I can’t explain why I feel the way I feel. It was just a fucking kiss. No more, no less. I don’t have a monopoly over himbecause of it. He’s young, wealthy, successful, and very attractive. He deserves to have as much fun as I do.
Those emeralds flick up to me, a smirk pulling at his lips
Looking at Connor who still has his eyes on me, I plaster a smile as I slowly glide my hands up his arms, feeling the cords of muscles along the way. He tugs me closer where I can smell the cedarwood of his cologne with a touch of sweat. Warm, but so unfamiliar.
In the dim background, Tyler watches us intently. I canfeelhis eyes on me even if I’m not looking.
Am I making you jealous, Tyler?
The smile he had dissipates with a flex of his jaw. The girl in front of him runs a hand up his chest, trying to regain his attention. He snatches her wrist, his eyes flicking to her as he murmurs something and then moves his focus back to me, fuming with wild rage.
I bring my attention back to Connor, trying to re-emerge myself in the moment. To allow myself this after denying myself for so long. So I force a smile, place my hand on his chest and try to combat the memories that are fighting for my attention.
Connor grabs my hand, spinning me around so that my ass is pressed to his groin. It’s evident his plans for me considering the bulge I feel pressing into me. We sway back and forth as he tilts my head to the side—exposing my scar.
My body stiffens, but Connor has no clue into my body cues as he continues to try and nuzzle his way to the sensitive skin of my neck. My heart thrums against my chest in panic, pumping it through my veins like ice, freezing me in place.
I know it isn’t his fault. It’smine.I am not ready for this.
The strobe lights dance around relentlessly, making my vision blind and compromised. In the haze of my spiraling thoughts, I see Tyler pushing through the mess of people. My perfect predator, ready to come claim his prey. His voice filters through the music and crowd, thawing the fear that oncewrapped around my bones, leaving me frozen, and once again I can move.
I don’t even need to look behind me to know it’s him. I feel a sense of ease come over my body at the familiarity of his own.
Connor's body is replaced with Tyler’s after a few indistinct murmurs. It doesn’t take long before those scarred hands are gripping my hips, moving up my arms and wrapping around my neck. My head leans back into his chest, flushing our bodies together like two puzzle pieces that actually fit. That aresupposedto fit.
“Eyes on me, little fire.”
Gently, he tilts my head, exposing my scar. He is not only trying to prove something to himself, but to me, too, as he places his warm lips on the tender flesh.
“Funny how your body justwantsmine,” he murmurs. He grabs my arm, dragging me through the crowds as we navigate our way to the rooftop into the cold October night.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
SUNNY
Our hurried stepsare halted when he links an arm around my waist and throws me against a wall. He grips my face and meets my stare with something wild flaring in his green eyes.
“Tell me, Sunny, is that what you want? A man like Connor all over you? Don’t lie to me, because I’ll know if you do. Your body will tell me the truth even if you don’t. Your body isn’t very good atlying.”
I swallow hard, trying to formulate words that don’t seem to come, or that I want to admit.I want a man like you all over my body. But my anger gets the best of me.
“Tyler.” I shove my hands against his chest in an attempt to push him off.
He grabs my wrist, spinning me around so my chest and face are pressed against the cold cement of the wall. With both of my wrists behind my back in one of his hands, he places the other against the wall next to my head.
“Don’t think for one second I’m okay watching you with another man’s hands all over you,” he murmurs in my ear. “If it happens again, he will no longerhaveany hands.”
He gently places his lips on the sensitive spot between my collar and jaw, whispering against my skin, “It doesn’t hurt with me, does it baby?”
My thighs squeeze together but words refuse to leave my mouth. One of his legs goes between mine, kicking them open. “Do you need a release, little fire?”
I shouldn’t want it like this after everything with Ryan, but because I trust Tyler, it’s all I want. Desperately, I want those deep, dark, depraved parts of him. I’m not scared of what he is offering me, even if it feels like I’m looking at my biggest fucking predator in the eyes.
“Let me hear that body beg, baby.” He nips at my neck while a hand ventures down the waistband of my scrubs. “Is this what you need? You need my fingers inside that perfect pussy? You need me to fuck that cunt to take this writhing edge off?”
My body trembles while my breathing grows heavier and faster, anticipation rising for his fingers. The hard length of him presses against me, indicating his need for me, too.
I realize the feeling it gives me can easily become addicting. I can make a man like Tyler so furious, so needy, so fucking flustered just by dancing with another man. It makes me feel…powerful.
