Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
The world spins around me with the shock of the moment, and there is no thinking on my part to be found. I know he shouldn’t be kissing me. I know I shouldn’t kiss him back, but I do. I know I should stop this right here and now. No is the right response, he is right on that point. Because he is my boss, and the repercussions of our actions do have consequences. But the truth is, I just cannot seem to care. I don’t even try. Though my hands don’t move—one remains pressed to his where it rests on my waist, the other on his chest though I don’t remember how it got there—I moan for him. I sink into the kiss, drinking in every moment of the sinful play of his mouth against my mouth.
When his lips part mine, I burn for more. I want to pull his mouth back to mine, but he lingers a breath from another kiss, so close, but out of reach. Time stands still, expanding over eternity it seems, and yet in an illogical contrast, too quickly. I am barely hanging onto my sanity, as the beats drum by.
Beats that could morph into regret and worry, if I’m allowed to think too much longer about facing the consequences of my actions tomorrow. Or even hours from now. I could almost convince myself he was going to find the good sense I do not apparently possess, and end this, after what was some lesson to me on why no is no. But that’s not what happens.
He leans in and brushes his lips over mine, a gentle touch contrasted by his teeth catching my bottom lip roughly, a promise of something dark and delicious in that act. But I’ve always known Tyler has a darker side to him. I breathe out with the sensation spiraling through me, and he reaches up and drags the zipper down the front of my dress until it ends just above my belly button. His eyes, emotionless but for the hunger in their depths, meet mine, a challenge in their depths. I don’t know if he wants me to say no now or if he’s daring me to keep going.
He all but ensures I ride this out, pressing the lace cups of my bra down, exposing my ample breasts and nipples. His gaze lowers, and he runs his tongue over his lips as if his mouth waters at the sight of me. I suck in air as he catches the puckered peaks of my nipples in his fingers. What follows is a rough tug and twist that both hurts and feels so good, so much so, that my knees turn wobbly. My sex clenches, and I’m slick between my thighs all over again, as I haven’t been for a man in a very long time.
Maybe not ever.
It’s the forbidden thing I assume, the reason I’m reacting to Tyler with such intensity. This is going nowhere good but the moment, and it has to end. I have to say no.
Chapter Twelve
Bella
I don’t say no.
In fact, I seem to have lost the ability to even define the meaning of the word no.
Tyler leans in and suckles my nipple, and there’s a spasm in my sex, a tease of an orgasm not quite there. I’ve never felt such a thing from nothing more than a man’s mouth on my nipples, but I have been hyperaware of Tyler for a lifetime, it seems. More so lately, for reasons, I don’t even understand. At some point, something shifted between us, and it’s how we ended up here. Wherever here is.
He abandons my nipples and I want to cry out in objection, even as he buries his face in my neck and drags the skirt of my dress up and over my hips. The rasp of his day-long stubble scrapes my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and he murmurs, “Where do you want my mouth now, Bella?”
I think he’s just talking, I really do, but then he’s pulling back, cupping my face, and staring down at me, even as he slides my panties aside. “Here?” he asks, gliding a finger along the slick line of my sex. “Because you’re so wet for me, I know you want me here.” His fingers just barely enter me, a tease that drives me wild. And leaves me desperate.
God, I don’t want him to know how desperate.
My lashes lower and he squeezes my jaw. “Look at me.”
My eyes pop open, and he rewards me by sliding his fingers inside. I pant and bite my lip. “Where do you want my mouth, Bella?” he demands again.
“Everywhere,” I manage.
Demand lights his eyes. “I require more specific instructions.”
I laugh without humor because nothing is funny with his fingers inside me all but assuring his mouth will soon travel just as intimate a path. His hand closes around my panties and he yanks them away without warning. I gasp and my fingers dig into his upper arms. “Tyler,” I whisper.