Page 9 of Dirty Little Vow

“Let me up, Tyler. How many times do I have to say it? Let. Me. Up.”

“Please don’t make me do that,” he says, and the “please” is what gets to me.

Tyler doesn’t say please. That word gives me pause, and I curl my fingers on his shoulders, but I’m not calm, not one little bit. “Please what, Tyler? Please can you get out of this? Please can you—”

His fingers curl on my neck, under my hair, and he pulls my mouth just above his. “Please listen to me,” he says, and his hand covers my breast, sending a spiral of sensations through my body.

“I can’t do that with your hand on my breast,” I whisper.

“Yes, you can because my hand on your gorgeous breast tells a story you need to hear. I want you. Ineed you. I love you like I didn’t know I could love, Bella. I’m trying to protect you.”

“Are you? Or are you—”

His fingers twine in my hair, an erotic tug to his grip that has me gasping with the bite it creates. “You know why it took me so long to touch you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Because I knew I’d never stop.” He’s barely spoken the words before he’s pulled my mouth to his, and he’s kissing me with possessive demand. And I can taste that part of him I once thought I’d never know. The part of him that lies beneath the hard, dirty-talking, sexy leader of Hawk Legal. The part of him that is human and fallible but somehow perfect in every way. And beyond all logic, I forgive him for the wall he slammed between us, if only for a moment, thankfully it was more a flimsy veil than it was steel.

But what if it’s steel next time? On second thought, I need to know he has the room to think, and that he chooses what he wants, what he really wants, not what is forced upon him by a legal document. I need to know that’s us. I part our lips, tearing my mouth from his. “I should give you space to think.”

“Do you know what happens when you give a man like me space he doesn’t want? You end up against your office door with your leg over my shoulder and me on my knees. I’m not walking away from you, Bella. And I’m not letting you walk away, either.”

The fingers of my hand splay on his cheek where they have somehow landed, the heat in my belly sliding lower, but I still manage to push back. “You can stay on your knees and make me beg every day, but if I don’t think you really want to be with me, Tyler, I’ll walk away.”

His fingers twine in my hair and he tugs me closer, the bite erotic, shocking me into a gasp. “Try to run, baby. I will chase you across the world.” His tone is sandpaper rough and etched in emotion that is as arousing as it is convincing. But is it real? That’s the question, and I don’t know how to find the truth.

Chapter Seven

Bella

Before I can even think about what to say to Tyler, he drags my mouth to his and kisses me like there is no tomorrow. Like I’m leaving him or he’s leaving me and I don’t like it. I want to tell him so, I want to tell him all the reasons why, but his tongue…his tongue is magic, and his hand is still on my breast.

I moan with the taste of man and whiskey, and sink into the kiss, every ounce of anger and hurt transforming into need and hunger. Tyler catches my hands and presses them behind me, and onto his legs, the very act thrusting my breasts in the air. He pulls my hips forward, effectively deeming me captive and at his mercy.

I am no longer naked and ignored. His eyes are ravenous, his fingers plucking at my nipples, and I can barely take the trembling ache in my sex where I need him. Where I know he will never allow himself to be right now. Because it’s about control. He felt me pull away. He felt he lost his place with me, and he wants it back. He lost nothing. I’m so here. I was always here, just afraid I was alone.

And then, Lord, help me, his mouth is on my nipple, his tongue twirling and teasing before he begins a deep suckle. One of his hands does a seductive slide down my body, and I’m panting when his fingers slip between my thighs, twirling my clit. I arch into the touch, and he rewards me by stroking my sex, and then slipping into me.

“You want me to lick you here, baby?”

This baby thing is not new, but for reasons I can’t explain, tonight it’s ridiculously arousing. Or maybe that’s just his fingers. I nod, my teeth scraping my bottom lip and he says, “Come to me, lift your hips.”

More than happy to oblige, I try, I do, but I can’t get to him with my hands behind my back and all my weight on them as well. I collapse and moan. Tyler literally pulls me forward and up, until I’m lying flat on his lap and my legs are around his neck. Never in my life—oh…his mouth closes down on me and in this position, I feel vulnerable and completely and totally owned. His mouth and tongue are everything, and my hands try to grab onto something, but there’s really nothing in reach. I’m so there already that I tense up and swear ten seconds later I’m quaking with such fierceness, I feel the orgasm in every part of me.

When it ends, I sink down as low as my angle allows and pant out a breath. Tyler somehow lifts me—I don’t even know how from where I’m resting—and the next thing I know, I’m on my back on our mattress, and when I lift up on my elbows, he’s standing at the end of the bed, shoving down his pajama pants. And then he’s naked, and Tyler is simply a perfect specimen of man, all long lines of sinewy muscle, with his thick erection jutting forward, thickly veined with his arousal. My mouth is officially parched with anticipation, not to mention, all the panting I was doing in his lap.

When his knees hit the mattress I sit up, catching his erection in my hand and leaning into him to lick the tip.

He groans in reaction and catches my head, surprising me when he tilts my face to his and says, “Not now,” his mouth covering mine, kissing me deeply, the taste of whiskey now salty and sweet. When our lips part, he says, “That’s you on my tongue, Bella, where you belong.” And then I’m on my back again, and he’s spreading my legs, settling between my thighs. The heavy weight of him pressing me deeper into the mattress as erotic as it gets. The feel of his cock pressed against my sex driving me wild.

His fingers dive into my hair, his eyes seeking mine as he forces my gaze to his, a mix of turbulent emotions and hot coals in his eyes as he says, “I need you, woman. How do you not know that by now? How could you think—”

I lift up and press my lips to his before I say, “Talk later. Please. I need—”

His mouth is on mine again, devouring me with a kiss that is everything and not enough. My body clenches, and I’m near desperate. I’ve had an orgasm without him inside me, and I need that problem remedied and I need it now. “Tyler,” I murmur, and he slides a hand under my backside, angling my hips, and then slides inside me, driving hard as he does.

I’m back to gasping—this night is turning me into an expert gasper and my panting is top-notch, for sure. But how can I not do both? He’s so very hard and thick, and every nerve ending in my sex is alive and performing exceptionally well. Or this is another of those maybes…maybe it’s just him. I’m affected by Tyler, emotionally and physically, and the combination is explosive.

“Holy fuck, you feel good, Bella.”

He leans in and catches my lip with his teeth, nipping it to the point that I yelp but then his tongue is there, laving the ache away. At the same time, he eases out of me, and when I arch upward, trying to bring him back, he trusts hard. He’s all about my legs tonight, because he folds them into my chest and presses them to his.

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