d seen there eight years ago.

  “Maybe you’ll understand this.”

  And just like that, he kissed her.

  Chapter Two

  Somehow Ty managed to undo his seatbelt, slide close enough to wrap those big strong arms around her, and kiss her senseless.

  Because, yes, this was senseless. She couldn’t be making out with the guy she was supposed to interview for her job, the one that paid her rent and her health insurance and her car and her groceries and her…

  …credit card bill for the really sexy bra and thong she’d bought for this interview just to make herself feel good because, of course, there’d been no way Ty was going to see it.

  Except when his hand slid down to her thigh and edged the hem of her dress up, she rather thought he might get to at least feel it.

  She was feeling so much it was crazy. Insane.

  “This is crazy,” she muttered when his lips left hers to nip along her jaw.

  And then he found the hollow beneath her ear and the entire world went nuts.

  All of a sudden, they were back to that night, twenty-two years old and full of lust and hormones and the need to get inside each other’s pants and bodies.

  Her silk dress fluttered to the floor of the car with a whisper.

  “God, Kylie, you’re as beautiful as I remember.”

  That sixty-eight-fifty she’d spent on this lingerie had soooo been worth it.

  “Really? You remember?” She hadn’t expected this. Not at all.

  “Remembered, replayed, dreamed about, fantasized…” He was drawing her bra straps off her shoulders inch by delicious inch. “You’re okay with this, right?”

  There he was, that perfect gentleman again. All Southern goodness and charm.

  “Are you, Ty?” Her words came out in a whisper, desire stealing her voice.

  He pulled his shirt up over his head from the back and it joined her dress on the floor. “Hell yeah, Ky, I am. I’ve wanted you for the last eight years.”

  If she weren’t already sitting, those words would have landed her on her ass. “You have?”

  “Yeah, I have. I hadn’t been ready to let you go, but you didn’t return any of my calls.”

  Because she’d been too embarrassed. Too scared of getting the “Let’s be friends” brush-off. She’d wanted to keep her memories of the night intact and let it be the perfect moment.

  This one was already surpassing it as his fingers feathered along the edge of her thong.

  “Please let me make love to you one more time, Kylie. Last time wasn’t enough.”

  “Yes.” She didn’t even have to think about it; the sudden dampness between her legs made the decision for her. Sometimes a girl just had to do what a girl had to do.

  And she wanted to do him. Talk about the perfect birthday present. Again.

  He pulled her legs into his lap, tucking them between his, her calf pressed right up against his cock—his very hard, very aroused cock—and her pussy throbbed knowing he was that turned on.

  “You’re sure, Ky?” he muttered against her throat, shivers following his hot breath.

  She didn’t care what he said to her as long as he kept that delicious sensation going. If he ever ran out of things to say, she’d have him read the newspaper, a shopping list, phone book, anything, because he got her primed with his voice alone.

  But his lips, ah God, his lips. They were tugging on her earlobe, eliciting the same response in her pussy. Then he cupped her breast and stroked her nipple with his thumb, the sensations shooting straight to her clit.

  “I can’t wait to get these scraps of lace off you.” He’d always been a talker.

  “I can’t wait to let you.”

  And then it was pointless to wait. He tugged the cups down, which pushed her breasts up, and he latched onto her nipple with a tug that resonated throughout her body.

  She threaded her fingers through is hair, squeezing her thighs together at the exquisite pleasure that came with wanting—and having—Ty. “God, yes, Ty, that feels so good.”

  “Tastes even better.” He dragged his lips—hot and wet—across to her other breast, his tongue swirling her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. “I’ve never forgotten how responsive you were.” He flicked her nipple with just the tip of his tongue then caught it with his teeth. “How you liked this.”

  How could the man talk with her nipple in his mouth? Kylie was still trying to puzzle that out when his hand slid between her thighs.

  Then she stopped thinking altogether.

  “God, you’re so wet already for me.”

  She’d been wet for him since she’d first seen him.

  “Open your legs, Kylie. I want to taste you.”

  Her legs opened by themselves as she fell back against the seat and Ty shifted so he was kneeling between them.

  “Look at me, Ky.”

  His husky voice drew her like a hypnotist’s command and she looked down past her pushed-up breasts, that scrap of red between them, down to where her stomach fluttered with her ratcheted-up breathing, to the bright red thong against her golden skin, to his gorgeous sea-green eyes and that gorgeous mane of blond hair that tickled her skin when he moved in and put his mouth on her.

  Oh, God, the feel of his tongue when he hooked his finger into her thong and pulled it aside. He licked her lips, slicking inside to
run along her clit.

  “Oh, Ty, that feels so good.” She arched her back and had to close her eyes as the sensations rose up inside of her.

  But then Ty stopped.

  “What?” Why did you—”

  “Watch me, Kylie. I want to see your watch me. I want to see your eyes when you come. I want to watch you watching me eat your pussy. I want you to know who’s doing this to you.”

  “As if I don’t.”

  “You left me once when I did this; I’m not risking it again.” He nuzzled her mound. “Promise me you’ll keep your eyes open.”

  “I promise.” Hell, she’d promise him her firstborn if he’d just put his tongue on her again.

  Her firstborn—

  That thought slipped away when his tongue found her clit again and the finger that had moved her thong aside now opened her for him. He used his other hand to spread her even wider.

  She moaned as his hot breath feathered over her.

  “That’s it, Ky. My God, you’re beautiful.”

  His eyes turned a darker green now as he looked at her so intently that a faint sheen of perspiration broke out along his forehead.

  He wanted her. Badly. And there was such a thrill in that knowledge. That she could do this to him. To Ty Nicholson. The man of way too many of her fantasies. And now he was making at least one of them come true.

  He ran his tongue up from where her bottom met the seat, up along her pussy lips, and circled on her clit again, making it swell, channeling every bit of feeling she had in her to that bundle of nerves. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, he lapped it with the flat part, fluttered the entire length with his entire length, and Kylie had to work very hard to keep her eyes open and watch him because all she wanted to do was let the feelings take her away.

  “Touch yourself, Kylie,” he whispered when he stopped licking her. “Play with your nipples. You have the most amazing nipples.”

  She’d always thought they were too big. Too sensitive because of their size, which could become overwhelming if her lover played with them too long or too roughly. That, sadly, hadn’t been an issue with Bill; he’d barely known what nipples were for after five seconds.