Chapter Fourteen
Tyson led her up the stairs and she was sure her palm was sweating. They walked through the house in silence. When they reached his bedroom, he released her hand and held the door. Taking a deep breath, she entered.
The snick of the latch reverberated in her bones. Her heart raced. She was already out of breath yet not moving at all. Blurred visions of the unknown flashed through her mind.
“You okay?” he softly asked, as he turned on the bedside lamp.
“Mmm-hm.” She toed off her shoes and neatly set them by the door. The plush carpet tickled her toes.
The furniture was masculine, but not lacking in detail. She slowly walked to the side of the bed as he silently watched her.
He placed his shoes by the door as well and she liked the way they looked sitting next to hers. She wondered if he always put them there or if he’d done it because she had. Maybe he was nervous too. He moved to the other side of the bed and softly smiled.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Kat.”
She wasn’t backing out. Her hands swept below her hair to the tie of her shirt. Her fingers were practically useless she was shaking so badly. Finally, the fabric fell away.
His chest rose as his eyes widened. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.
With a steadying breath, she undid the button of her pants and slid down the zipper, each ticking tooth ratcheting up her arousal a little more. Bending at the waist, she pushed her top and pants to her ankles and stepped out of the material. Might as well go for the gold. Her thumbs slid under the string of her panties and removed them as well.
Her breath echoed in her ears. She shut her eyes.
Stand up. He’s going to see you anyway.
A slow exhale passed her lips as she unfolded her body. His Adam’s apple bobbed under the smooth cocoa skin of his throat as he swallowed. Unblinking, dark eyes moved as his gaze traveled from head to toe. No one, not even her doctors, had ever seen her so bare.
“Now you,” she rasped.
He crossed his arms at his belly and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his sculpted abdomen and chest. Her self-esteem always stumbled whenever she saw his body.
His hands went to his belt as he slid the leather through the catch. Her attention locked on his fingers as they slowly slid down the zipper. Bending gracefully, he returned to his full height utterly and completely naked. He was magnificent. Cut like a chiseled statue.
His erection proudly stood, dark and full. She didn’t remember a man’s body being so…intimidating. She knew in that moment there’d be no comparison between this time and her first. Not that she ever thought there would be.
He pulled back the duvet, exposing ivory satin sheets. She sucked in a breath as a terrible thought occurred to her. “Tyson, I don’t have anything with me.”
“Don’t worry. I have something. We’ll be safe. I’d never do anything that put you in jeopardy, Kat.”
As he walked around the bed her body tightened. His lashes lowered, as his hand trailed over her hip, up and around the gentle swell of her breast. Stepping closer, he pressed his mouth to hers in a slow, devastating kiss.
The heat of his cock scorched her belly as his arms wrapped around her back, cocooning her in his warmth. His mouth slowly pulled from hers and she went up on her toes, not wanting the moment to end.
An amused chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Come on.”
He returned to the other side of the bed and dimmed the light. They slid onto the bed and cool satin whispered over her skin as he drew the sheet over their legs.
He pulled her into his arms. “You still okay?”
She blew out a shaky breath. “Yes.”
“Good.” His lips found hers and she sighed as he eased her onto her back. His mouth moved over hers with slow, drugging, seductive strokes. His solid body pressed into her pliable form, reminding her how strong he was. Skin rasped against skin, as his fingers gently curved around her hip.
His mouth left hers in a gentle exploration toward her breasts. He kneeled between her thighs, his body slightly lifting. His lips pulled at her nipples as a fiery heat built inside of her. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders, her knees tightening at his sides. “You’re so beautiful, Kat,” he rasped. “You haunt my thoughts. I find myself constantly daydreaming about your sweet breasts and your plump little ass and all the ways I can make you come. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
Maybe it was the alcohol, but at that moment, that sounded perfect to her. He entwined his fingers with hers as his arousal grazed her sex. She momentarily stiffened until his lips slowly ran back and forth over her hardened nipple.
“S’okay, baby. Relax.”
Breathing out, she forced her body to loosen. His warm mouth closed over her nipple and pleasure shot through her body. She arched into him, his heavy erection pushing between her thighs against her sex.
Her heart raced. “Ty?”
His mouth kissed and suckled along her jaw. “Yes?”
“Should we…Should you…” Her brain and mouth were not communicating. “Condom?”
His face lifted from the curve of her shoulder, eyes drowsy. “We’re not there yet. There’s no rush, kitten. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she answered quickly. “I just…wanna be safe. If I got…”
The fear of another unplanned pregnancy was almost enough to completely extinguish her desire. She wanted this. But she couldn’t afford another child.
“I got you. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything without using one. Trust me. I promise I won’t forget.”
His words relieved her and she exhaled, as his hand trailed down her belly and over her hip to her swollen folds. Thighs parting, a wide finger slid deep into her core. She sighed as his thumb teased, intensifying her pleasure.
Her breath quickened as his strokes intensified. His teeth nipped at her curves as he added another finger and moved his hand deeper, in and out, stretching her. She writhed against him as the pressure built and she crested over a precipice of sensation.
