He dipped one finger past the elastic, into the steamy heat between her legs. He stroked and teased and a sweet pressure tightened low in her belly. It was the most erotic fizzle of sensation, the most decadent, and it stalled the air in her lungs and made her body burn for something more potent than oxygen.
A few heartbeats later, he slid his finger into her slowly, tantalizingly, stirring every nerve to vibrant awareness until he was as deep as he could go, and then he withdrew at the same leisurely pace. Advance, retreat.
Until her heart pounded so hard and her breath came so fast, she thought she would hyperventilate. Or go up in flames. Or both.
She was close.
So close …
“Not yet,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand before dropping to his knees in front of her. “I want to see if you still taste like blueberries.” He touched his mouth to her navel, dipped his tongue inside, and slid his hands around to cup her bottom for a long moment before moving his mouth lower. His tongue dipped under the waistband of her panties. He licked her bare flesh before drawing back to drag his mouth over her lace-covered mound. His lips feathered a kiss over ground zero and her legs buckled. “Mmm,” he murmured, “definitely blueberries.”
“Too much talking, not enough tasting,” she managed, her hands going to his bare shoulders to keep her from falling.
A warm chuckle sent shivers down the inside of her thighs before he lifted his head and caught the waistband of her underwear with one finger. He drew the material down, lips and teeth following the decadent path and skimming her bare flesh. Her entire body trembled by the time she stepped free.
“My turn,” she managed, determined to give as good as she was getting. So good.
“I don’t have any underwear on.” He pushed to his feet and faced her.
“I’ll figure something out.” She knelt and kissed his navel, swirling her tongue and relishing the deep male groan that vibrated the air around them. She grasped him in her hand, running her palm down the length of his erection. He was hot and hard and she did what she’d been wanting to do ever since she’d seen him standing there completely nude. She took him into her mouth and laved him with her tongue. One lick. Two. Until a low hiss issued from between his lips.
He grasped her head, his fingers splaying in her hair, guiding her, urging her—
“Stop.” The word was little more than a groan before he pulled her to her feet. “I want to come inside you.” He urged her down onto the bed. “I need to come inside of you.”
She watched as he withdrew a foil placket from his jean pocket and put on a condom in record time.
“I thought you wanted slow and easy,” she said as he settled himself between her thighs, his penis pressing into her a decadent inch.
“It’ll be easy,” he promised, “I’m just not so sure about the slow part.” Before she could comment, he pressed her thighs wider, grasped her hips, and slid into her with one deep thrust.
He stilled for a long moment, letting her feel every pulsing, vibrating inch of him. Her body reacted the way it always did, holding him deep, tight, massaging him in an intimate way that wrung a gasp from his lips.
But it wasn’t the connection of their bodies so much as the way he stared down at her, into her, that sent a rush of warmth through her. As if he could see everything about her instead of just her reputation. No one ever looked at her like that and it touched something inside of her.
She closed her eyes, fighting back the sudden tears that threatened to overwhelm her. This was crazy. This was all about feeling good, not about feeling.
Sex wasn’t love, and she had no intention of confusing the two. Especially with a man like Tyler. He’d said himself that he didn’t want more.
“Are you okay?” His voice was soft and deep and so tender she had to fight back another wave of tears.
She swallowed and forced her voice past the lump in her throat. “Stop talking and just fuck me, cowboy.”
His mouth opened at her bold words and she thought he was going to make a smart comeback, but then he dipped his head and his lips closed over her nipple. Thankfully. She needed a distraction from the strange feelings threatening to overwhelm her.
All thought faded into a wave of delicious pressure as he suckled her with enough force to wind her even tighter while his erection pulsed inside her. The sensation of him drawing on her breast while her body milked him was a double whammy and oh, so potent.
He moved, pumping into her, pushing her higher—stroke after stroke—until she cried out, her nails digging into his back as she climaxed.
Several frantic heartbeats later, her eyelids fluttered open just in time to see him throw his head back, his eyes clamped tightly shut. He thrust deep one final time and stiffened, every muscle in his body going rigid. Her name tumbled from his lips, riding a raw moan of pure male satisfaction. A burst of satisfaction rolled through her because she knew that while he might, indeed, walk away from her, he would never forget the way she made him feel.
He collapsed beside her and gathered her close, pulling her back against him in spoon fashion. His chest was solid against her back, his arms strong and powerful around her. Warmth seeped through her, lulling her heartbeat for the next several minutes as their bodies cooled.
“I think the dog likes me.” His deep voice slid into Brandy’s ears and she opened her eyes to see Jez standing beside the bed, her tail wagging, her tongue lolling as she stared up expectantly.
“She’s not my dog. She belongs to Jenna.”
“She looks mighty cozy in here not to belong to you,” he said, watching as the dog trotted over to the far corner and settled on a discarded apron. She buried her nose in the pink fabric and closed her eyes.
“It’s the bakery smell that attracts her. She’s got a sweet tooth.”
“So do I.” His deep voice sent a whisper of heat along Brandy’s nerve endings, but it wasn’t the heat that wrapped around her and settled deep in her belly. It was a sense of contentment, and she realized in a startling instant that she liked having Tyler curled around her as much as she’d liked having him deep inside.
Maybe more.
“I really need to get dressed,” she blurted, suddenly desperate for a quick exit strategy from the crazy feelings.
Before she could blink, she found herself yanked onto her back. Tyler glared down at her for a long moment as if the comment actually bothered him. Ridiculous, of course, because nothing she said or did seemed to really shake that charming, controlled demeanor.
Sure enough, his expression eased, quickly killing her theory as a slow, sensual smile crept across his lips.
“Not until I get one more sugar fix.” He slid down her body, his large hands going to the inside of her thighs. He spread her legs wide and scorched her with a heated glance before leaning in to press his lips against her pussy. Slow. Sensuous. Tender.
She didn’t want tender. She wanted wild and wicked and hot, and over. That’s what she really wanted. To be done with him. To move on.
The trouble was, she wasn’t done with him. Not yet, anyhow.
And so she relaxed back against the pillows, closed her eyes, and let him love her with his mouth. For just a little while, anyhow.