He stood there as she came closer and closer and closer. His heart was racing but he knew it didn’t show in his face. He wouldn’t give her that easy victory, not after all the work she’d put him through over the past month.
But dammit if he didn’t want her in his bed right this minute. He wanted her clothes stripped away. He wanted to have her writhing and screaming beneath him. He wanted her fingers on him, and he wanted it to continue all day and all night.
“Thanks for lunch,” she said in a low purr as she lifted a hand and trailed her fingers down his arm.
“My pleasure,” he said. He fought to keep his cool, but he couldn’t. He snaked out an arm and wrapped it around her. “What are you doing, Elena?”
“I’m still hungry,” she said, her warm breath blowing against his neck as she leaned in and kissed the skin right over his pounding pulse.
That kiss made his already hard body pulse with the need to sheath itself in her heat.
He curved his hands over her succulent behind, and then leaned down, brushing his lips against hers as he spoke.
“I can handle that hunger of yours, Elena. All you have to do is say the word.” He kissed her lips now, but with only a bit more intensity. He knew something about subtlety.
The low moan that traveled up through her throat made him lose his cool. Way too fast. He was trying to keep in control here, but how could he do it? She was pressed up against him, and their bodies were separated by only a few layers of fabric. He wasn’t feeling subtle now. But he was sure feeling her.
“You say you can handle it, but you aren’t doing much to do that.” After leveling that taunt at him, she pushed her hips forward and rubbed against his hardness.
With a speed born of incredible lust, Tyler undid the button of her tan capri slacks and lowered them so quickly it made her eyes widen. She didn’t say a word as he lifted her body so the slacks floated to the floor, and then he kicked them away.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he set her down and pulled her against him, returning his hands to her nearly naked behind. The panties she wore were hardly a barrier between him and what he wanted.
“Still hungry, Elena?”
She was panting as she looked at him in shock. “Yes,” she finally moaned as he squeezed her firm buttocks.
Leaning in, she pressed hot kisses to his neck as he undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and parted it. The soft blue material served as a nice frame to her body as she stood before him with only the lace of her bra and her panties now keeping him from seeing what he wanted to see most.
She pulled his shirt free from his trousers, then her hands snuck upward and she ran her fingernails along the taught skin of his stomach and chest, then squeezed his nipples lightly, sending a bolt of sensation all through him.
Enough of this! With one hand he gripped her head and tilted it. He ravished her mouth, giving her a taste of what he had planned for them in the next hour — hours — hell, days.
He released her only long enough to rip off his shirt, then grabbed her again, spinning her around and lifting her, setting her on the island, which just so happened to be the perfect height for him to grind his hardness against her very wet and barely covered core.
“Damn, you’re responsive,” he gasped He took a step back and gloried in the passionate flush covering her body.
“Hmm … I bet you say that to all the women you bring home.”
“I don’t bring women home,” he told her.
By the look in her hooded eyes, he could see that she didn’t believe him. Give her time and she would. Tyler wasn’t some innocent schoolboy, but his house was sacred to him. He didn’t like to bring women home, didn’t like them invading his personal space. Not after his last relationship. It left too many memories of the woman, and all he wanted was peace when he walked through his front door. He hadn’t planned on bringing Elena here, but somehow he’d found himself driving in this direction. And with her on perfect display on his kitchen island, he couldn’t regret that decision.
“Lie back,” he commanded her.
“What? Why?” Elena’s eyes were darting around uneasily.
Instead of giving her any answer, he pushed her back against the smooth granite and then dropped to his knees and feasted on the sight of her silk-covered core.
Her protests died as he began trailing his fingers against the material, which was wet with her arousal. Then he slipped his finger underneath the thin elastic and without hesitation he pushed a finger inside her tight heat. She gasped, and her legs shook against the edge of the island.
Lifting those lovely legs, he put them on his shoulders as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the silk of her panties.
“Tyler … no … we … shouldn’t ….” She stopped speaking when he shifted her panties aside and encircled her womanhood with his lips while he flicked his tongue over her swollen bud. She was now a quivering mass.
“You taste so good,” he said before swiping his tongue over her slick folds and feasting on her bud again.
“Tyler!” Elena called out his name over and over again as he sucked and licked her into complete submission.
As he felt her body convulse, felt her nearing the release he desperately wanted to give her, he slipped two fingers inside her and began pumping. Suddenly she screamed and writhed on the counter before him, shudders running all through her as he drew out the pleasure for as long as she could handle it.
Only when she went completely limp beneath his touch did he pull his fingers from her and move upward to kiss her belly. It was still shaking.