Page 53 of Forbidden Love

I didn’t think about whether he’d chosen this house because I liked it. My head tilted involuntarily to give him access to my neck. “Me too.”

He accommodated me by kissing the sensitive skin, his hand roving under my shirt and cupping my breasts. I hadn’t bothered to put my bra back on after we’d gotten dressed, and I was loving that decision now. He tweaked the nipple, making my panties wet, as I turned my face to kiss him.

“I want you bent over this table.”

My breath hitched at the picture his words drew. The windows were open to the side yard, but no one ever came over. My brothers didn’t drop in here like they would at the main house, and the thought of being so free was intoxicating. “Yes.”

He lifted my shirt until I let him pull it over my head, and then I stood, shoving down my shorts and panties so he could act on his dirty words.

He did the same before pulling me against him and kissing me. My breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest as he walked me back and swept the papers off the table so he could sit me on it. “Lie back.”

His voice was tight as I hurried to comply. Instinctively, my knees fell apart as he stepped between them and dropped to his.

He didn’t waste any time licking me from my entrance to my clit, where he teased me. His fingers entered me with no hesitation. I was already primed from the earlier bout of sex, so I easily crested with the cool table behind my back. I’d never felt more open with anyone. I wanted to give him everything if he’d take it.

He kissed my inner thighs as he worked his way up my body to suck first one, then the second nipple, into his mouth. His cock teased my entrance, and I ground over it, needing more friction. “I need a condom,” he said as he pulled away from me.

I hated the distance, even though he grabbed the wrapper and ripped it with his teeth before sheathing himself. “As much as I want to fuck you on that table, I’d prefer if you were bent over it.”

I scrambled to get down, his hand on my hip to steady me. With his palm, he eased me over, my palms flat on the table and my cheek to the side. In this position, I felt so vulnerable. I knew he could hurt me, but I vowed to keep my emotions in check.

This was just two adults exploring the chemistry between them. It didn’t mean anything, even as my heart felt like it was slowly being pulled apart at the seams.

He eased my feet farther apart as he tested the moisture between my legs.

I glanced at him over my shoulder. His eyes were dark with desire, and his focus was where he was lining up his cock at my entrance. “Tyler, please.”

“I don’t want to rush.” His voice was softer now, almost reverent, which was interesting given my position bent over the dining room table. This felt rawer than anything I’d ever done with a man before, yet at the same time more intimate.

His cock slowly slid inside, and my eyes fluttered closed as I savored the sensation of him filling me. I chanted his name in my head, wishing I could unleash all the emotions bubbling up inside my chest.

Then he pulled back and thrust inside. With a hand on my hip, he increased his pace, sending my body skidding across the table from the force.

Then he pressed his chest to my back, and he slowed his movements. He kissed my shoulder, moving my hair out of the way to suck on the skin of my neck. The effect was intimate.

I bit my lip against the sensation of his bare body covering mine, his cock filling me up. I was quickly barreling toward another orgasm. I didn’t even think it was possible to experience so much pleasure in one day.

I wondered if my other partners hadn’t been as attentive, but I think it was more than that. It was Tyler. It was like he was meant for me.

I hated to think that way when we hadn’t made any promises to each other. We were enjoying what was transpiring between us. But both of us were aware that it couldn’t go anywhere.

Anytime I’d get the flutter of hope in my chest, I stifled it. I wouldn’t make a decision to stay in Telluride because of a man.

When Tyler reached around to finger my clit, I went off like a rocket, bucking against his hips as he thrust deep. I felt closer to him than I ever had to another person. He took his time, kissing my shoulders and pulling out slowly.

He helped me stand on shaky legs before removing and disposing of the condom in the kitchen trashcan.

I’d have to take it out just in case someone in my family stopped by. The last thing I needed was for any of my brothers to ask questions. It would end whatever this was before it went anywhere.

When he sauntered back over to me, naked, his muscles flexing with each step, he rested his forehead against mine. “What am I going to do with you?”

The question made me flush with warmth. My body was still tingling with the pleasure he pulled from my body, but I wanted more. I wanted to tell him he needed to keep me, but that wasn’t what this was.

We weren’t a couple. This wasn’t a long-term thing. I couldn’t stay in Telluride. Every once in a while, I wondered if I could, but then I dismissed it just as easily.

Tyler pulled away to pick up the blueprints scattered on the floor. “Who knew looking at a few house designs would get me going?”

I pulled on my clothes. “I love looking at them.”

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