Page 12 of Just One Fake Date

And then he’d stopped.

No, Tyler had slowed his seduction beyond any expectation. He was taking an eternity with her nipples, ensuring that they were tight and hard, and that she was wetter than she’d ever been before. He was fixed on his task, teasing and tormenting her, making her wait for it. She had the feeling that he might take hours in foreplay.

His control was impressive and a little daunting.

As well as unexpected.

Shannyn had expected her pleasure to be incidental, not to be cultivated. But it hadn’t worked out that way at all.

Maybe he wasn’t the asshole she’d accused him of being.

But then, she’d suspected that all along.

Just enjoy.His growl of a command had sent shivers through her. She’d felt the words as much as she’d heard them, but it had been impossible to argue with him. Shannyn couldn’t remember the last time she’d done that. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had been determined to give her pleasure. But Tyler wasn’t taking no for an answer. His powerful hands swept over her body and the heat of admiration in his expression was enough to make her heart stop.

Or race. She was more than ready for him, but he wasn’t going to hurry. Shewouldscream if he slid the barest edge of his teeth across her nipple again, then he did and she managed to hold back.

“You like that,” he whispered, his breath fanning her skin.

“Who wouldn’t?” she managed to reply. Again, she tried to touch his nipples and give as good as she got, but Tyler was sliding down the length of her. He moved with deliberation, his hands caressing her breasts as his mouth moved to her navel. He trailed kisses over her skin, a burning path of sensation that melted her bones. Shannyn halfway thought she’d die of pleasure before he was done and she couldn’t think of a better way to go.

That was before his hands bracketed her waist, which made her feel delicate and treasured. His thumbs traced circles over her hips, then his mouth slid even lower.

She would die if he did that.

“You don’t have to,” she protested.

“I want to.”

“No guy really wants to,” Shannyn argued, and felt Tyler lift his head. She looked down to find him watching her, his shoulders in silhouette, his eyes gleaming.

“What kind of losers have you been with?” he murmured, but didn’t seem to expect an answer. He was beside her in one smooth move, catching her chin in his hand, his gaze boring into hers. “I love it,” he said with such conviction that her breath caught. “There’s nothing sexier than feeling a woman get closer and closer, then driving her right over the edge. Nothing.” He nodded slightly and his voice was husky when he continued. “Feeling that little bead get harder is going to drive me crazy.”

“But...”

His hand swept over her, his fingers slipping between her thighs. He caressed her until she writhed, pinching her just a little so that she gasped.

“This way’s fine,” she whispered.

“That way’s better,” he argued. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

“I don’t like when my partner feels obligated to do it.”

“I don’t. I want to.”

“But...”

Ty kissed Shannyn to silence, the caress of his fingers making her desperate for more. She moaned when he slid two fingers inside her, but he was relentless. When he lifted his head, her breath was coming quickly and her heart was thundering. He watched her intently as he lifted his hand and licked his own fingertips. “It’s clean and sweet, like nectar in a flower.” His voice dropped lower and she felt his erection against her hip. She couldn’t look away from the conviction in his gaze. “Your nectar. Your honey.” He smiled a little, the dangerous smile that made her blood simmer. “I promise to make it worth your while to indulge me.”

“You’re not the one being indulged.”

“Oh, yes, I am.”

Shannyn swallowed. “Is the scream part of it?”

“The louder and the longer the better,” Tyler growled, then kissed the corner of her mouth. He whispered in her ear. “And going down on you is the very best way to make you shout.”

Shannyn couldn’t argue with that.

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