Bad In Boots 02 - Ty's Temptation (10 page)

Ty took a pillow and stuffed it behind her back, then turned on the bed and faced her. Her heart raced as he placed his hands on either side of her legs. “Bend your knees.”

Bend her knees? But that would expose her completely. No way. She wanted to be on equal footing with him.

“Take off your clothes,” she countered.

Her expression must’ve given him a clue as to her thoughts because he shook his head and continued in an even tone. “If you want this, you must completely let go of your inhibitions.”

“What I want requires you to be just as naked as me,” she shot back.

Ty raised his eyebrow in a deliberate challenge. “My—”

“I know, I know.” Evan took a deep, steadying breath and bent her knees. When she started to place her feet flat on the bed against her body, Ty climbed on the bed and captured her heels.

Her stomach fluttered and her sex ached when he placed his knees on the outside of each of her thighs, then settled his rear on his calves before he lowered her feet to the bed on either side of this thighs.

Now her body truly surrounded his. If she thought the position he suggested before would expose her, this position allowed no privacy whatsoever.

Ty leaned forward and slid the rubber band out of her hair. His gaze remained fixed on her hair as he ran his fingers through the curls.

Once he’d tossed the rubber band to the floor, he leaned forward and his hands covered hers on the bed. Evan held back her gasp of excitement when he placed a kiss against her neck. While Ty leaned close, she took a deep breath. Leather, musk and a faint soap smell. If she tasted his skin, would he taste salty from the day’s sweaty activities? She had to know.

Evan ran her tongue along his shoulder. She was surprised when she felt Ty shudder.

He pulled back. His green eyes narrowed. “My way, Evan.”

He was salty…in more ways than one, yet he was still sexy as hell. “But—”

His hands tightened around hers.

“Are you saying I can’t touch you?” she asked, incredulous.

“Not yet.”

She let out an exasperated breath. “I just don’t get you. How are we supposed to—”

Ty’s mouth covered hers, cutting off her words. As his tongue thrust deep, tangling with hers, Evan’s mind turned to mush. How was she supposed to argue with him when he was constantly distracting her with his seductive kisses?

She pressed her lips against his, countering his aggressive kiss with her own. God, could the man kiss. The act of his lips slanting over hers while his tongue invaded and enticed her active response sent pinpoints of excitement scattering throughout her body. She dug her toes in the bed and wished he’d let her hands go so she could explore his gorgeous body with more than just her eyes.

Ty moved his mouth to her ear. “Keep your hands right here.”

“If I move my hands?” she challenged.

His serious green gaze met hers as he trailed his fingers across her shoulders in a light caress. “You won’t get what you want.”

Evan set her lips in a firm line and fisted her hands on the bed.

Ty’s lips quirked upward as if he knew just how much of a battle it was for her to keep her hands still. His fingers slid over her collarbone then dropped lower until they cupped the edges of her breasts. Evan’s stomach tensed when he spoke. “You said you know your own body, but do you really?”

The pads of his fingers skimmed her sensitive skin until they came close to her nipples.

Her breathing increased and she noted his raised eyebrow as if he expected her to respond to his question. The stitches above his other eyebrow only made him appear even more dark and intense.

“Yes.”

He plucked at her nipples then pinched them. “Do you touch your breasts while you’re getting off?”

She shrugged and fought the desire slamming through her at his touch. “Not really.”

He shook his head then twirled her nipples before he pinched the tips once more. “That’s a shame. Every part of your body, if stimulated properly, can elicit a sexual response.”

Well, he had her on the nipple thing. Her sex reacted instantly to his stimulation, throbbing in aching need. As far as she was concerned there was only one other place on her body that responded to touch in a sexual sense.

He raised an eyebrow at her silence. “You don’t believe me?”

She skimmed her gaze down his cut chest and six-pack abs to the bulge in his pants. “I know what part of my body responds to sexual stimulation.”

Ty set his jaw at her comment. Now why had that angered him? When he moved his hands to her arms once more she wanted to wail.

He rubbed his fingers along her muscles then skimmed the pads down the skin along the inside of her arms. Evan shuddered at his touch. She had no idea that skin could be so sensitive.

Ty ran his hands back up her arms then pressed his palms against the sides of her breasts as he cupped his fingers around her sides. His hands began to move in slow, circular motions down her sides until he reached her waist.

Evan dug her short nails into her hands to keep from grabbing the man and pulling him against her. The sexy look in his eyes told her he knew what he was doing to her. He gripped her waist and ran his thumbs over her belly button.

Her lower belly moved in and out with her rapid breathing, while her insides pitched and fluttered in tense anticipation.

When he slid his index fingers between the crease where her legs met her body, Evan thought she was going to climax from the built-up anticipation. Her juices flooded in her channel and she throbbed in unfulfilled sexual desire.

Ty glanced down at her sex and smiled. “You’re wet.”

“That means I’m ready.”

He shook his head at her snappy comment. “Not yet.”

“Touch me, Ty,” she begged.

