“We made a deal that my kiss never happened, so technically it’s one for you, zero for me.”
“Leave it to the accountant to keep track.” He quickly stood up.
This was turning into a very odd night. She tossed the pillow off her legs and stood up as well with every intention of marching him straight to the door, but he didn’t take one step. He just stood there, rigid, frozen. The only part of him that moved was his eyes, taking her in from head to toe, and the wanton hunger she saw there was already weakening her resolve.
“Make that two for me,” he said.
“What?”
He grabbed the back of neck and pulled her towards him, capturing her lower lip between his teeth. She didn’t even try to resist. So much for marching him to the door.
That kiss was doing strange things to her. So heated. So hungry. Strong arms slipped around her waist, pressing her hard against him. She caressed one leg between his thighs, the fine hair on his calf tickling her skin. He let out a deep groan and broke the kiss again. He didn’t release her, though, his arms remaining firmly around her.
“God, those lips,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Again?”
“One more time couldn’t hurt.”
He slammed his mouth on hers, pushing her back until they collapsed onto the bed. She was past the point of trying to understand this man. She didn’t know what was going through his head. All she knew was that she didn’t want him to stop. No man had ever kissed her this way, made her feel this way. And now the one man who turned her into a quivering mess just had to be Tyler Fucking Evans. Ugh! Barf!
A firm hand gripped her thigh and she clutched his bare shoulders, feeling his muscles tense beneath her fingers. He was all man. Rough and Strong. Every inch of him was hard.Every inch.
His mouth moved down her neck and he undid the top two buttons of her shirt. Warm lips kissed her between her breasts and they began to ache for his touch.
He moved lower, kissing her over her shirt.
And then he went lower and she gasped, feeling the warmth of his mouth on her navel.
And then he went lower and she almost cried out.
And then it stopped.
She heard a loud thud and her eyes instantly opened. She lifted herself onto her elbows to look around the room, but shecouldn’t see him. He was six-foot-two! A man that size couldn’t just disappear. Had this all been a dream?
“Tyler?”
He popped up from the other side of the bed. “I think that’s enough,” he said breathlessly.
A frustrated groan rumbled in her throat and she threw herself back down on the bed. She felt very much like a bedside lamp, being turned on and off in a matter of seconds. She used her forearm to cover her eyes and allowed herself a little time to cool down before she entertained his craziness.
“This isn’t something either of us want,” she heard him say.
She quickly sat up and stared at the very clear evidence of his arousal beneath those running shorts. “You sure about that? Looks to me like one of us wantssomething.”
He nodded, looking down at himself. “Yeah, it does look that way.”
“I think I know what you want, Tyler,” she said, slowly running her tongue over her lips.
“You are…mmm…you are making it really hard to resist you, Jordan.”
She shrugged. “So stop resisting.”
He didn’t need much more convincing than that. He pushed her back against the bed and his hot mouth was on hers again. It only lasted a few seconds before he lifted off her. “Bad idea! Very bad idea!” He sounded like he was scolding himself. “Let’s just…let’s just leave it at four for me and nil for you.”
She tugged his vest and brought his body back down on hers. “How about four for you and one for me?”
She buried her hands in his hair and kissed him, giving very special attention to that sexy bottom lip. He was an amazing kisser, but her body had reached the point where kissing wasn’t enough. Slipping her hand under his vest, her fingers glided over his taut stomach. She wanted to see his body, curious to know ifit looked as good as it felt. She eagerly caught the material at its edges. He lifted himself up a fraction and in one swift motion, she pulled it off.
