Page 10 of Maid to Desire
Why did his damn brother have to be obedient and remove my spark plugs? I needed a get-away car. Pronto.
“Well, if that’s the case, let’s call these sisters of yours so I can get their blessings.” He smiled real big. A smile I would deem worthy of aColgatecommercial.
If my sisters did see him, I’m pretty sure he would get a unanimous vote ofyesfor taking me out. Hell, mama might even give him ayes.She was always telling me stories of how daddy’s good looks, smooth words, and great humor had won her over. Those were qualities Tyler Benedict had.
“Well, you didn’t give me a flatnothat time so my boyish charm must be starting to work,” he chuckled softly. “So?” he prompted with a hopeful look in his eyes.
“I’m going to blame exhaustion and hunger for my lack of better judgment,” I sighed. “But I’mnotgoing inside a restaurant because I look like shit.”
“You look beautiful, Melinda,” he smiled. “But if you’d feel better, we can order you some clothes from a boutique and have them delivered here. You’re welcome to use the shower.”
“You’re making this into a scene fromPretty Woman,” I grumped and started to wiggle away from him. He kept his arms around my waist.
“Melinda, relax. Please,” he whispered. “I’m just trying to ensure you’re comfortable. I promise.”
“Okay,” I nodded but didn’t look him in the eyes.
“Melinda, look at me. Please?” I shook my head in response. “Look at me or I’m going to have to do something to get your mind off things.”
“Like what?” I asked with my eyes focused on his shirt button.
“This,” he said softly, lifting my chin gently with his hand.
Our eyes met and he lowered his head. He captured my lips with his. My entire world froze and shook all in one breath.
I moaned into his mouth. My hand gripped his shirt and my lips parted wantonly welcoming a deeper kiss. I needed Tyler just as much as I needed air.
ChapterSix
“Tyler,”I gasped when his tongue slid between my lips. The taste of chocolate, coffee, and rum exploded on my tongue.
Tyler lifted me up by my ass. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as he carried me inside the house. The door clicked shut behind us, but my eyes remained closed. I was basking in the moment, in the kiss-- Tyler’s passionate kiss.
Damn, he could kiss.
He stopped walking and grabbed my ass firmly. One of his hands disappeared but soon found its way back to my ass.
SMACK!
I gasped, moaned, whimpered, and cried out all in one breath when Tyler’s hand smacked my ass hard. The roughness was painful yet arousing. I opened my mouth to speak but was silenced by his teeth nipping my bottom lip. Another wave of contradicting emotions shook through me.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
“Mmm. So responsive,” Tyler said huskily, kissing the side of my neck. I leaned into his touch. He kissed along the side of my neck, across my cheek, and back to my lips.
“Tyler.” My single, faint word was a plea. A plea of what only he could give me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he moaned, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back slightly. He looked down at me with intense, lust-filled eyes. His look made me squirm with need. “Let me cook for you first and then--”
“No. Please,” I begged, kissing his neck. He moaned in satisfaction. I grazed my teeth along the side of his neck.
“Fuck!” He growled and slapped my ass hard.
I yelped from the sting, but only briefly because a moan soon followed. My pussy throbbed hard, soaking my panties with arousal.
“Take these off,” Tyler demanded, pulling at the waist of my pants. “Now.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied absently.
