CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Tyler had been half-aroused pretty much every single minute since last night’s kiss but the moment Billie had intimated that she’d make love with him he’d gone from half-mast to full-on ramrod hard in a flash. Heat flooded his veins and his heart thudded painfully against his ribcage.
He was fucking nervous. This was Billie, and for the first time in recent memory, sex was going to mean something. This wasn’t some passing physical attraction where they’d both get their freak on and then go their separate ways in the morning, never to lay eyes on each other again. This was more and she was everything he’d ever wanted.
Whoa. What the hell was that about?
He’d felt a momentary twinge of fear, like a noose tightening around his neck but then he’d thought about Billie and how it was all better when she was around. She truly was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, and she was going to be his wife. The noose had slipped from his neck and wrapped painfully around his heart, squeezing to the point he could barely take a breath.
The relationship that had started out as fake and manufactured had morphed into something far different and more wonderful. This was what was supposed to happen all along. He and Billie were meant to make love.
What that meant down the road he didn’t ponder. This was big enough and he wasn’t quite ready to deal with the implications of making his best friend his lover. She’d said they would change and she’d been right. More than he’d ever imagined. He simply hadn’t thought it would be so good.
Lifting her from her seat, he set her on the table, insinuating himself between her thighs as his lips descended, capturing hers in a soul-destroying kiss. Her mouth was like velvet and he couldn’t get enough, his thirst for her unquenchable. She tasted like chocolate and sin as she returned his kiss with equal fervor. His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her long hair, the strands wrapping around his fingers.
A mewling sound escaped her lips as a groan was torn from his own throat. This encounter was going entirely too quickly. Billie deserved far more than a quick coupling on the dining room table like animals. She needed gentle wooing, soft kisses, tender caresses, but his inner beast was growling and roaring, exhorting him to claim and conquer.
Pushing the neckline of her blouse aside, he trailed wet kisses over her jaw and down her neck to the spot where her pulse beat madly under his lips. He nipped at the sensitive flesh of her shoulder, feeling her tremble in his arms. The exposed portion of her bra wasn’t plain white cotton but it wasn’t black lace either. In true Billie fashion, it was a pale, delicate pink with lace edging along the cups. Not able to help himself, he ran his tongue along that lace, wringing a gasp from her full rosy lips.
“Do you like that, baby?” he asked, his face buried in the valley between her breasts, inhaling the delectable combination of coconut and vanilla. Breathing in her heady scent, he marveled that Billie didn’t need sexy lingerie or expensive perfumes to turn him on. All he needed was her. “Do you want more?”
She made a sweet sound in her throat but no words came, instead nodding her head as her fingers trailed up his spine. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, the pupils blown wide with arousal. If he had any doubts that she was as affected by him as he was of her, they were gone completely. Her hair was mussed by his hands, her clothes askew. She looked wanton and wanting, giving him a look he was sure was as old as time. His cock ached with need but tonight of all nights he wouldn’t be giving into its demand so easily. He wanted to make this evening special for Billie.
Mostly he didn’t want her to have any regrets in the morning.
Scooping her into his arms bridal style he carried her into the bedroom section of the suite, laying her on the bed before pulling down the covers to expose the snowy white sheet underneath. Her green eyes glowing, Billie reclined on the pillows and held out her arms to him.
The wave of emotion that rolled over him was so strong he almost fell to his knees.
“Come to bed with me, Tyler.”
* * *
Tyler didn’t join Billie on the bed right away. To her breathless delight, he stripped off the rest of his clothes first, starting with those faded but sinfully wonderful blue jeans and ending with the black boxers and white cotton socks. Crawling over her, she allowed herself the luxury to truly study him, something she hadn’t ever allowed herself to do before.
Too good to be true. That’s the only way she could sum him up in mere words. The alphabet hadn’t yet been invented that did his male beauty justice and at the moment she couldn’t form real words or sentences anyway. Tyler was an athletic man and would have been whether he was an actor or not. Consequently, his body was all muscles, flat in some places and curved or ridged in others. That treasure trail she’d spied earlier during the game called to her and she could see that it ended at the base of his impressive cock, hard and long against his stomach.
She wasn’t even aware she’d reached out until her fingertips were tracing the purple veins under the soft skin. Teasing the underside, she was rewarded with a ragged moan sounding from somewhere deep inside of Tyler and his enjoyment of her exploration made her even bolder. Sitting up, she replaced her fingers with her tongue delighting in the gasps and moans her ministrations wrought from this man she’d thought she’d known so well.
But here in this intimate moment, just the two of them, Billie was aware that this was a part of him she’d never seen. The vulnerable male hungry for pleasure. Greedy for…her. Her need was just as urgent for him and she realized that he too was seeing a part of her that she’d never shown before. This was more than stripping off clothes. They were removing the masks of civilization that they wore for the real world and allowing their instincts to take control.
So far her instincts were telling her to make him sweat. Swallow every inch of him that she could and give him pleasure that he wouldn’t forget for a long time, if ever. Her head bobbed up and down as his fingers wound into her hair, guiding her where he needed her the most. Her hands didn’t rest either, running up and down his powerful thighs and over his perfect glutes, honed from hours running and in the gym.
