“Take your hand off of me,” she growled as she snatched away, spinning to face me.
“Calm down.”
Her eyes ballooned. “Are you telling me to calm down? After what you just did?”
“What did I just do besides tell the truth?”
“Truth? Telling Charlie, my date—”
“Your what?” I questioned, dangerously low.
“My—”
“Think long and hard before you say whatever you’re planning to say next.”
“Where the hell do you get off acting all jealous and possessive whenyou’rethe one who was screwing some random Instagram groupie less than a week ago?” Her nostrils flared as she whisper-yelled her question at me.
She was fucking cute.
“I wasn’t screwing anybody.”
“Pictures say otherwise.”
“What pictures? Of me screwing that tramp? No. Because they don’t exist. I was on the phone with you that night. We hung up and I took a fucking melatonin pill to help me sleep, and that was that until I woke up with some tramp in my bed. My security had to haul her ass out of there. She must’ve taken the photos before I woke up.”
“Pssh, yeah right, Tyler. Am I supposed to believe that?”
“Yes, you are because that’s the fucking truth. I don’t know that bi—” I inhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose. “It’s the truth,” I started again. “And I think you know it is.” I advanced on her, crowding her personal space.
“You know what, whatever.” She waved both hands in the air. “It doesn’t even matter because this thing between us wouldn’t work anyway. No way I’m going to deal with constant groupies sneaking in and out of your hotel room. Not a—” She cut herself off, shaking her head and looking away from me, out into the distance.
Not again.
That’s what she’d been about to say.
“Your mouth is moving but your body’s contradicting your words,” I began, lowering my eyes to see the outline her hardened nipples were making through the material of her dress. “You’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you the last few days.”
I caught it when her breathing began to increase as I let my pointer finger run along the outside of her ear and down the column of her neck.
“Don’t t-touch me,” she tried to say forcibly, but it came out on a stutter. She made no move to create more space between our two bodies.
I moved closer. “Is that what you want? Because this little vein in your neck is telling me that you want me to keep touching you. And not just with my hands either. I think you want my hands, mouth, and cock to touch you a lot more.”
A deep intake of air sounded when Destiny looked up at me, her eyes pleading for me to do exactly when I’d just mentioned. She bit her bottom lip, refusing to let the actual words come out.
A moan sounded from my own throat at the sight of her plump lip being fondled by her teeth. It was my turn to fondle that lip.
Without more preamble, I lowered my head until our two mouths met. Her words had said one thing, but when Destiny’s mouth opened up for me, allowing my tongue to collide with hers, her words held no weight at all.
I took her by the waist with both of my hands, pulling her into my body, kissing the life out of her. I pressed my hips into her, letting her feel the effect just being in her presence had on me. She did the same, when she openly moaned into my mouth, breaking free of the kiss to whisper my name.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” I stated against her lips.
Chapter Thirteen
Tyler
I waited for Destiny’s response. When she lowered her eyelids I thought she’d try to come up with another lie about not wanting me to touch her. But worry turned to the most fulfilling sense of relief I’d ever experienced, when her eyes rose to mine again, and she nodded.
