God, yes. Even harder.
As if she’d read his mind, she sucked on one tip before mimicking his earlier action and biting the muscle of his pec.
His entire body jerked in reaction and a growl rumbled in his chest. He felt her shiver, hands clenching around his biceps.
After several long seconds, she began to work her way up his body, placing kisses along his collarbone and neck. Her warm lips left a trail of zinging sensation that threatened his control. When she nipped at his earlobe, he groaned as his body absorbed the pleasure.
He had the almost overpowering urge to strip her naked and fuck her until they couldn’t move. And then he’d flip her onto her stomach and start all over again.
He felt almost out of control and, for once, that might not be a bad thing. She wanted him to loosen his reins, trust her to know what she wanted and to tell him if he did something she didn’t like.
She wanted him to trust her to know how far to go, to stop him if she felt uncomfortable.
He was about to take her at her word.
Kate felt the exact moment Tyler’s mood shifted.
Until that point, he’d been almost . . . restrained. That’s the only way she could describe the feeling she got from him. As if he’d leashed all that dominance she knew he held inside but now he’d snapped the chains.
For her.
She wanted to grin with victory but she could only stare at him as he settled her back on the chaise and rose above her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Greg, felt his presence, but it wasn’t enough to pull her attention from Tyler.
His dark gaze focused with laser precision on her, almost feral in its intensity. She had a brief moment to savor the thought that she brought this out of him before he put his hands on her thighs.
He didn’t rush, but he didn’t make any attempt to tease as he worked the hem of the chemise up her body.
The satin slid against her skin as his eyes followed the material’s progress.
As it cleared her hips, her black lace panties came into view.
His breathing changed, became harsher, as he realized they were split down the center, allowing him access to her sex while she kept them on.
His gaze lingered at her mound as he pushed the satin up her body, causing her to shift restlessly. She wanted him to pet her there, ease a little of the building pressure.
Instead, his hands continued up her torso to her breasts. The black lace bra lifted her breasts, pushing them into slightly fuller mounds, but the half cups revealed more than they concealed. Her nipples were fully exposed and so tight they actually hurt when he dragged the satin across them.
She couldn’t completely control her moan, and the corners of his mouth twisted in masculine triumph.
Her sex clenched and moisture slicked her lips, dampening the panties. Tyler’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath, drawing in her scent.
Her tongue emerged to lick at her lips even as her mouth went dry as she thought about him licking up that moisture.
“Lift your arms.”
He’d gotten the chemise to just above her breasts and she did as he demanded without hesitation.
The world went black for a second as he pulled the chemise over her head. Then Tyler reappeared. He sat back on his heels, rubbing the satin between his fingers for several seconds. She knew what those fingers felt like on her nipples and, unbelievably, they hardened even more.
In the next second, Tyler tossed the material to the side. Toward Greg. She turned to see him catch the chemise with one hand, as if it were a fly ball at a game.
In contrast to Tyler’s, Greg’s expression wasn’t as dark, though it held the same intensity. His mouth curved in such a sensuous motion that her breath got caught in her chest.
Then Tyler shifted above her, drawing her attention like a moth to the light. She’d gladly burn in his arms.
Please God, she wanted to burn, wanted to feel that amazing sensation of free-falling again, knowing Tyler would be there to catch her. And take her back up again until she was barely conscious.
How had she ever thought sex had been good before?
That one was easy. She really hadn’t.
“Kate.” Tyler’s voice held an edge that commanded her attention. “I want your eyes on me until I tell you otherwise.”
She’d never thought she’d want to rub herself against a man and purr. Damn, she wished she could right now. She settled for a quick nod.
“I’m going to have you make a set of this in every imaginable color.” His words almost didn’t make sense in her sex-focused brain until he ran a finger down one of her bra straps. “I predict these will be huge sellers in your boutique.”
She swallowed, tried to think of something intelligent to say and gave up when his fingers surrounded one nipple and pinched.
Her lips parted as she drew in air just before her teeth sank into her bottom lip and held there. Her sex ached to be filled, clenching around nothing, and her thighs tried to close.
But his knees held her open, displaying the slick, swollen lips of her pussy pushing through the slit in her panties.
“I like the detail here.” His fingers traced the satin trim on the cups just below her nipples. “How the bra forces your breasts out and up. Perfect to get my mouth on.”
He bent forward and did just that, sucking and licking at her nipples as if he had all the time in the world. She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrists then used one hand to hold them above her head. The position, combined with the curve of the chaise beneath her, made her shoulders ache.
She arched even more, intensifying the burn and competing with the feel of his mouth sucking at her breasts.
She’d have marks there tomorrow. Hopefully she’d have matching ones lower on her body, as well.
Twisting against his hold, though she didn’t really want him to let go, she managed to rub her sex against his knee, providing some much needed friction.
But as soon as he realized what she was doing, he moved.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Not until I’m ready to shove my cock inside that tight pussy.”
She should be used to him using that language with her, but it still managed to make her stomach hollow with pleasure every time.
Tyler bent forward again, but this time his lips sucked one lobe into his mouth before he breathed into her ear. “After that, I’m going to take your ass.”
Yes. She’d known that would be part of tonight and was prepared to say yes. Wanted to say yes.
“And maybe I’ll finally let you come when Greg has his cock shoved inside you at the same time.”
A sharp orgasm lit through her, short and fierce. Her eyes closed as her body bowed with the fiery burn that lasted only seconds.
And only made her hungrier for him.
She bit back a whimper, though the slight sound that escaped didn’t embarrass her as much as she thought it would.
“Don’t,” Tyler said. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you, Kate. I love hearing your response.”
She opened her eyes and found him sitting back on his heels, hands on his thighs, gaze on hers.
“Now, I want you to sit up and undo my pants.”
“With my teeth?”
Greg’s bark of laughter made her smile but it was Tyler’s full-out grin that caused her stomach to twist in knots. She still had no idea how he managed it. Why just a twist of his lips could cause her entire being to go up in flames.
“Honey, if you can do it with your teeth, go right ahead.”
She cocked her head to the side, as if she needed to consider it, when really, she was up for anything with this man. Didn’t he know that yet?
“Switch.”
He understood what she wanted without her having to explain.