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She closes her eyes and takes it in. I’ve never been more captivated by anyone, and from such a simple touch. But I know if I don’t do it, I’m going to implode.

“I’m sorry if I’m being very direct.” My voice is slightly more hoarse than I started out with.

Her eyes flutter open for a second, and she shakes her head lightly. “Don’t be sorry about that,” she says. “I like it.”

It’s not even music to my ears now. It’s a symphony. One that’s taken its own course and I’m just following on for the ride. But I’m cool with that. I couldn’t think of anything better.

CHAPTER 7

Cindy

Tyler embodies all the forbidden things that I have ever been warned about, particularly on my mother’s side. Even at my age, she would have a fit if she knew I was sitting here in the dark with a stranger telling me how beautiful I am.

Of course, I know all about Tyler’s reputation, even if I really don’t buy into the tabloids whatsoever. Despite how I’ve been brought up, and the things that have happened to me in the past, I’m still all for giving people the benefit of the doubt.

“You like it?” He tilts his head. He’s so damned fine. And the fact he’s so big, taking up all the space in the seat next to me, and then some, is divine. I can’t help but notice his wide-set shoulders and muscular arms, even through his long-sleeve shirt.

He also smells good. It’s sweetly spicy and does things to my insides.

I imagine what it would be to breathe right into his neck, smell his scent, and feel his hot skin under my lips.

“Yeah,” I reply, when I feel him looking at me. My eyes glance down to the hard ridge in his throat when I see him swallow and it bobs. “It beats playing guessing games.”

He grins. “Do you mind if I shut the car off for a few moments?”

It’s kind of sweet he even has to ask. I shake my head. “Not at all. And thanks too, for dropping Susie home.”

“It’s no problem. I wanted to make sure you both got home safe.”

I almost shudder at his words. He has a deep, manly voice. It reverberates through my very core and makes me squeeze my thighs together. I’m shocked at the way my panties are wet just from his voice and his glances.

“That’s very sweet,” I say. I also love the way he moves his hand to my face, his thumb rubbing over my cheek. Just that small act alone is enough to get me wanting more. I try to control it the best I can.

He drops his hand eventually, and I instantly feel the heat from his touch disappear, though the electricity between us is still palpable.

“Ty,” I whisper in the dark. Feeling brave. Maybe it’s the glass of wine I had with dinner, but considering I barely drink, it surely can’t be that.

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re very attractive.”

I see the edge of his mouth, and his cheek rise from my words.

“You do?” he murmurs. The sound vibrates through his chest as I reach for a fistful of his shirt. I don’t even know what the hell I think I’m doing, but he’s pretty quick to lean down and touch his lips to mine. The second our mouths meet, I make a small noise in the back of my throat. His mouth is warm and inviting. His lips are soft and careful as they skate across mine.

“Yeah,” I say. I’ve obviously kissed guys before, but something about the way Tyler does it is different. He’s a little wild, and just more manly than any of the other guys I’ve dated.

My heart beats at a ridiculous pace in my chest, my nipples pebble in my shirt and I want him to touch me more than what I’ve ever wanted anyone to touch me in my life.

My stomach is bursting with butterflies, wanting him to do whatever he wants with me. And the thought is shocking. I don’t know him, but that doesn’t stop me from holding onto his shirt and kissing him in the moonlight, with a million fantasies running through my head at once.

The soft sound of our kisses pulls low in my belly, and in other places, too. His scruff isn’t unpleasant at all on my skin. I love how it feels bristling against me.

“Ty,” I pant as he switches to the other side of my mouth. I love how he’s slow and soft with me. He doesn’t even use any tongue.

“Yeah?” he mumbles against my lips.

“That feels good.”

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