by John Corwin
"Why me?" I said, my voice a whisper. "Why me?"
"Because you are you." And then, he kissed me.
Chapter 22
If the touch of his hand caused me to tingle, his lips made me vibrate to my very center. Heat rushed deep into my stomach, and an electric shock of pleasure prickled every pore on my skin. His body pressed against mine. I moaned. Pressed my hands to his chest, and pushed him against the railing.
A deep growl rumbled in his chest. But it didn't frighten me. It only emboldened me. His tongue pressed against mine. His hand dropped to the small of my back and pressed me to him. I felt his arousal. I didn't need Isabel's crotch test to tell me that Tyler Rock was well built in all dimensions.
Oh dear.
A stiff wind picked up, blowing my hair about. But I didn't feel the cold. His body seemed to heat me all the way through. My desire did the rest. Tyler backed off all of a sudden, panting, giving me a look of such longing I felt the temperature in my stomach rise another notch.
"You've enchanted me, Miss Glass."
I touched his lips. Ran my hand through his thick hair. Stood on tiptoe and kissed him, savoring the electric shock where our lips touched. "Please, call me Emily." I kissed him again.
He ran a hand down the back of my leg, stopping at the back of my knee and lifting it off the ground as his lips trailed kissed up and down my neck. "Yes, Emily."
I shivered hearing his voice say my name. "What have you done to me, Tyler?" I looked up at him. "You've drugged me, haven't you?"
He chuckled softly. "And you've bewitched me."
I smiled. "What a funny word." The wind picked up and I shivered, despite the heat in my body and his.
"Let me walk you downstairs." He guided me around the pool and into the lobby.
"Are you taking me home?" I said, disappointment rising.
He stopped at the lift and regarded me with a serious look. His fingers trailed up my arm to my neck, and back down again. "I want you Emily. But I want you to be ready."
My thighs clenched tighter together at the feel of his fingers. "I'm ready."
"Are you?"
I nodded almost frantically as my body hummed with desire. With need. Damn everything else, it was time for me to take what I wanted. "Yes." I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "Are you ready for me?"
He gave me a heavy-lidded gaze, his breathing low and urgent. "Oh, yes."
"Your place?"
"Pack an overnight bag."
I felt my eyes go wide. What would Isabel think? Forget that, what would Jack think?
"They'll understand," he said, as if he'd read my mind. "But I can wait if you're worried. We can do this another time. I've endured the torture this long. I can bear it longer."
"Are you truly tortured thinking about being with me?"
"It's not being with you that tortures me, Emily." The lift doors slid open. He pushed me inside and pressed the button before pinning me against the wall and kissing me so hard, I thought I might pass out. He drew away, leaned his forehead against mine. "Imagining your eyes, your lips, the sound of your lovely voice against my ears, and wishing I could hold you against me and kiss you," he said, "is pain beyond imagining when I open my eyes and find you absent. I have wanted you from the first day our hands touched, Emily. From the first time I felt the reaction your mere touch caused in me."
"You felt it too?" I looked up at him, my eyes settling on his lips, my hands pressed against the taut muscles in his chest. My legs pressed together against the tortuous heat.
His eyes flared. "You felt it?"
I nodded. Smiled. "Oh, yes."
His lips pressed to mine. The lift dinged and he pulled away. "We don't have to rush."
"Forget that." I grabbed his hand and pulled him from the lift. "Let me grab a few things and I'll be right back."
He leaned against the wall. "I'll wait out here."
I smiled at him, and saw a rather noticeable bulge in his jeans. Surely the man had been genetically engineered from the erotic dreams of women. I forced my gaze away and went back into the flat, opening the door slowly in case something lewd was going on. Instead, I found Jack and Isabel in the kitchen discussing recipes.
"Tyler and I are going to pop down to the pub for a couple of drinks," I said.
Isabel broke from her trance and looked at me. "Oh, want us to come?"
"No, no," I said a bit too quickly. "Enjoy your food talk."