“I am.” His fingers continued their descent down the side of her sex, yet he didn’t touch her.

Her stomach had begun to knot. She clamped her knees as close together as she could and panted out, “I can’t take this.”

Ty’s serious gaze snapped to hers as he pulled her legs apart. “Yes, you can. I want to show you just how explosive it can be, Evan, not the quick orgasms you’re used to experiencing, but a long satisfying one. You have to trust me.”

“Right now I want to kill you,” she bit out between clenched teeth.

He ignored her anger and focused his gaze on her sex once more.

She moaned and rocked her hips when his fingers touched her outer labia. But Ty didn’t just briefly touch her. He rubbed the sensitive skin slowly between his fingers as if he were touching the softest of flower petals. Evan bit back her moan when his fingers moved to the inside of her labia where the tips of his fingers explored up and down the pink skin before he spread her wide open.

Evan gritted her teeth and closed her eyes at the sweet torture. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to be arrested for committing murder. She could see her dad’s shocked expression now.
“You killed him for delaying your orgasm?”

“Open your eyes.”

Evan’s eyes snapped open at his husky tone. She glanced down at the pulse on his throat and managed a smile upon seeing its rapid pace. Good, she wasn’t the only one affected.

Ty’s finger ran along the inside edge of her entrance once more before he circled all the way around.

Evan bucked and whimpered, shutting her eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded. Evan’s gaze locked with his. She sobbed when he slid a finger deep inside her. Her hips moved forward, ready to take all of him.

“Damn, you’re tight and sopping wet,” he gritted out.

“I told—” She cut herself off and moaned in sheer pleasure when her skin seemed to stretch even more. He must’ve added another finger.

Ty began to thrust his fingers in and out of her body. When she moaned, he said, “You know I’m bigger than this, baby…a lot bigger.”

She heard the warning in his tone and rocked her hips in earnest, seeking relief. “I’m looking forward to it.”

His gaze lowered to his hand between them. He seemed enthralled by the sight.

Evan’s breathing turned rampant as she lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. She was so close.

Ty’s movements slowed and he withdrew his fingers to run them along the sensitive skin around her entrance. Now he was touching her inner labia.

“Wh-why did you stop?” She gripped the sheet tight in her fists and her breath hitched when he circled his finger around her clitoris.

Ty’s steady gaze met hers as he slid his fingers inside her once more. Evan jerked her hips against him and relished the sensation of his fingers turning inside her, touching her thoroughly, intimately and oh-so purposefully. He was methodical, touching every section of her channel before pressing on a wonderful spot deep inside.

Evan felt her orgasm approaching. She closed her eyes and tensed her body, ready to welcome the passionate tremors.

Ty started to withdraw his hand once more. Her eyes jerked open and she grabbed his wrist, holding him close to her. “No!”

His gaze darkened and his expression turned hard. His fingers stilled inside her. “Do you want this? Want to come so bad you can’t stand it?”

When she bit her lip and nodded, he skimmed his fingers across her hot-spot once more in a deliberate caress. “Then trust me.”

She released his hand and let out an unsteady, sexually frustrated breath.

Ty watched the myriad expressions filter across Evan’s face—frustration, fear, anger then reluctant acceptance.

Curls of strawberry-blonde hair stuck to the side of her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin literally glowed from her exertions. He’d always thought redheads were hot, but he came to the conclusion that a touch of red in blonde hair made him ache. Evan was so damn sexy, so sincere and natural in her responses…he’d never wanted a woman more than he did this one. She held nothing back. He saw every glimmer of emotion scatter across her face as she experienced them. It was the most erotic sex he’d ever had with a woman and he’d yet to slide inside her.

She began to whimper and roll her hips as he brushed her G-spot over and over again. Primal male satisfaction rose within him. He wanted to beat his chest—damn, he wanted to fuck her so bad he was sure he’d have blue balls before this session was over.

But he was determined to make this an experience Evan would never forget. To show her how satisfying her orgasm could be if she delayed her release until she couldn’t hold back any longer.

At the same time he rubbed her hot-spot deep inside, Ty pressed his palm flat on her lower belly on the outside of her body, making every stroke against her G-spot that much more tactile. Then he moved his thumb over her clit and rolled the tiny bud in small circles.

“Ohmigod, Ty…I can’t.”

She began to buck hard against him.

“Look at me.”

Evan opened her eyes and the arousal he saw there almost did him in. Ty clenched his jaw and reined in his raging lust. If he didn’t, the woman wouldn’t know what hit her. He’d be inside her before her orgasm stopped.

She’d risen up on her hands to press her body down hard against the heel of his hand. As her channel began to contract around his fingers, her arms began to shake and Ty couldn’t resist any longer. While he continued to stroke inside her body, he cupped the back of her neck and yanked her close.

When his mouth covered hers, Evan wrapped her arms around his shoulders. As she rode the last remnants of her climax, she tugged on his hair, moaned against his mouth and pressed closer. If that didn’t tell him just how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her, nothing would.

