She sputtered. “I’m not ageist or racist. I’ve dated men of different races and ethni—” Her words were cut off when she looked up and caught the harsh expression on my face. Her eyes widened.
“I don’t give a shit who you’ve dated before me. They. Don’t. Matter,” I growled.
“Tyler—”
“One day soon it’ll be me with my hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it just enough to constrict your airway only a little, with claw marks up and down my back because I’m a man who doesn’t mind a little pain with my pleasure. It makes for a better experience. It will be my stiff cock pumping into your wetness with your walls clamping down around me, my body hovering over yours as you reach for your release, and my name on your lips when you come. And when you finally do, I guarantee our age difference will never be an issue again.”
Her mouth fell open, and before I could say anything else, a knock on my door sounded.
“Shit. I gotta go.” I had a dinner meeting with some executives of the deodorant company I’d just shot the commercial for. My agent was meeting me in the lobby of the hotel. “Next Sunday, Destiny. Seven p.m. I’m picking you up. And I won’t be late.” I gave her one last stare, more so to hold the memory of her dazed face with me until I could see her in person again, before hanging up.
“I’m coming,” I yelled toward the door when another knock sounded. I was afraid I wasn’t going to be great company with these executives tonight. While I could schmooze with the best of them, my head was still on the glossed over look in Destiny’s eyes after my comments. Her eyes had widened, mouth opened, and the vein in her neck had increased its speed. She was turned on. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat at the thought of how wet she’d gotten from my words alone. A picture of her using her fingers to bring herself to a climax after hanging up the phone with me, began to torture me. I knew it was time to exit the hotel and get to dinner. It was either that or book the first thing smoking back to Williamsport.
I couldn’t do that.
She wasn’t ready for all of me just yet. Eventually, she’d be ready—I’d see to that—but right then she needed time to wrap her mind around what was happening between us.
Chapter Ten
Destiny
How did seven days pass so quickly? One moment I was hanging up the phone with Tyler, barely able to comprehend my own name due to how turned on I was from his bold declarations. Soon after hanging up, I found myself with my hands inside of my panties, strumming my own clitoris, coming from the memory of the sound of his voice. What pissed me off is I was certain he knew exactly the power his words had on me. Now, here it was seven days later, the Cougars had just won their home opener against the Minnesota Bears, and I was anxiously looking through my closet to decide what to wear on my date with Tyler.
I’d had an outfit of skinny jeans, and my Lisa Perry dot print crepe wrap top, and a pair of strappy black heels to match. Though summer was winding down, and it was early September, the weather was still warm enough for the outfit which did have a deep neckline, and exposed a portion of my midriff. The outfit may have been a little risqué for a first date but my instincts told me to go with it. Thus, I stepped away from my closet, and discarded the fluffy robe I’d had for years, tossing it onto the arm of the rocking chair in the corner of my bedroom. I stepped into the dark blue lace panties I’d chosen to wear, not knowing why it mattered, it wasn’t like Tyler was going to be seeing my underwear after only a first date.
Dismissing that thought, or more so, how my nipples hardened at the thought of Tyler actually seeing me in my panties and bra, I shrugged the shiver off that ran through me and continued to get dressed. Stepping to my full-length mirror, I adjusted the front tie of my blouse, so that the knot was secure and the two sides of the sash hung down, covering the center of my belly. I reached for my shimmer oil to rub into my chest and midriff areas, giving them a sun-kissed sheen to them. I placed a pair of diamond studs my father had bought me for my high school graduation in my ears, and adjusted a few strands of hair until my curls were perfectly coiled the way I liked them and my edges were sleeked down.
I twisted and rotated in the mirror, ensuring that I liked what I saw. Admittedly, I looked good. I felt good as well, save for the butterflies that ran through my belly. I placed my hand over my abdomen. It’d been a long time since I was nervous over a first date. Men hadn’t intimidated me or made me go all goo-goo eyed in a very long time. I could hardly believe that Tyler Townsend had me feeling like a sixteen-year-old school girl all over again.
I looked up at the clock as soon as the buzzer for my front door rang. The clock had just struck seven p.m. A smile touched my lips. I strolled over to the intercom by my front door and pressed the button.
“Who is it?” I asked as if I didn’t know.
“There better be only one man picking you up tonight,” his smooth, silky reply came through the intercom.
More butterflies.
I swallowed and pressed the button that released the front entrance lock and waited. Not even three minutes later, a heavy knocking sounded on my front door. I inhaled deeply, taking one last opportunity to affix my clothing and hair, before pulling the door open.
My toes curled instantly at the smile that was plastered on his face. It was accompanied by a dimple on his left cheek. I was struck surprised when I noticed, for the first time, his left cheek dimpled on that smile. I’d never noticed he had a dimple, and trust me, I’d stared at that man more times than I cared to recall. None of his pictures circulating the media ever caught the dimple either.
“You are stunning.” His voice sounded deeper than usual. Those hazel-green eyes sparkled with their usual mirth but they were slightly darkened.
“Th-thank you,” I stated, clearing my throat. “Nice game,” I complimented.
“You watched?”
“I told you I’m a Cougars fan.”
“Just a fan of the Cougars?” he challenged.
I batted my lashes, lowering my head slightly. No, it wasn’t just the team I was a fan of. Before I recognized what was happening, a strong finger slid under my chin, lifting my head to meet his piercing gaze. His lips were on mine less than a second later. The same thrill I’d felt during our first kiss was present for this one. My lips parted on a sigh, and Tyler’s tongue swiped my lower lip before making entrance into my mouth. Another sigh broke free, and as if he was the only anchor I ever needed, my body rose to meet his. My arms reached up, wrapping around his broad shoulders, my feet going to their tiptoes even in the six inch heels I wore, my head tilting back far enough to grant him access to ravish my mouth just the way he was doing so.
His muscled arm snaked around my waist, pulling me to him as if even the slightest bit of separation between our two bodies was unbearable. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve said that Tyler was staking his claim. That thought sobered me up. Reluctantly, I pulled back, breaking off the kiss.
“I thought … you we-were taking m-me out,” I stuttered out breathlessly.
His eyes dropped to my kiss swollen lips, and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip, contemplatively. After a long pause he nodded. “That’s what I said and I am a man of my word, Destiny.”
