He made his way upward, then kissed the skin exposed between her breasts as her chest heaved. He needed to taste her nipples — oh, how he needed that. So he unhooked the front clasp of her lacy little bra and peeled it away.
He ran his tongue over one peaked nipple and then the other until he had her crying out again. He pulled her back into a sitting position and pressed in closely to her, loving the way she felt in his arms. It caused him more agony, but he pressed his manhood against her soaked panties, letting her feel what her pleasure was doing to him.
He then cupped one breast and squeezed while he ran his lips along her neck, swirling his tongue against her flesh before gently nipping it. She jerked against him and moaned while she grasped his hair.
When he moved up and captured her lips again, he felt himself smile. Damn, he was falling hard for this woman — so hard. Would he ever be able to climb out from under her spell?
Tyler didn’t think he wanted to.
“I want you in my bed,” he said. He lifted her off the kitchen island and walked swiftly through his house to the large master bedroom.
After laying her down on top of the covers, he immediately pulled her against him, damning the trousers that he’d forgotten to take off.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I’ve wanted you,” he told her. Full disclosure. He wasn’t afraid to hide what he was feeling right then and there.
She stiffened in his arms, and he saw her eyes grow wide.
“Oh, I have to … um … use … I have to … go to the bathroom,” she told him.
Tyler moaned in frustration as she wriggled out of his grasp and practically ran away.
It was okay. When she came back he’d be more than ready for her.
With speed born out of desperation to sink inside her, he stripped off his remaining clothes and lay there on the bed, waiting. And wanting.
When she returned, he wasn’t going to let her leave his bed again, not for at least twelve hours straight.
Chapter Fourteen
He was probably wondering what she was doing there in his bathroom. Elena knew she’d been hiding out way too long, but it was taking her forever to stiffen her resolve.
She scrunched her eyes in the mirror and gave herself a stern look. “You knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but if it teaches him even the smallest of lessons, then you have accomplished what you set out to do. Just do it!”
Her pep talk to herself wasn’t motivating her, unfortunately, so she washed her face with cool water and tried again. She was still overheated, still desperate for satisfaction despite all he’d given her there in the kitchen. All that heat on the cool granite.
She wanted more.
Maybe this “project” of hers was going to end up punishing her far more than it did him.
Too bad. No pain, no gain.
She finally stepped from the bathroom and leaned in the doorway, her shirt still unbuttoned but a little more concealing now, open just enough to show Tyler the curves of her breasts but not her still-hard nipples. Her panties were back in place, but she couldn’t hide the flush on her cheeks, and as she looked at Tyler lying in the bed — buck naked — she was heating up all over again.
“Come back to my bed,” he said, reaching out for her.
Elena looked down, then met his eyes and smiled. “Do you want me, Tyler?” she asked, moving a little closer.
“You know I do, baby,” he said with a giant smile, while showing her just how much he wanted her. He was standing tall. And thick. And waiting.
“Good. Are you hurting?” She gave him her most seductive smile.
“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m hurting,” he said. His tongue came out and wet his lips.
“Good. Then you’re exactly where I want you to be.”
He froze, his smile slowly fading at the sudden change in her tone. Her friskiness had vanished, and in its place was pure loathing, loathing directed right at him.
Tyler’s jaw dropped. “What in the … hell is going on?”
“Are you confused?” she asked.
“Yeah, just a little,” he told her. He sat up and pulled the blanket back over himself.
That was too bad. She’d been enjoying the view. Okay, maybe it was good. The view had been a little too enticing and was messing with her head.
“You see, Tyler, I know exactly who you are. You’re a spoiled, self-righteous little rich boy who thinks he can have anything he wants. Now that I’ve gotten you all worked up, you can think about the fact that sometimes even you won’t get everything handed to you on a silver platter. Oh, wait. Maybe you billionaires deal in platinum platters.”
Turning around, Elena smiled in victory. When she’d vowed to take Tyler Knight down, she hadn’t realized how easy it would be to seduce him. Men like him should pay, though they rarely did.
She walked back into the bathroom and almost had the door shut when it was thrust back open. Standing there, looking far from pleased, was Tyler in all his naked glory.
“Don’t think for even one second that you can make a comment like that and then just walk away,” he said, and he took a menacing step toward her.
Elena’s heart lodged in her throat. This game had just taken a direction she hadn’t been planning on.
She’d expected slight anger, and frustration, of course. She hadn’t expected the predatory look that she now saw in his eyes.
“I can do whatever I want to do, Tyler.” Elena latched the front of her bra and then began doing up the buttons of her shirt. And he stood there looking at her as if she had two heads.
Maybe she did.