“I’ll give them a recommendation, but admittedly I’ve had better,” I rambled as I grabbed two coffee mugs from the cabinet. “But that could be my bias. I’m always harder on Italian and Spanish restaurants because I know how everything is supposed to be made.”
“So Cleopatra is a hard-ass.”
I wasn’t calm enough to look back at Tyler yet, but the heat from his presence behind me was enough to kick up my heart rate.
“Cleopatra needs to be impressed. Tonight was good enough. The pasta was pretty good, but the dessert wasn’t worth the calories. Not that I have to worry anymore, right?”
I sputtered out a nervous chuckle, then he snaked an arm around my waist, and I breathed out an embarrassing moan when he brushed my hair off my shoulder. I was keyed up in so many ways. The right thing to do would be to take it slow, ease into this very unexpected situation and get to know each other on a new level the right way.
The right way flew right out the window the second Tyler’s lips ran down my neck.
“Relax, sugar,” he crooned as he dragged open-mouthed kisses across my nape. I white-knuckled the counter as I slumped against him, rubbing against the hardness poking at my back.
“I told you, I’m like a stick of dynamite right now… Ah, right there,” I panted as he dove into the crook of my neck.
“When weren’t you a stick of dynamite? Always too hot to handle.”
I whimpered when his hands drifted down my hips.
“I… I want to do this the right way. I don’t want to rush in and lose you,” I confessed, reaching back and gliding my hand up Tyler’s leg to press him against me.
He stilled, cupping my chin. “You won’t. I’m sorry for being forward, but after all those weeks of fighting to not touch you, I’m about ready to lose it.” Our mouths were so close together that our lips brushed. “But I’ll stop if you want me to—”
I cut him off with a kiss, keeping my lips on his as I swiveled around and fisted the collar of his shirt to bring him closer.
“I don’t,” I murmured against his mouth as his hands roamed my body, caressing my stomach with a sensual reverence. It was impetuous and crazy, but at that moment, I didn’t know any other way to be.
When it came to Tyler, I never did.
“You said you’re quick to arousal. How quickly can you come?” he asked as his palm skated up my bare thigh.
“I’m not sure,” I answered between kisses. “As I’m halfway there just by the question, I’d say pretty damn quick.”
I gasped when he slid his hand inside my panties, drifting a finger along my soaked skin.
“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding.” He moved faster, drawing a circle around my clit until it pebbled against his finger. I slipped as my knees gave out, leaning back on the counter to keep steady. “That’s it. Get wet for me.”
“I’m always wet for you,” I admitted in a scratchy whisper. Another long moan escaped me when he slid a finger deep inside.
“Okay?” he asked with a concerned furrow on his brow.
“More,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded. I covered my mouth with my hand when he slipped a second finger inside, curling them both as his thumb stayed on my clit. An orgasm hit me fast as my hips bucked against him. The kitchen spun as I dropped my head against Tyler’s chest, trying to catch my breath.
“‘Sugar’ again?” I teased in a raspy, breathless whisper.
He smiled and pulled my mouth back to his, kissing me slow and deep. “Problem?”
“Not if you keep doing that to me while you call me that.” I pushed against his chest and sank to my wobbly knees.
Tyler’s eyes grew wide, peering down at me as if I was about to give him the best present of his life. “Olivia…” he said as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. “We could move to the living room where there’s a carpet.”
My heart warmed at his consideration for my kneecaps while his dick pulsed against my hand.
“I’ve waited too long, and I don’t care. Relax, sugar.” I dragged his pants down his thighs and took him into my mouth in one gulp. I wanted to be seductive, lick the tip and tease my tongue up and down his length, but I needed to bring him to the edge now, to drive him completely crazy and fill his world with nothing but me.
That was a constant that hadn’t changed—and never would.
Tyler’s tortured grunts and groans grew louder the harder I sucked. My eyes teared when he poked at the back of my throat, but I didn’t care. I eased him out of my mouth, peeking up at him before I took him all in again. He reached over me and grabbed the counter I’d clutched a few moments ago, the back of his legs tightening every time he grew harder in my mouth.
