Chapter Eighteen
Kat pulled into a gated sand lot where several cars and Adams Construction trucks were parked. In the distance, a cement truck poured the foundation for a new project Tyson contracted. She smiled as she saw his broad shoulders standing nearly half a foot above the rest of the men as he held out a blueprint.
He shaded his eyes and smiled as she approached. Handing off the blueprint, he excused himself. A film of grain dusted against her dewy skin as a truck rolled by. Her heart pounded as he stepped within arms reach.
Smiling, he bent to brush his lips over hers. “Hello, beautiful.” Her breath caught as he stepped away.
The surrounding construction had her speaking in a low shout. “This is amazing. You’re building a house from scratch?”
“Yeah,” he shouted back and took her hand. “Come on. Let’s go into my trailer where we can talk.”
He walked her toward an aluminum trailer that reminded her of the mobile classrooms used during high school. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door. The chilled air-conditioning blanketed her as she entered the space.
The trailer was bigger than it appeared from the outside. Xerox machines, a large conference table lined with metal folding chairs, a coffee pot, and a desk in the corner were the basic furnishings.
“This is nice,” she said as the door closed behind her, muting the sounds of the construction. She turned and bumped into his chest.
His eyes dilated as he caught her shoulders. His mouth pressed to hers with an unmistakable sense of urgency. She moaned into his mouth, lips curving in a smile. Backing her toward the table, he corralled her through the tight space. The back of her legs touched the table as his hands went to the buttons of her blouse, quickly plucking them from their holes.
“I waited all week for this,” he whispered, as his lips moved down her throat.
“Ty, we’re in a trailer.”
“We’re in my office,” he corrected. Unlatching the clasp of her bra, he lifted her rear onto the table and slid her skirt up her legs. “I love it when you wear skirts.”
His mouth found her breasts. “I locked the door. No one will bother us,” he said, pulling the tight bud between his teeth.
All apprehensions disappeared at the click of his belt buckle. His mouth was a welcomed distraction. His hips made a space between her knees as he dug in his pocket. Lifting his head, he tore the condom open between his teeth. She watched, mesmerized, as he slid it over his long cock. His slow gaze met hers. “Put me inside of you.”
Shifting, she wedged her panties aside and gripped him, guiding her to her sex. He groaned with pleasure as he slid deep. Breath mingled as her body awakened under the familiar sense of his possession.
Feet dangling from the edge of the table, he cupped her bottom as he settled himself deep in her sex. “Ease back. I got you.”
Blouse undone, her back lowered to the cool table.
“Raise your arms,” he instructed, tugging her blouse open so he could see her breasts. She obeyed and gasped, as he gathered her shirt and suddenly twisted the material at her wrists, cinching her hands together. “Don’t let go.”
She lay before him, arms bound above her head, eyes glazed with lust, completely at his command. Withdrawing slowly, his cock rested at her opening as he leaned down and kissed each of her breasts. His hand slid under her right knee, slightly raising her leg, and he slammed back into her core. A sharp cry left her throat as pleasure knifed through her.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” He thrust again, rocking the table. “So fucking hot, Kat. Here in my office, completely exposed. I wanna lose myself in you.”
Arousal trickled from her sex at the erotic imagery, her being taken right there on a table others used for proper business purposes. Fifty plus construction workers continued about their day only a few feet away. It was completely reckless, yet she trusted she was safe with him. She was always safe with him.
She trusted him with everything. With her body. With her heart. With Mia. In that moment her worries floated away as something inside of her broke free. She abandoned any remaining sense of modesty, too far gone to mourn its departure, and pressed into him. “More,” she whimpered.
“More what? Tell me what you want, kitten.”
“I want…” He ground his hips into her, filling her completely, yet she greedily wanted more. “Touch me.”
“Where?” Leaning over her, one palm planted on the table beside her head, bracing his weight, he stared into her eyes. His thrusts slowed, taunting her, as he ground his cock deeper into her core.
Her eyes widened as he brushed some hidden path of nerves. “There!”
“Here?” The hand gripping her knee let go. She tightened her thighs on his hips. The table rocked as he pinched her nipple. She moaned in pleasure, but it still wasn’t what she wanted most.
“Say it, Kat. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll still feel me inside your body when you go to sleep tonight.”
He increased his pace and a stack of papers tumbled off the table, scattering across the floor. Her body coiled tighter, peaking, cresting the wave as an intense orgasm threatened to break inside of her. So close.
“Say it,” he growled through clenched teeth. He was stalling his own release.
Need overwhelmed modesty. “My clit! Touch my clit, Ty, please—”
His fingers were on her before the last word left her mouth, rapidly rubbing and she immediately shattered as his body continued to pound into hers.
Her channel tightened and he groaned. She cried out, arching, her fingers tightening into fists as each wave of pleasure pulsed through her veins. Her mind let go as ecstasy carried her away.
There was no start or end. It went on and on. Crashing waves of sensation waned to whispered tremors. Different parts of her body suffered different spasms of pleasure. Her heart beat wildly, a fast thumping reverberating a slow throb all the way to her sex. . Her warm, tender body became a firefly lazing in the heat.
“We aren’t done yet.”
Her eyes shot open as he raised her legs, securing her ankles over his broad shoulders, his thumbs rooted firmly in the soft underside of her knees. Her ass lifted off the table as he thrust hard, holding her in a way that wrapped her body tight around his cock.
Breath sawed out of his lungs as she cried out in pleasure. Faster and faster he pumped. His back arched as his release came with a guttural shout. With each pulse of his cock, the echo of her heartbeat filled her ears.
His palms landed with a thump beside her head as he braced his weight over her chest and trembled. Intimacy slammed into her as his heavy lidded gaze found hers. How could so much emotion stem from such a raw moment of lust? Her feeling went beyond lust and she had to fight to keep the words locked inside.
He opened his mouth as if to say something and seemed to think better of it, instead, kissing her tenderly. Gradually, he pulled back and she tried to find her bearing.
Flushed and shaky, her hands trembled as she focused on fixing her bra and fastening the buttons of her wrinkled shirt. He gently brushed her hands away and fastened the last few buttons for her.
“How long do you have until you need to get Mia?” he softly asked.
She looked at her watch. “I should probably leave in about twenty minutes. Do you have a mirror? My hair’s a mess.”
“Sorry,” he apologized and stepped closer. “Here let me see if I can fix it.” Fingers gently raked through her hair as he placed a couple strands behind her ear. “That looks good. You’re always beautiful.”
“You’re biased.”
“True.” He smirked and kissed her nose, helping her stand. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the site before I walk you to your car.”
She was relieved no one seemed to be lingering near the trailer. After a short tour, he walked her back to her car. “I’m going to be here late tonight, since it’s a three day weekend. But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
It didn’t seem right for such a confident man to need her reassurance. Not many people cared what she thought, but Tyson did. Her opinion and presence mattered to him.
“Of course. Twelve o’clock. Mia hasn’t stopped talking about it. Jade has another party to go to first, but she’ll probably stop by later, if that’s still okay.”
“Sure. And how’s your surprise dessert coming along? Can I know what it is yet?”
“No, and it’s coming along wonderfully. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Fine.” He kissed her goodbye and opened her car door. She reluctantly climbed inside the sweltering vehicle and rolled down the windows to let out some of the heat as she waited for the AC to blast.
He leaned into the window, his arm braced above the door. “Well, I gotta get back to work. Drive safe and I’ll call you tonight if it’s not too late. Love ya,” he said, as he kissed her cheek and turned away.
Every muscle in her face went numb as her smile falters and she gaped at his retreating form.
Did he just say Love ya?