Her eyes burned into mine, lit with a fierce, beaming clarity that made my blood hum. There was no hesitation left in her, no flickering doubt. “I’m sure, Tyler,” she whispered, her breathhitching as she reached up to tether herself to me. “I need this. I need you.”
That was the breaking point. The last thread of my restraint snapped, replaced by a surge of adrenaline that made every nerve ending in my body ignite. There was no doubt this time. She wasn’t running, and she wasn't hiding behind a professional mask. She’d walked across that hallway. She’d chosen me.
“Good.” My voice was wrecked. I let my gaze drag down her body and back up hungrily. “Then no more pretending. But I need to warn you, baby.”
She shuddered when my fingers found her again, tracing the tan skin of her arms, moving over the delicate slope of her shoulders, and sliding down the elegant, tense line of her back. She melted into me then, her resistance dissolving into a soft, broken exhale that was the only sound in the room.
The world outside that door ceased to exist. Everything—the tour, the cameras—replaced by a heavy, suffocating heat that seemed to radiate from the very air between us.
We weren't just crossing a line; we were obliterating it.
“This won’t be gentle. I’m gonna fuck you until you forget every other man who ever touched you.”
Her lips parted with a stunned gasp.
“I mean it,” I murmured, pinning her with my stare. “You sure about this?”
“Yes.” Her voice cracked. “Tyler, please.”
“Oh, baby,” I groaned, dragging her flush against me. “You have no idea what you just signed up for.”
I lifted her, hands under her thighs, her body finally wrapping around me like it belonged there. My towel slipped, and my cock pressed hard against the soft heat of her stomach, the second she felt me, she arched into the contact. She let out a soft whimper of pure, unadulterated need that nearly sent me tomy knees. It was the sound of her finally letting go, of the last of her walls crumbling into dust.
Her pulse beat against my lips when I kissed the hollow of her throat. The scent of her skin filled my lungs until I was dizzy.
I carried her to the bed and lay her down like she was something sacred. Her hair spilled across my pillow, lips swollen from kissing me, her chest rising in these shallow little breaths that told me she was holding on by a thread.
I didn’t touch her for a full heartbeat. I just looked at her.
I knelt between her legs, kissing her again as I lifted her shirt over her head, revealing breasts that were way more fucking perfect than the version I’d imagined in my mind. My fingers skimmed down her stomach to the lace edging her panties beneath her shorts.
“I’ve thought about this,” I whispered against her lips. “Dreamt about you in my bed, wet for me.”
Her gasp lit my veins on fire. My fingers traced the lace first, slow enough to feel every tremble. The fabric was soaked, clinging to her.
I teased her shorts and panties down, baring her inch by inch to the cool air. She melted around me instantly.
Her hips jerked involuntarily as I pushed my fingers into her. “Tyler…”
“Oh, baby,” I muttered, curling my fingers just right inside her, I watched the pleasure ripple through her, a visible wave that started in her chest and ended in the tight grip of her thighs. “I’ve been aching to make you come.”
She stilled slightly, cheeks reddened with a sudden, flickering bashfulness. “I—um. I usually don’t.”
I froze, confused at the sudden hesitation. “Don’t what?”
Her voice was small, edged with a trace of old humiliation that made my blood boil on her behalf. “Come. Not…from sex, I mean. Not easily.”
A slow, salacious smile pulled at my mouth. “Oh, honey,” I murmured, curling deeper, savoring the way she writhed. “You have no fucking idea what I’m about to do for you.” I knew right then, I needed to be the one to rewrite every memory she’d been given.
Her eyes widened.
“I want every noise you make tonight,” I told her. “Every shake of your thighs, every whimper, I need to hear every sound you make when you beg me not to stop. Got it?”
She nodded, breath trembling.
“Good girl.”
I slipped my fingers out and reached for my nightstand drawer. “Do you want me to use a condom?” I always did, I wasn’t stupid, but this was her. It felt like asking permission to breathe.
