I feel so stupid.
Tossing and turning, I decide it’s useless. Sleep is not going to come to me. So, I roll out of bed, realizing all I’m wearing is one of Tyler’s t-shirts and my underwear. I don’t care, because I need to get up and dosomething.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen and see Tyler sitting on the counter, his head hanging low between his shoulders as he toys a glass of water in his hand.
“We somehow always run into one another here, don’t we?” I say, and all of a sudden I become very aware of my lack of clothing.
“Are you okay?” His words are barely a whisper.
“I just needed some water.” I open the fridge.
“I’ve heard that excuse before.” He eyes me with a small smile. “Why did you bring him here tonight?”
I blink. “Why not?”
Grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge, I watch him, waiting for a response. A flicker of pain comes and goes across his face, and he doesn’t say anything else.
“Goodnight, Tyler.” I walk toward the staircase.
I hear him slide off the counter, gently grabbing my arm to stop me in my tracks. “Is that what you want Sunny? A guy like Connor?”
We stand in the dark living room, save for the dying fire which creates a soft glow on his face. He takes a step into me, making my back push up against the wall under the staircase.
His emeralds darken as his brows crease together, studying me. Darkness lurks around us.In him. A man so filled with darkness, trying to find light.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I challenge his stare. This only grows his smirk while he threads his fingers through mine and gently spins me.
“Let me see you in my shirt.” He presses my back to the wall under the staircase, caging me there with an arm braced against it. “What do you want, Sunny?”
His fingers dance along my arm. His eyes flick to my lips then back to my gaze where we stare at one another. My fight to hide his effect on me fails when goosebumps cascade along myskin. A smile toys at the side of his mouth, realizing what he does to me.
“I want… fun. No strings attached. I wantrelease.”
Maybe we can do this. Maybe we can just be one another’s release. Friends with benefits—a way to suffice in a time where all we can give is this.
“What kind of fun?” His calloused fingers trace along the bare skin of my thigh.
“You know what I mean.” I look up at him, despite the fact my voice quivers. His fingers feel like they’re burning lines on my thigh, regardless how intimate and gentle the touch is. A contrast to the needy, desperate, possessive touches on Halloween night. It makes me wonder what he’d be like should he actually take his time.
A feline smile slowly spreads across his face, curving that scar that I love so much. Leaning into me, he slowly grazes his lips along the side of my cheek, down my neck, giving light, airbrushed kisses.
“Like this?” he whispers in the crook of my neck.
Yes.
His hands venture to my hips, running up my waist, pulling his t-shirt up and exposing my black underwear underneath.
“I like when you wear my things.” He lets the t-shirt fall back down, draping the tops of my thighs.
A squeeze of my thighs does nothing to stop the ache, and tells me exactly how soaked I unfortunately am. I bite my lip to stop my protest. I asked for fun, and he’s going to give it to me. Not even a touch of fear that bleeds from my past stains this moment. No, this…this I want more of.I want more of you.
“Is this what you want?” His hand finds its place between my legs. “because you know I can give it to you, little fire.”
You’d think the damp panties would be embarrassing, but it’s not. Iwanthim to know how turned on he makes me fucking feel.
“These are soaked,” he breathes.
Feral desire clouds his eyes, like he’s ready to pounce on my command. Ready to give me what I want and to take what he needs.