The momentum of her actions threw them both back against the bed. Ty was so caught up he reacted purely on animal instinct.

Withdrawing his hand from her body, he quickly rolled her underneath him. His fingers speared through her hair at the same time he thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. Without conscious thought he pressed his aching cock against her wet heat and ground against her. He relished the sensation of her naked breasts crushed against his chest, while the smell of her sex further seduced him with its alluring aroma.

Evan panted at his actions and dug her fingernails into his back. She wrapped her legs tight around his hips and locked him to her.

Ty pistoned against her sweet body as if his hips had a mind all their own. His jeans did little to buffer the erotic sensations his actions elicited. When he felt his orgasm approaching and realized his mind wasn’t going to be able slow it down, he jerked his mouth from hers. No, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was determined to remain detached, in control.

He ignored the confused look on Evan’s face as he got up from the bed.

“Ty?”

She sat up on her elbows. Her breasts were begging to be touched, her hair was a gorgeous mess and her lips were swollen from his hard kisses. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her body again and again. The thought of being the very first man to do so slammed through his mind, front and center. But not like this. Not when he didn’t have a handle on his desires.

“My way,” was all he managed to grunt out before he grabbed his boots and walked out of the bedroom, heading for the front door.

Chapter Six

Evan stood in her house and shoved clothes across the wooden rod in her bedroom closet with a disgruntled sigh. Nothing. Not one damn stylish piece of clothing in the whole lot.

“What does that say about you?” she mumbled aloud as she blew an errant curl out of her face.

She glanced at her watch and her stomach tensed when she realized she had less than two hours to transform herself into a sleek, sophisticated woman before Harm and Jena’s party started. Harm’s parents were very active in the community, so she knew everyone who was anyone would be there…including Doctor Lily Shelton. It irked her that she felt this strong desire to outshine Lily.

She pulled a blue dress she’d forgotten about out of the closet. Laying the soft fabric against her chest, she turned and faced herself in the mirror.

She scanned the freckles on her nose then moved her gaze to her broad shoulders and mammoth height, and came to the annoying conclusion she couldn’t compete with Lily’s sleek, classy look and petite stature.

Throwing the dress on her bed, she frowned at herself in the mirror. Why was it so important that she grab Ty’s attention tonight? Her cheeks turned red at the memory of what they shared earlier. The passion and intensity between them blew her away. Ty did what he set out to do. He showed her that a man with the right sexual knowledge could make her body quake with a mind-blowing orgasm.

But what swept her heart away wasn’t only the soul-jarring climax she’d experienced, but Ty’s lips on hers, the sensation of him rolling her underneath him and pressing his cock against her as if he couldn’t stop himself. In that moment, she realized that more than losing her virginity, what she wanted from Ty was fierce, unbridled, out-of-control desire—for her. Something she had a depressing feeling he once felt and, based on his reaction today, probably still felt for Lily.

With one last determined glance at the mirror, she squared her shoulders and turned back to the closet to find a pair of shoes.

* * * * *

Ty kept one eye on the hotel’s ballroom doorway while he half listened to his mom talking to Harm’s parents.

“Having a good time, Ty?” His uncle Rick clapped him on the shoulder as he walked up.

Ty turned to his uncle. “Hey, Uncle Rick. I’m glad you made it. Have you spoken to Jena yet?”

Rick gave him a broad smile. The effect spread his black mustache across his open face. “Yep, met her fiancé, too. She seems very happy.” His smile lowered and a sad look crossed his face. “I wish my brother had lived to see his little girl getting married.”

Ty put his hand on his uncle’s thick shoulder. “I think my dad would be very glad to know his brother came all the way to Texas to see his niece get married.”

His uncle’s smile returned. “I know you’re giving Jena away, but I told her I’d like to stand up and give her a kiss and a hug for her dad before she takes her vows.”

Ty nodded and smiled. “I’m sure she’d love that.”

Turning to Harm’s parents who Jena had introduced him to earlier, Ty said, “Mr. and Mrs. Steele, I’d like you to meet our uncle, Rick Hudson.”

While Rick spoke to Harm’s parents, Ty pushed his suit jacket sleeve back and glanced at his watch. Where was Evan? The party had started half an hour ago. Guilt tightened his chest. He’d left her rather abruptly. When he’d come back to the house, she was gone. He hoped the reason she hadn’t shown yet was because she was upset at the way he’d left. But damn the woman affected him more than he wanted or expected her to.

Familiar seductive floral perfume with a hint of jasmine surrounded him before a feminine hand encircled the crook of his arm.

“Hello, Ty.”

His gaze locked with Lily’s dark brown eyes and his stomach tensed. “Hey, Lily.”

She kept her hand on his arm and her gaze drifted across his face. “You left before I could tell you to keep your wound clean, and if you’re still in town after two weeks, to come back to have the stitches removed.”

Ty didn’t respond. He scanned the crowd sitting down and eating, then his gaze moved past the group of people dancing on the dance floor to the entrance once more.

“You’re so quiet. Not at all like the Ty I knew.”