“Come for me, kitten,” he rasped against her nipple as she shattered.
Her muscles locked, as every nerve in her body splintered outward. The whisper of a wrapper tearing vaguely registered. Still reveling from the force of her orgasm, she jerked with sensitivity when his hands pressed her thighs farther apart.
The broad head of his erection nudged at her opening, the tip easing into her small channel. Her mind struggled to remain present as so many sensations assaulted her.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he softly said, keeping his touch tender and paced.
Her hands slid over his shoulders. Taking shallow dips, he inched his hips closer, each thrust eased by her arousal. “Tyson,” she whimpered. Groggy from her orgasm, body slick, mind slow, she tensed.
“You can take me, Kat. Just breathe.”
Taking a deep breath, she trembled. There was such a difference between her first time and this time. Why had she only considered the emotional differences? He pressed further and she gasped. Pulling back, the pressure eased.
Fingers grazed her clit as the blunt end of his cock worked deeper into her core. The dual stimulation relaxed her body. The pressure built, as did her arousal, as he slowly, fluidly, thrust. Each plunge a bit deeper and unexpected, a bit more desired.
Her mind shied from the overwhelming connection. Body to body, gazes locked, heartbeat to heartbeat, he pushed forward to the hilt, and she gasped. Everything stilled.
His voice was strained, as his focus rested on her, eyes heavy with desire. “I’ve wanted to be in this moment for so long.”
The heaviness transcended from throbbing need to pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Tyson.”
Rising, his lips brushed hers as he drew back and thrust, his strokes steady and hard. The beating of her heart echoed in her ears, reverberated in her sex. The tempo of their bodies coming together, flesh against flesh, fueled her need.
Arching, she rocked her hips, matching his rhythm. His whispered words of encouragement doubled her confidence. Hands, no longer passive, moved to his strong back as she clung to him, wanting more. He moved his hips harder, rotating and thrusting faster until she cried out in pleasure.
“That’s it, kitten. Don’t be shy with me. Let me hear you. Let me feel you let go.” His mouth pulled at her collarbone as he softly spoke. “Feel the way your body grips mine? Perfect. There isn’t anything about your body I don’t love.” He drove deep and arched back, moaning deep.
The pleasure filled hidden parts of her soul that had been empty for so long. Her gaze never left him. She was mesmerized. Her heart swelled as blissful emotion threatened her composure. His desire, tenderness, and composure overwhelmed her senses.
His muscles tightened as her body constricted around him, milking him. Her cries danced with his deeper moans as his body pulsed. He kissed her with unparalleled passion. Timidity gone, she met his kiss with unrefined passion, gasping and shivering from so many intense awakenings.
His mouth tore from hers as his arms slid beneath her, lifting her to him. She gripped his slick shoulders, pressing her nails into corded muscle. She hadn’t expected it to be this powerful, so amplified compared to everything she knew, so real.
Tender, lingering kisses accompanied the occasional shiver of lingering pleasure mixed with the intimate moment. Slowly, he shifted and her sensitive body noted every place his touch withdrew. Shutting her eyes, she waited for him to come back to her, savoring the many ways she felt altered, not just physically, but emotionally.
He lay back down and pulled her body to the crook of his arm. Cool satin settled over her limbs. Emotion suddenly exploded inside of her and she fought to hold it in with all her might. She was, without a doubt, in love with him.
They sat in Tyson’s bathtub, which was three times the size of Kat’s.
“You painted your toenails,” Ty observantly said.
“Anything to make them look less like Fred Flintstone’s,” she joked, wiggling them in his face.
“I never realized Fred had such sexy feet.” He laughed and bit her big toe.
She yelped, splashing water along the porcelain walls. Settling, she smiled. “This is nice, Tyson. You really do extraordinary work.”
“This room wasn’t half as beautiful until you stepped into it.”
Snorting, she rolled her eyes. “Cheesy, but I like it.”
His fingers massaged her instep. “What are you doing today?”
“Well, Jade’s dropping off Mia around eight and then my mom’s picking her up at nine. I have to go to the market and—Oh! That reminds me. How much do I owe you for filling up my tank last week?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Tyson—”
“Kat, I said don’t worry about it. You’re my girl. I’m allowed to pay for your gas if I want.”
Her cheeks heated under the already humid air. “Is that what I am?”
“Yes,” he firmly answered. “And that means we need to address a few things.”
“Such as?”
“Such as, no more going out with other men. I told you I can be patient, but I don’t share what’s mine. So you can tell your mother’s friends to take a hike.”
“Already taken care of.”
He raised brow. “Are you sure?”
“He’s a prick.” There was no point in dredging up thoughts of Dawson on such a perfect morning. She refused to waste another thought on that asshole.
“And what did he do that made you reach that conclusion?” His tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
“Let’s not talk about him.”
“Why don’t you want to tell me?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Did he do something or say something disrespectful to you?”
