"I need you to promise me something," he said.
Somehow she managed to nod.
"Promise me you'll tell me if you want me to stop. No matter what." Deep within her chest, something full and sweet began to blossom.
"I promise."
An instant later, he cupped her breasts in his big hands. She rubbed against him, pressing herself into his palms, and he stroked her with the tips of his fingers.
"Is this okay?" he said in a low voice.
He already knew the answer, but part of their dance was hearing her say it aloud. She gasped as his thumb and forefinger found her nipples. Her legs were shaky and she leaned into him, into his huge erection, for support.
"It's perfect."
A breath before his mouth came down on her neck, he said, "You're perfect," and then he was nipping at all the sensitive spots he'd remembered for ten long years. All the while he cupped and stroked and caressed her breasts, which seemed to grow fuller, her nipples harder, with every kiss.
"I want more," he said softly and she pushed her hips into his as a silent "Yes." In a moment, her dress fell to the terra-cotta tiles.
His gaze roved up her legs, her hips, her back, burning a path of sensual destruction. She hadn't been able to resist putting on her sexiest panties, sheer black lace that revealed most of her bottom. She'd told herself she hadn't worn them with the intention of Ty ever seeing them, but now, as she stood before him gripping tightly to the cool rail, she knew she had.
Every single thing she'd done since he'd reentered her world had been with the intention of seduction. Every movement, everything she'd said, everything she'd thought, had been about fulfilling temptation.
She wanted him to want her.
And he did.
She wanted pleasure.
And he would give it to her.
She turned her head slightly and he pounced. His mouth claimed hers, and one hand curved around her rib cage to fondle her breasts again. Please, she begged silently, please touch me between my legs. Answering her prayers, his free hand began the slow trip past her belly button, under the thin triangle of lace, and found her already wet and slick, ready for everything he would give her before the night was through. His palm cupped her, one finger dipping between her folds. She arched her breasts into one hand, pressed her hips against the other. He tortured her with pleasure, building her desire higher, until she thought she'd scream.
His mouth moved from her lips down to that sensitive spot behind her ear. "Come for me, sweetheart," he whispered and his soft plea pushed her over the peak into an explosive climax. Her muscles clenched around his long, thick finger as an orgasm rocked through her. She didn't even care if anyone walked outside, looked up, caught them; if anything, the idea excited her.
She turned in his arms, her naked skin brushing against his suit, and reached up to hold his face in her hands.
"I want you naked. Now."
He groaned, and kissed her hard as she slipped her hands under his jacket and pushed it off to fall on top of her dress. She undid the buttons of his crisp, white shirt, and popped his cufflinks off, her hands eager to run across the wide, smooth expanse of his chest, over his strong shoulders, down to his hips, then back up his well-muscled back.
"And then," she said, "I want you inside me."
"There is a God," he said, then groaned as she pulled his shirt off and pressed a hot kiss to his solar plexus.
"More," she said, undoing his slacks. She wouldn't be satisfied until all of Ty's perfection was laid bare before her.
"Looks like I just have to take care of one last thing," she said, looking at his boxer shorts. She loved the way his cock was pushing toward her through the thin cotton, loved how close she was to having what she wanted, what she'd literally dreamed of.
"One very important thing," Ty said, and she laughed. Sex and laughter had never been partners in her experience with men; even with Ty on grad night she'd mostly felt awe, fear, excitement, and arousal.
She didn't remember joy bubbling up from an endless fountain.
Still smiling, she gently pulled the waistband of his boxers over his erection. Sweet Lord, he was big. And oh so beautiful.
Her memory hadn't even come close to the magnificent reality.
Ty's cock was a masterpiece.
She wrapped her fingers around him, sliding her hand up and down the thick, heated length. Ty's thigh muscles tensed.
"Don't get me wrong, honey, what you're doing right now is way up there on my list. But—" She loosened her grip on his throbbing erection. As much fun as it would have been to know that she had the power to make him come, she didn't want to lose the chance to take him inside her.
"Please tell me you have a condom on you," she said. If ever there was a time for Ty to live up to his reputation as a lady-killer of epic proportions, it was now. She hadn't brought one, of course, because that would have meant admitting to herself that she intended to have sex with him. Ty bent down and pulled one out of his inside jacket pocket. In a flash, he'd ripped open the package and slid it onto his shaft.
Looking at the six-plus feet of raw power standing before her, Julie lost her breath. She forgot all about celebrity exposes, forgot about the job she was supposed to be doing tonight, forgot anything but her need to be held by him.
"Here?" he asked. "Against the rail?"
She looked up from his huge, attention-grabbing erection into his eyes.
"Right here."
"Put your arms around my neck," he directed, and she was one step ahead of him, wrapping her legs around his hips too. She loved the way he supported her weight, cupped her flesh in his hands.
"I won't let you fall," he promised.
"I know."
She opened up to him, taking the tip of his dick inside. She was so wet, so ready for him, in a way that she'd never been for any other man. His muscles tightened as he held her in place on the tip of his shaft. Julie was glad for his endless weight training, his long, hard workouts. No other man could have held her captive like this, on the verge of swallowing him whole.
But Ty could. And she loved it.
"Do you want to hear me beg?" he asked, his words holding an edge she hadn't heard before. Gone was the charming rogue. In its place was the warrior who knew the limits to his restraint and was issuing a sensual warning.
She couldn't be so cruel, so she took him in another inch.
Then all hell broke loose.
His hips pushed into hers, and she couldn't resist taking everything he offered, every last ounce of pleasure. She clung greedily to him as he pushed her back into the balcony's railing and pounded deep into her, then deeper still.
His name was on her lips as she began climbing again, higher and higher, loving the way his dick grew bigger and harder with every stroke.
He used his hands to pivot her hips up and down and rock her clitoris against his pelvic bone. It was good, so good.
"Ty!" she whispered frantically, wanting to scream with pleasure.
"I'm right there with you, sweetheart."
From deep inside her, her climax exploded, her muscles clenching Ty's erection. His shout was muffled by her hair as he plunged into her one final time, protecting her from the metal railing with his knuckles.
Even through the thick haze of her own orgasm, she loved the way his cock pulsed into her. A part of her mourned the thin separation of the condom between them.
She'd never experienced anything so wonderful in all her life. But as sanity returned, she knew that this one time was all she could risk. No matter how much she yearned otherwise.