Her eyes went wide, and a smile broke onto her face. "Should I leave the nightlight on?"
It was our code for, "Don't wait up." Of course, Isabel was the only one of us who'd ever made use of it until this point. "Yes, please."
"Have a good one," Jack said, and immediately turned his attention back on Isabel, whose eyes lit up like Christmas ornaments as she gave me a covert thumbs up.
I grabbed my purse and threw a couple of pairs of panties, some work clothes, makeup remover, another pair of shoes, a hair tie, my toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and practically half my toiletries into a large bag. I just hoped he had a hair dryer. Thinking of that reminded me to get my brush and the shampoo I used, plus a razor for my legs.
By the time I was packed, it looked as if I were moving in. I slipped back out the door, past my roommate and Jack, and found Tyler pacing in the hall pacing like a hungry wolf. He saw my bag and grinned. Pushed me against the wall, and kissed me. My body trembled with delight. I dropped the bag, threw my hands over his neck, and pulled him tight.
When I drew away a moment later, I said, "We're never getting out of here if you keep this up."
Joe stood out front when we emerged. A sudden sense of embarrassment came over me, and I wondered what he must think. Doubt clouded my mind. What if Tyler did this all the time? How many women had he seduced? How many had Joe driven him home with? I wished I could read the man's mind.
Tyler seemed to sense my doubt. He turned and took my hands in his. "Are you sure, Emily?"
His eyes seemed so sincere. My body screamed for his touch.
Indulge yourself.
Run back to your own bed!
I chose the first option. "Let's go."
We both slid into the back seat. Somehow, I kept my hands off him for the short duration of the trip. I felt uncomfortable with someone else in the car, even if Joe seemed like the type who kept his mouth shut about such things. My mind whirled through possibilities, wondering if this could possibly be real, and wondering what the consequences would be.
Joe pulled up in front of the towering Gregorian building and opened the car door for me. I stepped out. Tyler took my bag in one hand and led me inside, using his thumbprint to open a set of security doors. His thumb opened the lift doors in the lobby, and we stepped inside. His hand found mine when the doors shut. A moment later, the doors slid open to reveal a small lobby and an oak door. Using the same method as before, he opened it.
"Seems very secure here," I said.
He shrugged. "I enjoy the privacy."
We stepped through a marble foyer and onto a hardwood floor where a red leather couch sat before an ornate fireplace. A large sliding-glass door and huge windows displayed the sparkling vista of the park and the city.
I stepped toward the glass. "It's amazing."
He helped me out of my coat and hung it. "Would you like a drink?"
I turned and took his hand. "Maybe later."
He leaned in, took my upper lip between his, and sucked it. Released it, and took my other lip. I shivered and ran my hand along his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. His fingers ran up my neck, tangled in my hair. Gripped it and gave a slight tug. My scalp tingled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He pressed harder against me, his lips trailing down my neck. I felt the sting of his teeth against my skin, and my knees went weak.
His strong arms picked me up as though I weighed nothing. He carried me down a hallway and into a bedroom lit by a nightlight on the far wall. After sliding me ont
o the king-sized bed, Tyler climbed in next to me, his hand tracing the curve of my hip, running down to my bare leg.
I unbuckled the straps on my shoes and dropped them onto the floor. He kicked off his shoes. We kissed again, and sweet fire rushed through me. I fumbled with his shirt buttons, each one an agonizing chore in my haste and need, until the last one parted, revealing the carved lines of his chest and his etched abs.
I ran my hand along his skin. "Oh, my."
He chuckled and brought me in for more kisses. His hand slide down the back of my dress, the soft material parting as he unzipped me. My bra opened within a second of his hand touching the hooks, and I felt my breasts fall free from their constraints.
Not to be outdone, I reached down and tugged at his belt, resorting to two hands so I could unbutton his jeans.
He slid a hand up my bare leg, his fingers tracing electricity across the skin. Tyler rolled me onto my back, and used his fingers to slide the dress straps off my shoulders.
