Page 34 of She is the Darke

“The worst,” she agreed. “I’ll see you at work. You’re doing 1010 Swallow Tail Way first thing in the morning.”

“Demi—”

“It’s totally understandable. I’m sorry I called. Let’s just pretend we ended at the bar, okay?”

He sighed. “Yep. Okay.”

“Goodnight, Durock.”

“Goodnight, Darke.”

She hung up the phone and set it on the bench by the door like it was a hot potato. Right. Her cheeks were on fire. She did an about-face and motored on into her bedroom. She shucked her clothes, pulled on a black nightie over her orange bra-and-panty set, then pulled her hair up into a messy bun and headed to the kitchen for a little midnight snack of ice cream to cool down her embarrassment.

Her door swung open, and she froze.

Tyler locked his arms on the frame, and his bright-blue eyes dragged up and down her body. He stood straight and let himself in, closed the door behind himself. “You should lock your door, Darke.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

A dark chuckle escaped him as he stalked closer. “I was trying to be a fuckin’ gentleman.”

“Mmm, sounds boring.”

“No, it sounds like what you need. You fight everything, so I was trying to give you time to decide if you like me or not.” He came to stand in front of her, glaring down at her. “You just keep pushing me though. Tempting me.” He reached down, hooked a finger under the lace V of her black cotton nightie, and pulled it down slowly, exposing the top of the orange lace bralette.

“My panties match,” she whispered.

His smile was pure wickedness. “Tell me you want it.”

“I thought you said this was a bad idea,” she murmured, dragging her fingertips up the zipper of his jeans. His cock was hard and ready, and she pursed her lips against a satisfied smile. She was doing that to him.

“You should know I don’t do this,” he rumbled. He slid his hand to her throat and squeezed gently. “Say you want it.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she whispered.

His lips crashed against hers, and he drank her in as he pushed her back into the kitchen. Desperate to be closer to him, Demi pulled at his shirt. He pulled it off smoothly, tossed it to the floor, and then his hands were right back on her.

His muscles rippled under her hands, and God, she’d never had her hands on a more powerful man. His six-pack flexed under her touch as she ran her hands down his torso and hooked her fingers in the front of his jeans. His kiss was deep, and his tongue brushed against hers in a delicious rhythm.

Her back hit the kitchen counter. He pulled her nightie over her head, tossed it, and eased back to drink her in.

She’d never felt more beautiful than she did under his gaze in this moment. He shook his head as his eyes met hers. The smile that tugged at the very corners of his lips said he loved what he saw.

Tyler set her up on the counter like she weighed nothing. He kissed and nipped at her neck, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips. She gripped the back of his neck and rolled her eyes closed as his hands massaged her, and his lips explored her. She was utterly lost to his touch as he memorized her curves. Demi needed more, so she brushed her fingers down his abs, unfastened the snap of his jeans, and slowly ripped the zipper down.

He groaned as she reached inside his open jeans and gripped his swollen cock. Tyler pushed out of his jeans, and she was awed by the shape of his body. He looked even better than she’d imagined. His skin was tan, and his chest was perfectly defined, and those eyes. Those intensely blue eyes that bore into her soul time after time. In desperation to feel more of his skin, she pulled the bralette over her head and rocked backward as his lips immediately found her breasts.

Hand gripping the back of his hair, she rolled her eyes closed and uttered his name on her shaking breath. Tyler kissed down her stomach, down, down, and hooked a finger in the front of her panties, then pulled. She adjusted her hips to free the lacy orange material, and he slid it down to her ankles and threw it on the floor. His lips found the soft skin of her stomach again, and he adored her body inch by inch as he moved his sucking kisses downward. He pushed her knees wider, and she groaned his name as his tongue found her slick entrance. He licked slowly, and her legs started shaking. His eyes found hers for a moment before he closed his eyes and lapped at her—one hand gripping her waist, and one gripping her ankle. He slowly slid his hand up her calf, to the back of her knee, then pulled her leg to rest over his shoulder as he worked her body into an inferno.

“Tyler, I’m there,” she gasped out as her body was suddenly racked with release. “Go deep,” she begged.

He pushed his tongue deep into her. Deep. Deep. Fuck!

She cried out as her body throbbed in ecstasy, and then she was yanked off the counter. He put her on the floor on her hands and knees, and gritted out near her ear, “Go down to your elbows.”

Chills of excitement raced up her spine as she did as he told her. Ooh, he could be bossy in a good way. She liked dominance in this way.

He gripped the back of her hair gently and pushed down his underwear, slid his dick against her wet folds. “I told you to do something earlier, and you refused.”

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