“Baby, if you don’t stop this is going to be over before it even starts, and there are a hell of a lotta things I want to do to you.”
It was only then that she remembered that she was still fully dressed and he was totally nude. She’d take him all the way to completion and not regret it but it might be even more fun to allow him to make love to her too.
Pulling off of him with a pop, she reached for the top button on her blouse but his fingers brushed hers away. “This is my job and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.”
Billie couldn’t say for sure whether Tyler enjoyed it but she did. Each touch of his hand burned her skin and sent sensation skittering through her body all the way to her toes. Arousal built in her abdomen as her blouse and then her jeans were tossed away, leaving her in nothing but her panties and bra. The way Tyler was looking at her…with such naked lust had her own pulse racing in return.
Surprisingly gentle for such a powerful man, he pinched the fasteners of her bra together and it fell away, revealing her already tight nipples. Tracing around one with a fingertip, he dipped his head low and captured the other in his warm, wet mouth. With a moan of pleasure, she threw her head back as he suckled at the tight bud, worrying it slightly with his teeth before moving to do the same to its neglected twin.
Instinctively her hips lifted and he didn’t hesitate to take the hint, his hand gliding down her body and straight to her center, wet and ready for him. Pressing two fingers inside of her, she gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot, rubbing it until all the oxygen was forced from her lungs and she found herself begging for…what? Not less but more. Much more.
His deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and his thumb grazed her clit, back and forth, over and over until she thought she would go quite mad with need. He kept her on the edge, not letting her go over but not letting her come down either. She hovered on the precipice, her eyes tightly closed and the world spinning on its axis so fast she was sure it would fly off into the universe somewhere and collide with the sun, exploding into a billion little pieces that would glitter in the inky night sky.
“Say my name, baby,” he ground out, his lips close to her ear.
“Tyler.”
She did say it, softly, lovingly, caressingly, but then she said it again louder the second time as the bubble that had been building in her belly burst and the pleasure flooded through every cell in her body, almost painful in its intensity.
Before she could even catch her breath she felt Tyler pushing at her entrance, his large cock stretching the tight walls. It had been a long time since she’d been filled so thoroughly and completely, if ever. He possessed her in every way, mind, body and soul.
And her heart. She couldn’t deny that. He’d snuck in when she wasn’t paying attention and he’d become her world.
Forcing her lids open, Billie gazed up at the man who had – like the movie star he was – taken center stage in her life. His intense blue eyes were dark with passion and a muscle jumped in his jaw as he held as still as possible to allow her to grow accustomed to his invasion. Running her fingers down his muscled back, she anchored her hands on his perfect ass and began to roll her hips. Just a little at first and then more, quickly gathering confidence as an expression of bliss crossed Tyler’s face.
He dropped his forehead so it was resting on hers as he snapped his own hips back and then forward, sending rushes of pleasure straight to her sensitive clit. “That’s it, baby. Damn, you are tight. I’m barely holding on here.”
With every stroke his groin rubbed against her, pushing her toward another release. Unlike so many of the men she’d known in the past, Tyler wasn’t all about himself. To her surprise and delight he gritted his teeth and held back, urging her to come for him a second time as he made love to her slowly and gently, as if she was rare piece of china that could shatter if not held and touched just right.
Their gazes locked, he leisurely thrust in and out as if they had all day, his cock rubbing that sweet spot inside of her until she was once again on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall over. Her nails sunk into the flesh of his back as liquid heat flowed through her veins, the fire they created almost consuming her in its wicked flames.
“Tyler.”
His fingers had moved between their bodies and he barely had to touch her at all before she exploded, her orgasm even stronger than the first. Waves battered at the walls of her senses and she had to clutch at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as she allowed the pleasure to take control, content to let it rule her if only for a few moments. Tyler found his release right after and she watched fascinated as he threw his head back, showing off the cords of his neck. With a groan of pure male satisfaction, he said her name and then buried his face into her neck, his breath warming her skin.
They stayed just like that for what seemed like forever but then he eventually rolled off of her, wrapping his arm around her waist and taking her with him and tucking her into his side. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his galloping heart as it gradually slowed down to a strong and steady thump. His fingers played with strands of her hair as the sweat cooled on their bodies. At some point, Tyler pulled up the sheet to cover them before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.
So many facets to this man. A sexy seducer one moment, a gentle lover the next. Then to confuse her even more, a tender protector afterward, holding her close and keeping her warm and safe. Who was the real Tyler Gaylord? If it was all three of these men, plus the loyal friend that she’d known for so long she would surely be lost. He’d own every single piece of her heart and she’d never get it back. He could have all of her, she’d completely surrendered.
The crush she’d had on him seemed so long ago and far away. It paled in comparison to the overwhelming emotions that had taken over her very being. This was far more than she’d ever expected to feel for anyone, and she couldn’t deny the truth.
Billie was falling in love with Tyler.