"You are so beautiful." He worked his lips down my neck and across my bare shoulders. Traced his tongue along my upper chest, pulling the dress lower. Chills ran through me as he journeyed around the sides of my breasts, spiraling around their base, tightening his turns until he took the nipple in his mouth, and gently bit it.
"Oh." I shuddered as my skin rippled with the aftershock of his caress.
He moved to my other breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and giving it a twist. A flash of excitement raced between my legs and back up again. I had never felt like this. I had never had a man show such patience.
He worked his caresses, going lower, pulling the dress off as he went, until it slipped free from my legs and I was completely nude. But I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious about it. Not with Tyler and his magic tongue.
A gasp burst from my mouth as he tracked his tongue down my leg, lifted it, and kissed the back of my knee. He changed course, trailing kisses down the back of my leg, around to my inner thigh. The heat between my legs was nearly unbearable. My entire body trembled as I yearned for him to take me.
His head moved between my legs, his tongue working a circle between my lips. Pulses of pleasure raced along my skin. I arched my back, muscles taut, and groaned. His tongue pressed harder, faster. My hands gripped his hair. Tyler moaned and I lost control. The heat between my legs exploded into a concentrated burst of hot ecstasy. His motions slowed, his hot tongue pressing against me until I could take it no more.
"Enough," I panted. "Oh, God, enough."
My muscles relaxed and I lay motionless, staring into his sultry green eyes as he shifted partially atop me and smiled. His hardness throbbed against my leg. His skin was so warm. So amazingly wonderful to touch.
I smiled at him. "Your turn."
He shook his head and laughed softly. "Oh no. Now it's both our turns." He stood next to the bed, and slid off his jeans. His boxer-briefs slid down next to reveal his very well-proportioned manhood. I stared at it for a moment, wondering if I could handle him. Despite my last orgasm, I still throbbed with desire to feel him inside me. He opened a gold foil pack and rolled on a generously sized condom. I don't know what overcame me, but I took him in my hand and pulled him back onto the bed.
His body sprawled atop me. I felt his hardness pressing against my leg. He smoothed my hair back with one hand, his eyes looking deep into mine. "Emily, I've wanted this for so long. To feel you around me."
All I could think about was how badly I wanted him inside me. How I needed to feel him inside. I reached down and guided him in. Our lips met, and then a deep pulse of electricity ran through my body as he penetrated me. His girth pressed against all sides of me. I shuddered in pleasure. He bit my neck. My ear. I couldn't hold back the moans as he moved himself in and out, his hips gyrating in a slow, deliberate circle, hitting something inside that caused aftershocks to shiver deep through my body. He leaned forward on his arms, the muscles going tight against his skin, and picked up speed. I felt him press against me on the inside and outside, every collision of his body and mine sending hotter and more powerful electric shocks into my stomach.
He moaned. "You feel amazing."
I was breathless with pleasure, unable to answer as the electricity built into an overwhelming crescendo. My legs went tight, and my toes curled. I screamed and felt my nails rake across his back as a shockwave of pure fire exploded inside me, rippling outward.
Tyler gritted his teeth and roared, his body pulsating inside of mine. His eyes squeezed shut and he bucked, pressing deeper inside me. His muscles went tight, veins pressing against his skin. Then they relaxed. He slumped. His bare chest lay against mine. Even though he was much taller and bigger, I hardly noticed his weight. Another aftershock rippled through me, and I trembled, reaching my arms around his broad back, pulling him tight against me.
He pulled out, rolled onto his side, and put an arm beneath my neck, drawing me close to him. I felt the blankets move, and then they fell across my bare back. He looked into my eyes and gave me a gentle kiss.
"That was beyond amazing." He pecked a kiss on my nose.
"Oh, yes." I was unable to think straight with all the heat rushing into my face. "I've—I've never had one of those."
"One of what?"
"An orgasm."
His eyes widened in surprise. "Are you—were you a virgin?"
I laughed. "No. Just don't let your head get big about giving me my first."
