“Fuck, little mouse, you’re driving me crazy,” I growl against her throat. “Are you sure this is something you want? I told you I’d take it slow with you. I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not ready for.”
“I want this,” she says, tightening her legs around my waist. “I want you, Tyler.”
The way she says my name makes my cock throb. I’ve never been this turned on by a woman just saying my fucking name. But coming from her lips, it’s like a drug.
“You sure?” I ask again, needing to be certain.
She nods, those big brown eyes staring up at me filled with trust. That look alone has me ready to do anything for her.
“I need the words, little mouse.” No way was I doing anything with her nodding her answer.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m sure.”
That’s all I need to hear. I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently. My body covers hers as I settle between her thighs. The weight of me pressing her into the mattress pulls a soft moan from her lips that I swallow with my mouth.
My hand slides under her shirt, feeling the soft, delicate skin I’ve wanted to worship since the moment I saw her at Rodeo Roundup when she’d come in to see Amelia.
I stroke my fingers over her warm skin, and she shivers beneath me. Her breath catches when my fingers skim over her ribs, moving higher toward her breast. I pull back to look at her face, needing to see her expression, the look of desire and lust filling her eyes.
“You tell me to stop at any time, and I will,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intend. I don’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever.
Della nods, her eyes wide and trusting. “I know you will.”
That trust hits me square in the chest. No one has ever looked at me the way she does. Like I’m someone worthy of it. I’ve been Shadow for so long . . . the VP who takes care of business, who doesn’t hesitate to do what’s needed . . . that I sometimes forget there’s still Tyler King underneath.
I capture her lips again as I cup her breast over her bra. She arches into my touch, a soft whimper escaping her. I swallow the sound, savoring it as much as possible.
I know she’s no virgin and that she’s had sex since the . . . fuck, I won’t even think about it right now. No way am I going to ruin this first time with my woman, thinking about the time she was raped. I even met the man she’d been with before me. Not that I’d call him a man, at least not a man like me. He was more of a douchebag in a suit.
Breaking my lips from hers, I lick, nip, and pepper kisses long her jawline, down her neck, and farther still to where the crease meets her shoulder.
Damn, she smells good. Tastes even better. I can’t wait to get my hands between her thighs. Even more, I can’t wait to get my mouth there and taste the sweet nectar I know I’ll find.
I lift enough off of her to start removing her clothes when a sharp knock comes at the door.
“Fuck.” I growl.
“VP, you’re needed out here,” Tormentor booms.
“You better go,” Della whispers.
“I don’t want to, but he wouldn’t be interrupting us if it wasn’t important,” I tell her, stroking a hand over her cheek. “We’ll finish this later. Stay in here until I come get you, okay?”
Della nods and gives me a small smile.
I dip down and kiss her once more before rolling off and out of the bed as another knock comes at the door.
I don’t bother saying anything. Instead, I yank it open and snarl, “This better be damn good.”
“Stupid bitch.” That’s all Tormentor sneers and hurries back toward the main room.
“Fuck.” I shake my head and step out of the room, not bothering to lock it, and follow after my brother. Anger coursing through my veins. What the hell is going on now?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Della
The last thing I want to be doing right now is sitting in Shadow’s room alone. Not because I’m unnerved or even frustrated about the state of desire coursing through me. It was the fact that we’d been about to have sex . . . here, where so many people could have heard us.
