Louis XVI chair along the way. Shoes and socks, he placed under a marble-topped table beside the chair.
The guy was a neat-freak? One more reason he shouldn’t have kids.
Her pulse racing, Molly focused on the clothes’ dispersal to avoid thinking of the body they’d covered. A lost cause. The body was impossible to ignore. All golden tan muscle, deadly masculine and rippling with power.
The rasp of a zipper sounded, and he stepped out of his slacks and briefs together. Where they ended up, Molly never noticed. A naked and sexually aroused Tyler James climbing onto the bed demanded full attention. That and trying to breathe in a room suddenly gone airless.
She shouldn’t be here. Not with him, not like this. She should move. Now. He’d closed the door, but he hadn’t locked it. She was dressed. He wasn’t. She could walk out this moment, and he wouldn’t be able to follow.
Why didn’t she?
The mattress beneath her undulated with gentle waves as he stretched out on his side, facing her. Bigger waves, sizzling and stormy, crashed through her at the sight and scent of him, spicy clean and utterly male. Nearly an arm’s length of space separated them, but she felt his presence along her whole body. Raw heat radiated off him.
Raw sex.
Paralyzed, Molly stared.
Tyler rose up on an elbow, not reaching for her, not trying to touch, holding her with nothing but his gaze. Piercing midnight blue eyes drilled deep into her, nailing her in place.
“Last chance,” he said, as though reading her thoughts. “You’ll notice I’ve given you plenty of time to escape. The door’s that way” – he indicated the direction with a slight wave of his free hand – “if you want to use it.” His hand dropped to rest palm down on the mattress a few inches from her arm. “But we both know you don’t want to leave. Don’t we.”
A statement, not a question.
Slowly, still giving her time to move away, he slid forward, closing the gap between them. Molly’s breath hitched as his body snugged up against hers.
“I wish you’d stop saying what we both know. You don’t know anything about me.” Her voice sounded scratchy as sandpaper to her own ears.
His sounded like crushed velvet, rich and sensual. “I know you’re still here.”
“Oh sure, throw that in my face.” Molly gritted her teeth to keep from groaning as his arms snaked around her. Then he rolled to his back, pulling her flat on top of him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Like they had a mind of their own, her legs fell open, straddling him. Bad legs. Her hands roved over his biceps and shoulders, drinking in by touch the smooth hard feel of him. She couldn’t help it. Her body had turned traitor. Bad her, bad him. A very wicked man, Tyler James.
“I know you’re hot and wet for me,” he added in a whisper.
The fact he was right didn’t make the statement any easier to take. “You don’t know anything of the sort.”
“I can find out easy enough.”
Damn, she’d walked right into that one.
“Don’t you dare.” Flushed and tousled, she shoved back to glare at him.
And her halter-top dropped off.
Apparently he’d been busy untying the knots that held it in place. Somehow Molly had missed that little detail. Whereas Tyler, she saw, missed nothing. Hot and hungry, his eyes devoured her naked breasts.
Then his mouth did the same.
He gripped her ribcage, forcing her forward as his head rose to meet her. His tongue flicked out, teasing first the right nipple into a tight peak, then the left, before his lips circled one and he settled into some serious action. Licking, nipping, sucking her…nearly giving her a stroke. When she quivered and moaned, he switched to the other breast, and repeated the whole process.
Trapped straddling him, Molly felt his erection swelling to new proportions under her, nothing between them but a few folds of her skirt. He aggravated the situation by bending his knees and pressing his thighs against her
The guy was a neat-freak? One more reason he shouldn’t have kids.
Her pulse racing, Molly focused on the clothes’ dispersal to avoid thinking of the body they’d covered. A lost cause. The body was impossible to ignore. All golden tan muscle, deadly masculine and rippling with power.
The rasp of a zipper sounded, and he stepped out of his slacks and briefs together. Where they ended up, Molly never noticed. A naked and sexually aroused Tyler James climbing onto the bed demanded full attention. That and trying to breathe in a room suddenly gone airless.
She shouldn’t be here. Not with him, not like this. She should move. Now. He’d closed the door, but he hadn’t locked it. She was dressed. He wasn’t. She could walk out this moment, and he wouldn’t be able to follow.
Why didn’t she?
The mattress beneath her undulated with gentle waves as he stretched out on his side, facing her. Bigger waves, sizzling and stormy, crashed through her at the sight and scent of him, spicy clean and utterly male. Nearly an arm’s length of space separated them, but she felt his presence along her whole body. Raw heat radiated off him.
Raw sex.
Paralyzed, Molly stared.
Tyler rose up on an elbow, not reaching for her, not trying to touch, holding her with nothing but his gaze. Piercing midnight blue eyes drilled deep into her, nailing her in place.
“Last chance,” he said, as though reading her thoughts. “You’ll notice I’ve given you plenty of time to escape. The door’s that way” – he indicated the direction with a slight wave of his free hand – “if you want to use it.” His hand dropped to rest palm down on the mattress a few inches from her arm. “But we both know you don’t want to leave. Don’t we.”
A statement, not a question.
Slowly, still giving her time to move away, he slid forward, closing the gap between them. Molly’s breath hitched as his body snugged up against hers.
“I wish you’d stop saying what we both know. You don’t know anything about me.” Her voice sounded scratchy as sandpaper to her own ears.
His sounded like crushed velvet, rich and sensual. “I know you’re still here.”
“Oh sure, throw that in my face.” Molly gritted her teeth to keep from groaning as his arms snaked around her. Then he rolled to his back, pulling her flat on top of him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Like they had a mind of their own, her legs fell open, straddling him. Bad legs. Her hands roved over his biceps and shoulders, drinking in by touch the smooth hard feel of him. She couldn’t help it. Her body had turned traitor. Bad her, bad him. A very wicked man, Tyler James.
“I know you’re hot and wet for me,” he added in a whisper.
The fact he was right didn’t make the statement any easier to take. “You don’t know anything of the sort.”
“I can find out easy enough.”
Damn, she’d walked right into that one.
“Don’t you dare.” Flushed and tousled, she shoved back to glare at him.
And her halter-top dropped off.
Apparently he’d been busy untying the knots that held it in place. Somehow Molly had missed that little detail. Whereas Tyler, she saw, missed nothing. Hot and hungry, his eyes devoured her naked breasts.
Then his mouth did the same.
He gripped her ribcage, forcing her forward as his head rose to meet her. His tongue flicked out, teasing first the right nipple into a tight peak, then the left, before his lips circled one and he settled into some serious action. Licking, nipping, sucking her…nearly giving her a stroke. When she quivered and moaned, he switched to the other breast, and repeated the whole process.
Trapped straddling him, Molly felt his erection swelling to new proportions under her, nothing between them but a few folds of her skirt. He aggravated the situation by bending his knees and pressing his thighs against her
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