“Fine.” He pulled another penny from his pants pocket and went to toss it in.
“Close your eyes,” I ordered, the same way he’d said it to me.
“Pushy, aren’t you?”
“Tuh! You’re one to talk.”
“I am, aren’t I?” He smirked.
“Make your wish.”
He turned back to the fountain and briefly closed his eyes, mouthing something before opening them again and tossing the penny into the water.
“What’d you wish for?”
“That’s not how it works, is it? I can’t tell you unless I want it to come true?”
“Pssh. I thought you didn’t believe in this wish stuff. You make your own dreams come true, right?”
“Right. So when it does come true, you’ll be the first to know.”
He’d barely finished his statement before he was pulling me into him, his lips covering mine. Apparently, I didn’t mind it either, when my arms went up to encircle his neck, pulling him into me just as fervently. I moaned when I felt his thumb graze along my exposed abdomen. His hands were rough, callused from years of practice and playing football. And they felt divine against my sensitized skin.
“Let’s get you home,” he whispered against my lips.
“Yeah, home. Sure,” I answered, breathlessly.
Again, I followed when Tyler’s hand covered mine as we walked to the awaiting town car. The drive back to my place was about fifteen minutes. Tyler stood patiently behind me as I entered the code to the front door and then headed in the direction of the elevator. I only lived on the third floor and usually opted to take the stairs, but not in six inch stilettos and with Tyler breathing down my back. I was barely able to put one foot in front of the other.
“Want to come in?” I found myself asking, my voice husky as we stood in front of my door.
He looked as if he was debating something before finally nodding.
Turning, I unlocked my door, entered, and put my keys on the wall mount. I placed my clutch on the stand under the mount. As soon as the clutch was free from my hands, Tyler spun me around by my waist to face him, pinning my back against the door. He crowded my space as his lips descended over mine for the third time that night.
The kiss was frenzied when our tongues touched and tasted one another’s. Tyler’s hands ran up and down the length of my waist a few times until his fingers went under my blouse, cupping my breasts through the lacy bra I wore. He tweaked my nipples, causing me to gasp as pleasure shot through me. I pulled him into me by his forearms, loving the feel of his body against mine. His hands lowered and he bent low, scooping my thighs up to wrap around his waist.
His hand dropped to the waistband of my jeans. I tossed my head back against the door as his mouth lowered to my neck and the tops of my breast.
“Hsss,” I hissed in air when his calloused fingers made contact with my swollen clit.
“This is what you wanted right?” he demanded, breathing harshly against my ear.
I blinked, trying to refocus my gaze and respond, but when he began making circles against my distended button, mewling sounds poured from my mouth. I’d never been this damn revved up, this quickly by any man.
“Is all that cream for me?” he taunted against my parted lips.
Of course, Tyler enjoyed dirty talk during intimacy. His words only served to make me wetter.
“I can’t hear you, Destiny. Is all of this wetness for me?”
“Y-yes,” I answered, panting and beginning to rock my hips against him. I needed a release more than a junkie needed their next fix.
“Yes, what?”
“Huh?” I breathed out, not comprehending.
“Yes,what?”
