Bending his knees, he rolled his hips into mine, and we both moaned when his hard length rubbed against me.
Of their own accord, my hands slid under his shirt to the warm skin beneath. Hard muscle met my palms, tightening everywhere I touched. I wanted to feel every inch of him,tasteevery inch of him, and with that thought in mind, I reached to undo his jeans.
“Ailee.” He moaned my name. “Ah, God. Let me take you somewhere less public.”
I completely agreed with that plan. But first, I slid my hand down the front of his jeans and…holy shit. I found him, and he slid into my palm perfectly. He was soft and thick and hard. So hard. Moisture dripped from the tip, and I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him.
Tyler’s hands were on my breasts over my sweater, and his lips were on my neck. Kissing. Biting. Working me up. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the music, or both, but I was bound and determined to have this man. Tonight. Right now. Consequences be damned. I’d bemoan my slutty actions to Stef’s perky ears tomorrow over mimosas.
With my free hand, I pushed on his chest until he took a step back. Cold rain hit my face and neck, cooling my already damp skin.
Tyler blinked hard, confusion marring his features until I pushed the flaps of his jeans open more and pulled him completely free. He pulsed in my hand, thick and hot, and his eyes widened when he realized what I meant to do.
Though my heart was pounding with more than lust, I ignored the voice in my head asking me what the hell I was doing and took him into my mouth. He was salty sweet and burning hot, his hands tight in my hair even as he tried to tell me to stop before someone saw us.
I scraped my teeth lightly along his length, and his hips bucked forward, sending him deeper into my mouth. Closing my lips around him, I reveled in the power flowing through me. I never knew it would feel this way, this empowering, to do this act to a man. I’d never done it to my husband. I’d never had the desire, and he’d never asked. Sex with him had been lukewarm at best. Just the basics.
Sex with Tyler was volcanic.
And we hadn’t even gotten to the good part, yet.
“Ailee, you need to stop. Please.” He moaned as he thrust into my mouth one more time before he tightened his hold on my head and pulled me away. I tried to shake him off, but he was having none of it. “That feels so fucking good, Ailee.” The words were staggered around hard breaths. “You have no fucking idea, but I’m not coming in your mouth outside a casino in the rain.”
Embarrassment swept through me. It was a learned reaction from my past relationship, and I recognized that. There was no reason for the shame I was feeling. I was a full-grown woman, and there was nothing wrong with two consenting adults enjoying each other’s bodies. And yet, I felt like a teenager being turned away by my crush I’d finally managed to coerce into a dark corner at a party because he had no better options, but then decided I just wasn’t worth it.
His hands came to either side of my face and he lifted my head, forcing me to look at him. “No, ‘lee. Don’t do that. Don’t do that, sweetheart.”
I tried to look away. Unable to say anything around all the thoughts cluttered in my head and my blood still screaming through my veins, needing release.
But he wouldn’t let me. “Look at me. Look at me.”
I raised my eyes, fighting back tears.
“This thing that’s happening right here, this thing between us. God, Ailee. It’s like nothing I’ve ever fucking experienced before. You make me feel like I would fight anyone who would dare to look at you the wrong way, and at the same time, I want to fall to my knees every time you walk into the room. There is nothing,nothing, I want more than to back you up against this wall and push deep inside of you, but I won’t cheapen what we have by sharing this with anyone who might walk around the corner.”
I finally found my voice. “I’d be okay with that.”
He laughed, a rich, deep sound of pure joy that brought a smile to my face and set my heart to pounding.
When he finally sobered, he searched my face again. “Let’s go find somewhere a little quieter where we can be alone.”
“We can go to my place. It’s closer.”
He smiled and his eyes softened. “Yeah. Let’s go to your place.”
The bus ride home took three hundred and twenty years. Tyler sat in the aisle seat, with his body turned toward me to block the view of his hand working its way up my thigh and his eyes hungrily devouring my body. But eventually, I was opening the door to my apartment and Tyler was following me inside.
I took off my coat and laid it over the kitchen chair, then turned to watch Tyler as he did the same, feeling suddenly shy. “Would you like something to drink?”
He touched my jaw with his fingertips. “That would be great. Do you have any coffee?”
“I have tea?”
“That’ll work.”
After all the hot and heavy outside the casino, my anxiety was back. Tyler seemed to sense it, backing off and pulling out a chair. He sat down at my kitchen table, looking for all the world like he belonged there as I made our tea.
“So. How long were you married?”
