Page 19 of No Going Back

Then he grabbed her hands and said, “Just once. No relationship, no strings. Nothing changes afterward?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “no strings, just you and me, right here, right now.” Would he agree? She knew it would change things, but she didn’t care. She wanted him and would just have to deal with the consequences later.

“You’re sure? Last chance.” A hint of warning in his voice told her he was warring with himself.

“I’m sure, Tyler. Now quit talking. That mouth has much better uses.”

Tyler let out a low curse then kissed her again, releasing her hands and instead wrapping her up in his arms. Mira could barely breathe. Desperate to feel him, she pushed back, tugged up his t-shirt, and ran her hands over his chest. His skin was smooth and hard under her touch. She wanted more. Reaching for his jeans, she lowered the zipper, but Tyler pulled her hands away, securing them behind her back.

“Not so fast, babe. I’ve waited too long for this.” He backed her up against the wall, turning her so the front of her body was pressed up against it. Holding both her hands in one of his, he swept her hair aside, making her shiver as he trailed his lips over her neck. Mira gasped, wriggling, but he held her still. He slipped his free hand under her top and up over her breasts, teasing her nipples through her sports bra. She strained against his grip.

“You are so fucking sexy, Mira. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

Mira couldn’t speak, only moan in acknowledgment. His touch was driving her insane. Releasing her hands, he spun her and pinned her against the wall again, this time with his body hard against her breasts. He kissed her hard. Her hands went to his hair, pulling his mouth against hers. Their tongues explored hungrily. With one hand on her hip, Tyler moved his other hand lower, tracing her sex through her jeans.

“Jesus babe, you’re so hot. Have you been thinking about me?”

“Yes,” she said before he kissed her again.

“What do you think of me doing?” he said as his mouth moved to her neck.

“I’ve been reading over our sexts, imagining them for real.”

Tyler stopped, lifted his head to look her in the eye. “How often have you done that?”

“More than once.” Her hands went to his jeans. “Tyler, please, I need to feel you. Touch me.” She was done waiting and talking. Tyler appeared to take the hint.

Effortlessly, he picked her up, walking them over to the debrief table. Setting her down, he made quick work of removing her jeans and top. Mira saw pure hunger in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her body clad in just her white sports bra and panties. Not the sexist of underwear, but she hadn’t been planning on having sex today.

Tyler didn't seem to care. He removed his t-shirt and she salivated at the sight of his naked chest. Then he stepped closer and nudged her knees apart. Pushing up her sports bra, he covered her left breast with his mouth. She cried out, arching up into him. Leaning back, she supported herself on the table.

“Oh, God. Yes!”

Tyler moved to the other breast. Her nipples were hard, erect, and so sensitive. The feel of his warm tongue drove her wild. His hand trailed slowly down her side, then moved between her legs. The moment his fingers brushed her sex through her panties she almost came.

“Tyler, please!”

She felt him smile against her skin as his mouth moved from her breasts and down lower. He hooked his fingers in her panties, pulling them down. Mira quickly wriggled out of them. Tyler knelt between her legs and looked up at her.

“Finally, I get to taste you.”

Not taking his eyes off hers, he stroked his tongue slowly over her folds. Mira threw back her head, whimpering and writhing under his mouth as he licked, stroked and sucked. Her orgasm peaking, her body trembled.

“Ty, I want you inside me.”

Tyler gripped her hips, keeping her still, and continued his assault on her sex. Apparently, he had other plans. She was too far out of control to care. Unashamedly, she pushed his head against her and rode his tongue. Waves of orgasm swept over her, and her low scream echoed in the room. Thank heavens, the war room was soundproof, and the screens and cameras were off.

As her body calmed and her head stopped spinning, Tyler stood, pushing off his jeans and boxers.

“I don’t have anything; I’ll make sure I pull out.”

Hell no, she wanted to feel him.

“No. I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want to feel you, Tyler.”

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