"You already do a good job of making my head big." He pressed my hand against the head he meant. "Although it might need a small break."
"You're pretty handy with that tongue of yours."
"And you taste delicious." He gave me his predatory grin.
I shivered with delight, and a tiny bit of heavenly fear. As I looked at this gorgeous man, I realized that this was not a person I could simply use and forget. Not after that. He was a complete package. The real deal. Provided he wasn't a serial killer or something awful in his spare time. But I knew there was no way I could have a relationship with him. Regardless of how he felt now, the attentions of so many women on one man would draw his desire away from me to someone else.
And he's your boss.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I would certainly not regret this night. But I knew this was something that couldn't last.
Chapter 23
I drifted awake, eyes blinking in the gathering brightness of the new dawn. I looked around, confused, before remembering where I was. And—Oh dear!—what I'd done last night. A hot blush burned my face. I sat up, looked around the empty bedroom. Sheer drapes covered the window, allowing soft sunlight to filter through. I found a clock on the nightstand and saw it was nearly seven thirty.
"Good lord, I'm late!" I jumped from the bed and shrieked as feet met cold hardwoods, and danced about like a naked lunatic while searching for my bag. Where was Tyler? Had he left for work already? Left me alone? I suddenly felt angry, and scowled. I hadn't expected him to bloody marry me, but—"Argh!" I blew out a breath. "Don't get angry. You knew what to expect, you idiot."
"And what would that be?" Tyler said from behind.
I cried out and whirled, a shoe held defensively in my hand.
He laughed, walked over, and embraced me, taking the shoe and dropping it to the floor while his lips worked their magic on mine.
His chest muscles looked absolutely yummy. I leaned forward into his embrace, admiring the lines of his torso. One of my fingers absentmindedly traced the lines of his abs, sending thrills up my arm.
I abruptly remembered the time and looked up at him. "Bloody hell, I'm going to be late!"
He chuckled and smoothed my hair behind an ear. "Did I forget to tell you your schedule is different now?"
"It is?"
"You go in at nine, not at Sandra's time."
My body relaxed. "I do?" A smile stretched my lips. "That's the best news I've had all week!"
"The best news?" He frowned sadly.
I laug
hed. "Okay, fine. Maybe not the best, but it certainly ranks rather high."
He kissed me again, hands traveling down my backside, giving it a squeeze. "I know what we can do with the extra time."
My body heated up in the usual spots. "Oh, you do?"
He bit my ear, and my nipples went hard against his warm skin. "Absolutely." Gripping my hand, he led me toward a positively monstrous bathroom.
As I walked, I felt a slight but pleasant soreness starting between my legs, and ran deep inside me. I wasn't sure if I could handle him against so soon, or if it might hurt. It was sort of like working out, wasn't it? If so, I hadn't worked out like this for far too long.
"Do you have a hair dryer?" I asked.
A laugh burst from his mouth. He opened a drawer and pulled out a large hair dryer. My eyes widened at the sight of the salon-rated beauty.
He regarded me quite seriously. "Will this do?"
"I love it."
He opened glass doors to a shower tiled with gray slate of some kind. It had to be the prettiest shower I'd seen, and certainly would be the best I'd ever used. Nozzles protruded from every wall, and there were several different shower heads—two that were of the downpour variety, and two normal-looking ones. Tyler turned a valve, adjusted the water for a moment, and then pulled me in.
He touched a button, and water shot from all the nozzles. I yelped as the pleasantly hot water hit me, more from surprise than anything else. He grabbed a loofa and poured liquid soap on it. Motioned me with his finger to step out of the water spray. I did. He pulled me close and lathered my back, his hands running everywhere, granting me no shortage of giggles, while swelling my desire.
He finished with me, and I took my turn, running the loofa across his broad shoulders, down the V of his back, and circumnavigating his well-rounded posterior and hips to reach his crotch. He was already hard. I smiled, giving him my best innocent look, as I stroked him. He moaned, deep in his throat.
"Does that spot feel clean?" I ran my hand back and forth along his length.