Page 111 of Just One Fake Date

He smiled slightly. “Not nearly,” he repeated as if she’d made a huge concession. He ran his hands over the steering wheel, clearly choosing his words with care, maybe deciding how much to tell her. “Here’s what I think,” he said finally. “I think you feel the same electric attraction I feel, and that you want to do it fast and hard so you can pretend it’s just sport sex.” He turned to meet her gaze, his own knowing. “I think you’re afraid to make love, to look me in the eye, to maybe let me see that it’s not just about pleasure.”

Shannyn’s breath caught and she couldn’t think of a thing to say. She was lost in his intense gaze.

“And so I have a challenge for you,” Tyler continued in that smooth persuasive tone. “We can do it fast, but only if we do it slow after that. Call it compare and contrast.”

Twice.

But it was just sex.

She could do this—and more importantly, she wanted to.

Shannyn sensed that Tyler was uncertain of what she’d do, and the temptation of surprising him was too much to resist.

Her choice made, she reached over and ran her fingertip across his mouth, watching his eyes darken. “You’re on,” she said. “Fast and hard first, on the kitchen counter.”

“You’re on,” he said, and got out of the car so fast that Shannyn was laughing when he opened her door.

“Motivated?”

“I like to win,” he said with a cocky smile. “Let’s do this thing.”

Fastand hard on the kitchen counter.

As much as Ty liked to take it slow and savor Shannyn, as much as he wanted to make it last, there was something thrilling about her challenge. If she wanted it fast, he’d deliver—so that she never had it better again. She fumbled with her keys as she was fitting the one into the lock, and he lifted them out of her hand, opening the door and ushering her inside.

He pulled down the blind on the door and shut the curtains. “If it’s going to be like this, you have to be wet.”

“I’ve got that covered,” she said, a thread of humor in her voice.

Ty pivoted to find that Shannyn had lifted her dress over her head and she tossed it toward a kitchen chair as he watched. She was wearing lingerie, which he hadn’t expected. Her merry widow was navy blue lace and satin with garters that stretched down to the lace tops of her stockings. It made her look tinier and more delicate, her skin seeming fair against the dark lace. Her breasts were nestled in lace cups and he could see the nipples through the lace. Ty could smell her arousal, which had to be the most seductive scent ever. He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard in his life.

She watched him as she pinched her own nipples, her expression playful, then she rolled them between finger and thumb.

“That’s my job,” he said, shedding his jacket and casting it in the general direction of the kitchen table. In one smooth move, he pinned Shannyn against the counter and replaced her hands with his own. Her nipples were already hard and he was a little rough with them, his touch making her moan. She guided his thumb ring to one nipple and rubbed it across the tight peak, holding his gaze as she parted her lips and gasped. Ty took the hint, continuing to torment her with the edge of the ring as he cupped her head in his other hand and kissed her hard. It was a demanding and possessive kiss, a claiming, and his heart jumped when Shannyn more than met him halfway. She wrapped one leg around his and caught his face in her hands, feasting on his mouth, using her teeth and tongue to drive him into a fury of need.

Ty felt like a starving man offered a feast. Every smile she’d given him, every playful look, every tear and every confession of the day had snared him in a web that he didn’t want to escape. He wanted Shannyn, however she wanted him, and he wanted her now.

When he bent to take her nipple in his mouth, suckling it hard and grazing it with his teeth, she whispered to him, her voice husky. “I like how lingerie feels. It makes me feel naked under my clothes.” She ran her fingers roughly through his hair, arching her back as he words drove him crazy. “It makes me feel hot and horny.”

Ty framed her face in his hands and captured her mouth in a kiss that could go on forever. He let loose, not holding back on his desire at all, deeply satisfied by Shannyn’s truth. Her hands were in his hair, clutching at him, pulling him closer, demanding more. Her mouth was open to him, her tongue flicking against his and her scent surrounding him, beguiling him, snaring him. Ty wanted to eat her until she screamed but she wouldn’t let go of his head and he understood that she really did want it fast and hard.

He backed her harder into the counter, crushing her against it, loving how she wriggled with satisfaction. He never stopped kissing her, his need matched by her own. She grazed him with her teeth, her hands sliding under his shirt to pinch his nipples before she unfastened his belt. He felt his trousers drop and slid his hands over her, his fingers spread wide and his palms flat against her thighs, savoring the soft warmth of her skin. The garters were beneath her panties, as if she’d planned for this, and that realization enflamed Ty. Shannyn made a little purr when he hooked his thumbs beneath her panties. He pushed them down in one smooth stroke, leaving them around her ankles and capturing her mouth again. He felt her kick them off as he lifted her onto the counter without breaking their kiss.

He stepped back then to push off his shoes and kick his trousers aside. His tie and shirt were discarded and he got a condom from his trouser pocket, turning to study her as he put it on.

Her expression turned wicked and she sighed with mock tolerance. “There’s only one problem with sharp dressed men.”

“What’s that?”

“Too many clothes.” Shannyn smiled then spread her knees wide, bracing one heel on the edge of the counter to display herself to him. Ty’s heart stopped as she touched herself.

“Not any more.” He smoothed on the condom, then returned to stand between her knees. Shannyn wrapped her legs around his waist, but Tyler unfastened the back of her merry widow, one hook at a time.

“You don’t like lingerie?”

“I like skin better,” he said, sliding his thumb across her bared nipples. She threw her head back and he teased it again with his ring, just because she liked it. “I like feeling your skin against mine.” Shannyn leaned back, bracing her hands on the counter behind herself and arched back as he finished stripping her bare. She was so beautiful, so passionate, so perfect.

When she was left wearing only her stockings, he caught her nape in one hand and kissed her.

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