“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.
His fingers slid between her thighs again, caressing her as he ran kisses all around her mouth. By the time his mouth closed over hers, sweetly and slowly, she was dying for more. Shannyn kissed him back, recognizing that his slow pace made her feel cherished. His kiss was persuasive and thorough, making her wonder what it would be like to be with him once he knew what she liked best. He’d blow her mind, almost certainly, given that she was unable to resist him already.
He made a sound of satisfaction that was almost primal, then moved lower again. This time, Shannyn didn’t protest. She felt his breath on her belly, his hands around her waist, his tongue in her navel. Then he eased even lower, his tongue flicking across her clitoris exactly the way he’d teased her nipples. If he used his teeth, that gentle graze would make her scream. Shannyn surrendered to the pleasure he was determined to give and spread her legs wide, inviting him closer.
Of course, Tyler didn’t hesitate.
Shannyn felt the tide rise immediately, and heard herself moan as he coaxed it higher, then lifted his head. She gasped in outrage and he chuckled. “I’ll make you wait for it,” he threatened.
“You are evil,” she managed to whisper, hearing the strain in her own voice.
He just laughed and started over again. He teased her deliberately and she knew he was going to make her work for it. He built her up, then backed away, bringing her to a simmer, then stopping, over and over again. Shannyn was helpless against the pleasure he was determined to give. All she could do was grip his shoulders and enjoy the ride. It took a lifetime, an exquisite eternity of burning and yearning, a dawning conviction that she might not survive, a desperate need to let him go on and on.
Just when she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, he gently slid his tooth across her. His timing was more perfect than she could have believed possible.
And Shannyn did scream, but Tyler didn’t relent. He held onto her and kept teasing her, driving her nearly insane with a release that wouldn’t stop. She kicked, she raged, she clutched at his shoulders and she roared.
She was left trembling and trying to catch her breath.
“Point to you,” she managed to say.
Tyler was wiping his mouth on his discarded undershirt. “Worth the wait?”
“You know it was.”
His grin flashed in the shadows, making him look more young and reckless than he did in his suit. Then he was beside her, his hand in her hair and his eyes glowing with admiration. “Again?” he murmured, kissing her shoulder.
“I’m not sure I’d survive.”
“We could find out.”
“No, I want to ride you now.”
He stretched beyond her to the nightstand, angling over her as he reached into the drawer for a condom.
There was a reminder. He did this all the time. Just like in college.
She wasn’t special.
It was a performance. A really good one, but she shouldn’t put a romantic gloss on it.
It was a transaction and she’d set the terms.
Shannyn plucked the package out of his hand and pushed him to his back, intent upon returning the pleasure. “This time, you’ll lie back and enjoy.”
“I can hardly wait.”
“Oh, I’ll make you wait,” she threatened as she smoothed the condom over him. He was hard and big, impressive in every way. She caressed him, stroking him so that he swelled beneath her touch. “I know a bit about being evil myself.”
“I’ll bet you do.” There was a delicious strain in his voice, and Shannyn realized she was looking forward to shattering his control.
“Worried?”
His eyes gleamed and that confident smile made her blood hum. “Not one bit. I’m at your mercy.”
Shannyn straddled him, savoring the moment, and eased down over him. Tyler’s hands landed on her hips, surrounding her, gripping her gently, but he let her set the pace. She watched, fascinated, as she took him inside her and he gritted his teeth. He arched his head back, his eyes closed, and she saw his pulse throbbing in his throat.
But he let her be in command.
She was going to make him shout. They’d only be together this once, and she was going to make it an interval to remember. She moved slowly, teasing him by pulling back a little, then taking a bit more of him. She could use his own strategy against him. She felt like a goddess when he groaned and his throat worked. His fingers flexed and she could see the tendons in his neck, but he relaxed his grip again and let her torment him with pleasure. Shannyn rolled her hips, took him completely and Tyler caught his breath, his eyes flying open. She then rose above him, taunting him with a view. His hands gripped her waist more tightly but he didn’t pull her down.