Chapter Six
“I didn’t want our disappearance to look too obvious.” Susan stepped inside and the door clicked shut, closing down outside distractions. “I’m here now. What are you going to do with me?”
Tyler prowled toward her and backed her up until the wall hit her spine. His mouth covered hers before her startled cry could emerge. Then he was all hands, mouth, teeth, dragging her into temptation, tossing her into lust and passion and shoving aside every single bit of past history with other men.
Her mind and body focused on him, the enticing rasp of his callused fingers against her collarbone. The ravenous hunger of his mouth. A shiver worked down her body, her nerve-endings singing. Each pleasurable blast from his attentions, the press of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, pooled at the needy spot between her legs.
The contact gentled, and she moaned, clutching his broad shoulders in case he decided to do something stupid, like lift his head to breathe.
Oh yes. She had to kiss him again, let him kiss her in return. Feed the simmering passion gathering inside her like one of those romance novel infernos she’d started reading after Maggie introduced her to the erotic romance concept.
Finally, Tyler lifted his head. “I thought I’d never get to kiss you again. The one taste in the office wasn’t enough.”
“More,” she demanded.
“Don’t you want a drink? I arranged room service to deliver a nightcap.”
Susan raised her hand and ran her fingers over his jaw. She liked the rasp of sound and repeated the move, petting him like a cat. “I’ve had enough to drink. I want to remember everything we do together.”
“I have a rugby game tomorrow. I’m under strict instructions to get plenty of sleep.”
“If you want to sit back and let me do the work, I’m up for that.” Susan tried to keep a serious expression, but her twitching lips spilled her lurking jocularity. If he called her on this, she might muck up the seduction process. Maggie might think sex was like riding a bike. Susan wasn’t so sure. Those memories lived in the dim recesses of her mind.
Heck, maybe it was best if she went on instinct anyway. Just strip away his clothes and explore his lovely, muscled body to her heart’s content. She could take him into her body or impale herself on his hard cock and grasp pleasure. Humor spurted forth, and she pretended to ponder. “What do you think about me tying you up?”
“As long as I get my dick inside you soon, I don’t care what you do.”
She blinked. Not the response she’d expected.
Someone knocked on the door. “Room service.”
Tyler tugged Susan away from the wall and held her to his side as he opened the door.
“Room service, sir,” the young male attendant said.
“Thanks,” Tyler said, standing aside to let the lanky employee wheel his cart into the room.
Susan took the opportunity to take in the details she’d missed when she’d first entered. It was a standard room with a huge bed. Pillows in various shades of green, cream and brown festooned the end nearest the headboard. A sage green cover spread across the king-size mattress while a chair and desk sat against another wall. It was the view that drew her, and she moved away from Tyler to kick off her heels. Her bare toes sank into thick carpet as she made her way over to the huge window.
During the day, Tyler would have a gorgeous view of the harbor and the bridge that spanned the water. Now, she could see the lights from the buildings hugging the coast and those of vehicles driving over the bridge, but the actual water was dark. A lone ferry bobbed across the expanse, one of the many night charters full of party people.
Behind her, Tyler closed the door and she turned to him. “I never tire of looking at the harbor. It’s so pretty in all its moods.”
“You’ll like Clare. The sea isn’t too far away. Eric’s farm is partly flats and the rest is hills. The views over the valley toward the town are spectacular. We’re about twenty minutes drive from the township. We have nearby vineyards and lots of places to walk.”
“You like it there,” Susan said.
“I like it here too.” And the expression in his gaze told her why.
Her stomach turned to pudding, the burst of lust taking her by surprise even though it shouldn’t. She shifted her weight, trying to ease the heat surging through her. “You’re younger than me.”
“So?” He crossed the room and wrapped her in his arms. “A few years younger. It’s not a major difference.” His fingers traced across the throbbing pulse point at her neck. He stared for an instant, then reached for the zipper at the rear of her dress. This one was blue and she knew it suited her, making her eyes look like the tropical sea on a sunny day. At least that was what Christina had told her when they’d gone shopping for outfits.
He slid the zip down slowly, as if he were waiting for her protest. Not gonna happen. She lifted her hand and stroked his biceps beneath the cotton of his gray shirt. Warmth seeped to her fingertips and impatience tore through her. “Race you to get undressed.”
“No, you don’t.” He grasped her shoulders to halt her retreat. “I’ve fantasized about undressing you ever since I first saw you on TV. It would be plain mean of you to deprive me.”
Susan swallowed, her knees threatening to buckle. “Okay.”
