She lowered her voice so his driver, Jose, couldn't hear them. "You know how fantastic you were up on the roof."
"Tell me more," he said and she looked pointedly at the front seat. He pressed a button on the armrest and the glass divider between the front and back seats slid closed. The faint buzz of the talk radio station Jose was listening to disappeared.
"Trust me, he can't hear us."
She shifted as far away from Ty as her seat belt allowed. "I can't ... do anything. Not while he's still here."
Ty relaxed back into his leather seat and she marveled at how nothing seemed to faze him. Here she was burning up with desire, wondering how she was possibly going to make it through the entire drive home without climbing on Ty's lap and riding him like a cowgirl, and he looked completely relaxed.
"He can't read lips," Ty said.
Her brain was a step behind her hormones. "I don't get it." Then she blushed. "Oh!" He grinned again, the lazy look of a cat who has already gotten the cream. And wouldn't mind the cherry on top for dessert.
"I'm happy to get us started," he offered and she tried to focus on something other than his perfect mouth, his big, strong hands, the telltale bulge in his pants.
"Go ahead. I can't stop you." She'd be sorely disappointed now if they didn't see this game through to its inevitably sexy outcome.
"I wish you hadn't worn that outfit tonight."
"Why?"
"Covering up all that gorgeousness. It felt like you were punishing me." She blushed again. That was exactly what she'd intended to do.
"But that was before I realized how hot it would be to unwrap you."
Julie clenched her thighs together as wet warmth seeped from her core. Her mouth had gone dry and her heart was racing.
"Your turn," Ty said.
She clamped her lips together. Shook her head. "I don't know how." But he was persuasive. "The more I know about what makes you feel good, the better I can make you feel."
She practically had an orgasm right then and there.
"Tell me what you liked," he urged. Everything. But she couldn't tell him that. So then why were the words "I liked everything" bouncing around the limo?
He didn't smile now, just sat there with every muscle tensed.
For the first time, Julie realized she could be in control. If she forgot about being the perfect lady and gave in to her sexuality, she could turn this game around, pin Ty in a corner of desire.
"Tell me what I should have done differently," he said.
She inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of their lovemaking, the hint of cedar and spice that would always make her think of him.
"Nothing."
His voice was soft. "Then tell me what to do next."
She couldn't have formed words if there was a gun to her head.
"Tell me what you want me to do when we get back to your house, when we're all alone again. Just you and me."
He was doing it again, taking control of her mind, her entire body, and it was so hard for her to remember that she could have the same kind of power over him.
She shifted so that the hem of her dress rose up her thigh several inches. She played with the pearls at her neck to focus Ty's attention on her breasts and throw him off just as much as he'd thrown her.
"I want to take a bath."
A small muscle jumped in his jaw. Julie held back a victorious smile. "Together." He shifted uncomfortably, betraying his pent-up sexual energy.
Something wild and new bloomed into life within Julie's chest. For the first time ever, she had free reign to create and express her sexual fantasies. Nothing would shock Ty—yet she didn't feel like she needed to be kinky to impress him, either.
She could just be herself.
Ty obviously had faith in her unleashed sensuality, and if she did exactly what she wanted to really do, the next two weeks with Ty could be a little scary.
And incredibly exciting.
"Tell me more," he begged.
"Patience is a virtue," she teased. "Especially when it comes to pleasure." He spread his legs, revealing his arousal. "I haven't wanted to play with myself this bad since I was a kid."
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, hiding a smile.
"Hell no!"
"Good. Because before we bathe, you're going to take off your clothes while I watch. Don't forget to flex a little, show off for me."
"Will do," he murmured.
"Do you want to know what would really turn me on?"
"More than anything."
"I want you to get into the tub first. I want to know you're waiting for me, hard and ready, while I slowly undress."
He swallowed hard and she wanted to press a kiss to his Adam's apple, wanted to run her tongue over every inch of his body.
"And then what?"
She closed her eyes, laid her head back against the leather headrest. "And then I'm going to sink down on your cock and fuck your brains out."
She could hear his rapid breathing, which matched hers. Her pulse was jumping and she was this close to forgetting about his driver having a front-seat view to their sex show. The slightest touch from Ty and she was going to explode.
After what had to have been the longest wait of her life, they finally pulled up to her curb. She wasn't normally rude enough to shoot out of the car and run up her steps without thanking the driver, but she'd apologize to Jose later.
She'd just turned the key in her lock when Ty's hand snaked around hers and opened the door. Next thing she knew, they were inside her foyer and she was up against the wall with her dress pushed up to her waist.
"I really, really like your bathtub plan," he said, "but I'm afraid I'm not going to make it any farther than your front door."
A hot wave of arousal hit her and she ripped at his pants and shirt as he pulled another condom out of his jacket and ripped it open.
"Hurry," she said and a moment later he was shoving the crotch of her panties aside, and she was wrapping her legs around him again. He plunged his enormous erection all the way in, then out, then in again, harder, deeper this time, and she was crying out his name, begging him for more, sobbing as the orgasm she'd been waiting for shook her whole body. Again and again he rocked into her, until he stilled and she felt him pulsing inside her.
Yet again she gave thanks for his powerful physique, for the job that had perfectly trained him to hold her as if she weighed nothing at all.
His torn clothes lay on the floor, ripped apart by her greedy, lusty hands.
"I hope you packed more than one suit," she teased.
His soft chuckle reverberated through her rib cage.
At last, she understood why so many women pursued Ty, why they were willing to give up anything for one night—or more, if they were fortunate—with him. He knew how to make a woman feel good. Not just how to give her pleasure, but also how to tap into her inner vixen and laugh with her at the same time.
Last week she never would have admitted that he was more than a playboy jock who could barely add or spell. But now she knew that Ty Calhoun was so much more complicated and wonderful than he ever let people know. Her stomach hurt when she thought about going their separate ways once her assignment had ended and his new season started.
Still, she had nearly two weeks with the most sexually fulfilling man on the planet, and she was going to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from them. As long as she didn't make the mistake of letting herself fall in love with him, she'd be just fine.
"Ready for that bath?" she asked, smiling as he carried her down the hall.