I held her eyes, dark and pleading as she gasped, showing a weakness I’d never seen in her gaze. Her breaths were slow and steady, and neither of us blinked.
“If that’s not what you want, you need to tell me now—”
“It’s what I want.” She grabbed the back of my neck and yanked my mouth to hers, kissing us both breathless. “Go tell Donnie yes, and let’s get the hell out of here.”
THIRTEEN
OLIVIA
“What room did they give us?” I asked, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice as Tyler and I made our way down the long hallway connecting the restaurant to the hotel elevators. Considering how we attacked each other against a wall only moments ago, it was laughable that we couldn’t make eye contact now. The best thing for both of us was probably to cool off.
But that wasn’t going to happen. The minute we slipped the key card into the lock, nothing would be the same. Everything had already changed.
“Three twenty-six,” he answered, wholly focused on the elevator call button. He fiddled the white key card back and forth between his fingers until the loud ding startled us. He gestured for me to walk in, and I kept my gaze straight ahead as I turned to lean against the elevator wall.
Tyler seemed to be back to his old self with his rigid shoulders, impatience evident in every huff he made until we stopped on the third floor. I missed the carefree guy he was only minutes ago. We’d both become versions of ourselves that we didn’t recognize tonight. The evening went exactly as it should have, and there was nothing else in it for either of us.
Or there shouldn’t have been.
When the elevator opened on our floor, he stepped out, his hand hovering over the door for it to stay open as I made my way out of the elevator. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry, as I followed him to our room.
I knew what I wanted tonight, but as my gaze lingered on the hallway’s ugly carpet pattern, I vowed to go with the flow and not force anything. Sure, Tyler said he wanted me during a heated moment, but maybe he’d gotten his senses back as the wedding came to a close. I’d take the nice memory, try to get some sleep even though Tyler would be only feet away from me, and move along with life.
When the lock beeped open, the first things I noticed were the two queen-sized beds. Relief and disappointment swirled through me as Tyler double-locked the door behind us.
“I told you they’d give us two beds.” I laid my purse on the chair next to the desk. “This dress will be interesting to sleep in—”
Tyler cut me off with a kiss as he backed me against the wall.
“You aren’t sleeping in this dress or by yourself.” His hand drifted down my cheek, coasting down my neck, over my breast. “I don’t think either of us is sleeping much at all tonight. Sure you’re all right with that?”
His gaze was pinched, his eyes raking over me as if I were his last meal and he was dying to take a bite. To keep Tyler looking at me like that, just for a little while longer, I was so fucking sure.
Our mouths crashed together as I nodded, tearing at the buttons on his jacket until I yanked it off his shoulders.
“Where’s the zipper?” He grunted out as his hand skated up my thigh, spreading the already high slit wide enough to hear a tear.
“On the side,” I breathed out, breaking from his embrace to feel around for the top. He swatted my hand away, holding my eyes as he tugged it down, the whir of the zipper and our ragged breathing the only sounds in the room.
He smoothed the dress off my shoulders until it fell, pooling at my feet.
“Jesus Christ. Look at you.” He exhaled a long breath as his eyes roamed over my body. Chills and fire broke out on my skin along the path of his gaze. My bra and panties were still on, but I never felt more bare and exposed.
“Like what you see, Bennett?” I teased as I reached back to unhook my bra, but Tyler caught my hands.
“All me tonight, sugar.” He shot me a lopsided grin and pulled me flush against his body, sliding his hands to my back. My breath caught in my throat as he unfastened one hook at a time, then tossed it on the floor next to my dress.
“So beautiful,” he rasped, framing my face. “It was always so goddamn unfair how beautiful you are.”
I gulped down the sudden lump scratching at the back of my throat. His mouth came back to mine as I slid his tie off and opened the buttons on his shirt.
“Wow,” was all I could say. Tyler was all hard muscle, his skin smooth and hot under my fingertips. I feathered my hand down his chest, over the dusting of soft dark hair and down the V tempting me into his pants. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to touch him. I’d leave this room ruined, but I’d worry about that later. Right now, I wanted him every single way I could have him before the reality of who we really were came up with the sun tomorrow.
Tyler picked me up by the waist, dragging me over to the bed until we both fell back onto the mattress. For our entire lives, we’d had this constant competition. Each of us needed to have the last word and be in control during whatever dumb squabble we’d gotten into, mostly started by me over the years. One would go to walk away, the other would say something, and we’d be right back at it. From age five until adulthood, that was how we rolled. It exhausted us and everyone nearby.
Tyler wasn’t one-upping me by holding my hands over my head as he ran his mouth all over my body, taking a nipple between his teeth and grazing his hard cock against my core. And when his lips came back to mine as he groaned into my mouth, our tongues tangling not in battle but in hunger, for the first time ever I submitted. And gladly.
Thiswas the high I’d been chasing all my life.
