Half an hour later, we in his truck on the way to the town that has the mall. It is very kind of him to take me, especially it being so far. Brendan would have never done anything so nice for me. He only cared about his increasingly boring job; that is probably why he was so boring himself.
Tyler is a very good looking man; I think good looking is too subtle; he is as hot as hell. He has the most incredible brown eyes, a perfectly chiseled jaw; his lips seem soft. You can see his sculpted arms and chest through his tight shirt. He is a perfect specimen of a man.
And, of course, I have stared at him for far too long as he has noticed. "You are looking at me like I am desert."
I shyly look away and look outside the window. "I am not."
"Where are you looking at then?"
“Outside the window."
He chuckles at me, and oh my, how damn hot that sounds, even his voice seems hotter than before. "Does my lips look like a window?"
"No," I say in a huff as I try to hide the flush of redness. "I am not staring at them; I just had a brief glance."
"And did you like what you glanced at?"
"Yes," I admit without thinking. "I mean, no!"
"Do you wonder what it felt like if you kissed them?"
"Yes," there he does it again, messing with my head. "No! I mean, no!"
"You glad I don't kiss strangers."
Then I do not know what has overcome me, but now there is no barrier; from here on end, the words are just flowing. "I am not a stranger."
"So you do want to kiss them?"
"Stop confusing me." Of course, I want to, even if he lays them against mine for ten seconds.
And just as I think I am not the only one that thinks I am losing my senses. "Your confusing me."
"How?"
"I am not sure if I should or should not kiss you."
"Why don't you?" I eagerly ask in anticipation of his answer.
"The wedding dress, I am not kissing a woman in a wedding dress that I am not marrying."
"I will take it off," did I just say that. I don't know this man, but all I can think of is those soft lips taking every inch of me.
And he says the very thing that I was thinking. "Are you that desperate?"
"I told you I know what I want; generally, I always get what I want."
"And what makes you think that you are going to get me?"
"You have not stopped staring at me since we left."
Well, who is the one that is feeling embarrassed, maybe for what seems a second. "What are you wearing underneath that wedding dress?" He asks with a look of hunger in his eyes, like a man that craves this desire just as much as I do, even perhaps a whole lot more.
Without even considering the consequences, I answer. "A bodysuit."
Tyler pulls off on the side of the road. He runs around the truck and helps me out of the passenger seat. He closes that final gap between our hesitating lips. Hesitating, not truly, for I really want this with every craving bone in my body. And it is those cravings that make me place my lips gently against his. They feel even better than I imagined. His lips are so damn soft; it feels like a thousand feathers are tickling my lips.
Then ever so soft and sensual, he brushes his lips against mine. He bites and nips and nibbles. As he threatens to slip through my seems, I grab him by the shirt. His passion and hunger grow even greater.
He takes my face between his hands and tangles his fingers in my hair. I go to scrunch my fingers in his hair and pull his lips even closer into mine. This time when he growls, I am right behind him, answering him with my very own moan. I can see his eyes are burning with passion and a deep hunger.
Unable to contain himself anymore, he pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated, and the world gives away. It is a sensual dance of lips...but this...I want more. He slips his tongue through my lips and entwines me into a deeper kiss.
The kiss is growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters, it is just me and him engulfed in this moment, in this perfect kiss.
We finally break free, panting, and out of breath.
"I think we better stop," he says, looking somewhat uncomfortable. I know it is not the feeling of being out of place, but the craving has now made way for a far greater desire. There is the passion that is burning like a fire; he is hot and is wanting more.
But yet my insecurities take over. "Why was it that bad?"
"No, it was amazing."
"What is wrong, then?"
"I might do something we both will regret, though I highly doubt it," he says as he pulls my trembling body into his. And as we melt into one, I feel that he is getting aroused having my body so close to his skin.
He grabs me around my waist and lifts me on the hood of the car. I gasp loudly but do not protest. We stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. His eyes are full of curiosity; mine is soft and full of wonder. His lips are shaking as he breathes little, short breaths.
This man is absolutely sinful. I can so easily get lost in him, every inch of him screams perfect. Who knew that perfection could come in such a tight package? If he does not stop me now, then I might just devour him.
Then I hook my legs around his waist and pull him closer. I look at him and cannot help but give him a cheeky smile; the idea that he wants is driving me crazy. He takes his arms and wraps them around my body. I shift my bum bit by bit forward; I dig my fingers deep into his shoulders and press myself hard into his chest.
“Jenna, I don’t know you, but you are driving me crazy. If we don’t leave, then I am going to take you.”