His defensive tone sent a small thrill skipping through her. The idea that he wanted to protect her was very appealing. As fun as it would be to see Dawson get his ass handed to him, she didn’t need the drama. “Yes and yes. Now let’s drop it.” She lifted herself out of the water and reached for a towel.
“Why won’t you tell me, Kat?”
“I said drop it, Ty.”
He became quiet as she twisted the towel around her. Turning, she found him smirking. “What?”
“I like when you call me Ty.”
“You’re a dork.” She laughed and left the bathroom.
“I’m still gonna kick that prick’s ass!” he shouted.
She loved him. The juvenile giddiness that accompanied the thought was utterly ridiculous, but no one needed to know what was going on in her head. Thank God for that, because it was a parade of mental hearts, stars and curly little love doodles.
Kat and Tyson.
Tyson heart Kat.
Mrs. Tyson Adams.
Okay, that was going a little too far.
…Katherine Adams.
Stop it.
Shutting the swoony thoughts away, she focused on getting dressed. Her breath quickened as he entered the room with a damp towel slung low around his hips. I want to bite that hip. “I guess you don’t have a blow dryer?”
“Actually I do. I have one in the truck for drying Spackle. Do you want it?”
“Nah, I’ll pull my hair up when I get home.” She slipped her feet into her shoes and quickly made the bed.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s okay.” She fluffed the pillows and put them back along the headboard—this time on an angle. “It would bother me all day if I left it. It’s easier to just ignore me and my compulsions. You’re lucky I didn’t sneak away in the middle of the night to do the dishes still sitting in the sink. I’m trying to convince myself you have a housekeeper that takes care of things, but I know they’re really down there, coagulating and getting all crusty and gross.”
He froze, one arm in his shirt and the other out.
“What?”
“Coagulating?”
“Yes, coagulating, congealing into thick goop.” His eyes rolled as if she was crazy and she scoffed. “You know I can see you? It’s a word! I’m not crazy.”
“Maybe a little,” he teased under his breath as he continued to get dressed.
“I heard that!”
At the door he lightly kissed her on the lips and asked, “Can we grocery shop together? I have some things I need to get.”
The thought of spending the day doing mundane chores with him, made her all warm and squishy inside. “Okay. Why don’t you come by around ten and we’ll go?”
“Ah, I still don’t get to meet your mom.”
Why would anyone want to? “Trust me. I’m doing you a favor. Vivian D’Angelo could make a drill sergeant piss himself.”
“Nice.”
“That’s my mom,” she laughed.
He kissed her one last time, leaving her with sense of being lifted away on clouds. She really needed to grow up. Her feet shifted in an attempt to alleviate the ache that had returned. She considered staying a bit longer, but Vivian could be there any minute.
“Later,” he promised, brushing a thumb along her jaw.
She played dumb. “Later what?”
A half smirk drew out the dimple. His lashes lowered with cool desire. His fingertips trailed over the soft skin of her neck and sucked in a sharp breath, his other hand suddenly between her legs. “I know what that look in your eye means.” He added a bit of pressure.
She hummed and leaned against him, driving her body against his touch.
“You know, kitten,” he said in a slow, gravelly draw. “If I wanted to, I could make you come right here in the hall. I wouldn’t even need to take off your clothes.”
Lips parted, panties suddenly drenched, she panted. He was right. He could make her come.
“Do you want to come, kitten?”
Holy hell.
No one—no one—had ever talked to her in such a tone, using such dirty words. The door pressed into her shoulders as her limbs became heavy. Hypnotized, her head lulled back as he gently caressed the base of her throat. “Tell me to make you come, kitten.”
She couldn’t say it. Her vocabulary was incredibly stunted when it came to actually saying sexual things out loud. His fingers pressed deeper, applying the perfect amount of pressure as her desire spread like wildfire. Thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, her gaze locked on his. “Please, Ty…”
“Please what?”
His palm continued to rub and press as her knees trembled. She whimpered, her gaze pleading.
The fingers of his other hand covered hers and brought it to the bulge of his jeans. “Feel what you do to me, Kat. I’m just as on edge as you. You do this. Just one breath of your sweet smelling hair, or one look from those innocent eyes, and I’m hard as a pike.”
Her fingers curved around the bulge and he groaned, pressing himself into her palm. Heady, intoxicating desire flooded her veins. His breath beat at the exposed curve of her shoulder. “Fuck, Kat. You make me feel like a teenager with no control.”
Well, it was good she wasn’t the only one. Her hand stroked, adding pressure, and his mouth latched onto the flesh of her shoulder. Her knees quaked as he sucked on her skin and her body tightened and pulsed under his palm. He rocked his hips with hers, riding her touch.
Her lips parted as she moaned. Her orgasm was jarring. Unexpected. Just what she needed to take the edge off. His mouth pulled at her skin as he thrust harder into her palm, pulsing under her touch.
Exhilaration rushed through her as he groaned. Their breathing was the only sound in the quiet house. Less than five minutes ago she had been ready to walk out the door and that quickly he had taken her from start to finish.
“Fuck,” he rasped, softly kissing her neck. “I can’t believe I just did that. You’re a dangerous little woman.”