After a few failed attempts to keep his hands off me, we find ourselves half-hour later back on the road. That was amazing; it is the second craziest thing I have done in two days. I have never kissed another man before; Brendan was my first and my only. Tyler made my body tingle and my knees weak. He seems like a man that knows what he wants, and I want to be the woman that he wants.The first few minutes of the trip are in silence; he, too, must be twirling the heated kisses over and over in his mind. Finally, I guess more out of trying not to cause himself any more frustration; he breaks the silence."So what is this deal with the wedding dress?""Nothing really, I just forgot to grab my overnight back when I left.""Must say it is a nice dress.""Pity I am never going to use it for what it really is intended."I watch as he hesitates for a few moments, not sure if he should ask, but he does anyway."Why did you do it?""Do
It's my third day in this forsaken town. Three days ago, I ran away from my life; I ran away from Brendan, my would have been future husband. He has been calling nonstop, day and night, hour to hour, minute to minute. I have not answered his calls or responded to his messages. I know it is a conversation I need to have with him, just not right now.I can see why these people want to live here; it is dead. The town is dead. It is just as dead as this piece of bacon in front of me. Not only do they have terrible taste in clothes, they clearly can't cook either. I can knock the cat sitting at the door completely unconscious with this thing. Let me not even start with this egg, if you can even call it that. This is the worst breakfast I have ever had in my life.“I don't think you can stab that thing anymore dead than it already is.”I nearly drop over backward off my chair as he comes from behind me, “Fuck. Where did you come from?”&
We turn up a dirt gravel road; there is nothing as far as the eyes can see, we stay on the road for another ten minutes. When we come around a turn, then I see it, the most beautiful house I have ever seen. It's not made from bricks or stone; it is from different kinds of wood. The windows are big, they are open, more windows than walls. It is surrounded by green grass all over, colorful white flowers everywhere, there is a pond with giant fish. Trees are surrounding the house for miles and miles."Is this where you stay? It is amazing.""The other small house is at the back of it. If you are going to stay in town, you can stay there.""Thank you; you really have been nice to me."He gets that damn sexy smile on his face, and I swear my knees give in all over again. With a husky voice, he speaks, "It is hard not to be nice to you."The tone of his voice vibrates over my skin. I take two swallow breaths and exhale. In a whimper, I speak to avoid my
The next day I wake up with a pounding headache; I had too much wine, way too much wine. I lift my head off the pillow to get up. It's throbbing too much; I can't move; I drop my head back in the pillow. It smells spicy; I immediately sit up straight. This is not my bed; it is not my room. I lift the covers; this is not my clothes.Oh my god.I am in Tyler's bed; his godlike body is stretched out next to me. He has a mischievous smile on his face; he has been watching me this whole time."I have never seen anyone so panicked in my life before.""Why am I in your bed?""I put you here."He seems to be rather satisfied with himself as the words roll from those lips that seem even more seductive than before."Why?" I ask."You were drunk and insisted.""Why would I do that?""Do what?""Insist. Insist you put me in your bed?""You told me you wanted to lay next to my naked body.""I did what? Don
We head to the pool, where we make ourselves comfortable on the deck chairs. The heat is almost unbearable; he gets up and sits behind me. He takes a block of ice; he runs it down the back of my neck, and down my shoulders. Then he slides it down my spine and my back. Taking the ice in his mouth, he runs it up to my back again. When he reaches the contours of breasts, he glides it by the sides, then in between. He rubs it over my nipple with my top still on.He finds the elastic of my bikini bottom and slowly pushes his finger in between the fabric and her skin. My voice hitches a pitch, and I become a stuttering mess. He slides the ice in and finds the center of my sensitive spot. He presses and circles. I feel myself start to squirm on the chair.I turn my body to face him, placing my legs around his waist. He starts pulling at the straps keeping the swimsuit together. He does not take it off; he lets it linger. His hands run up my leg, against my inner thighs, his f
It is the first night in my new home. Tyler is up in the main house; I am down here alone. There are so many noises coming from all over the valley. There are crickets, frogs and birds, that I can still deal with. The howling that is just plain scary. I have no idea how someone can live here and not be terrified out of their mind.I know I said no strings attached; I am going to bend my own rule just a little bit. The lights in the main house are all out; I know he does not lock the doors. I slip on a jersey and head to the top. The door is open; I softly let myself in and make my way to his bedroom. I look over to the bed; he is fast asleep.I drop my jersey to the floor; I make my way to the bed, slowly lift the covers, steady myself, and get on top of him. His eyes open, it takes him less than a minute to adjust“For fuck sakes, Jenna.”“What?” I look at him shyly from underneath my fluttering eyelashes.
For the next hour, we fool around in the jacuzzi. When it gets close to seven, I run off to go get dressed. I did not really buy clothes for this type of occasion. I slip on a short flowery dress; it shows a lot of cleavage and just barely covers my ass. Back at the main house, Tyler is already waiting for meHe looks at me, and the mere sight of me knocks his breath away. "You are going to give Mr. James a heart attack.""Or maybe I turn him on, and he gives it to Mrs. James later.""Jenna! What a disgusting thought to put in my head."I burst out in laughter as his cheeks turn a soft rose pink. "Anything interesting that I need to know about them?""They had lived here even before I was born./They close to their sixties. They married for almost thirty-seven years.""Shit," I exclaim. "They sound old. What do we talk about?""Whatever comes to mind."Then the thought dawns on me, "Do they know the crazy lady is coming?" I ask.
I have not seen Tyler for the past two days. I don't know what his excuse is; mine is still the whole steal his heart thing. It has scared the living shit back into me. I have just walked away from the altar. A relationship is the last thing I want or need now.I want to go to the pool, but I am not sure if I should wear a swimsuit or not. I have no idea if he is up at the main house. I bought a new swimsuit from the shop in town; I think I will wear it. It is a nice two-piece white lace set.Regardless of this thing hanging over Tyler and me, I still just want to have sex with him. This built-up desire and hunger are driving my body insane.When I get to the pool, he is not there; I do not see his truck up at the house either. I spent the best of the afternoon in the sun; by the time I head back, there is no sign of Tyler yet.Back at the house, I pour myself a glass of wine and sprawl myself over the couch. Then there is a knock