Some Like It Hot (21 page)

The first thing Sydney noticed was that Tyrone’s hotel suite had a separate spacious sitting area, a bedroom, and another room with a computer that he could use for an office. There was also a nice eat in kitchen area with a bar.

The second thing she noticed was that he was leaning against the closed door, looking at her like she was something delicious to eat.

“Nice place,” she said when it became apparent he preferred looking at her to talking. She removed her coat and placed it over a chair. “No wonder this room is at the end of the hall. I didn’t know this hotel had rooms so large.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything.

“I guess, since you’ll be here six weeks, you need all this space.”

Again he nodded but still didn’t say anything. He just continued looking at her.

He evidently liked what she had on—a short, purple wool dress, flesh-tone pantyhose, and a pair of short black leather boots. His expression when he had first seen her that day had indicated as much. The dress clung to her curves like a second skin.

It was then that she noted how short her outfit was and how much thigh was showing. Pretending to smooth out the winkles in the dress, she tried to pull it down to cover more of her, she glanced up as Tyrone moved away from the door. His gaze was intense, deeply penetrating, profoundly predatory, and definitely hungry. And it was communicating a message to her that sent chills all through her body.

He came within three feet of her, then stopped. “I consider your brother a friend,” he said huskily.

She lifted a brow. “And?”

He frowned and gazed at her several long seconds before he finally responded. “And I’m not sure he would appreciate knowing what I intend to do to you.”

She shrugged. “Do you plan to tell him?”

“No.”

“Well then, why worry about it? Besides, if you haven’t noticed, Tyrone, I’m a grown woman and old enough to make my own decisions about what I want.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I got the impression that he liked your ex-boyfriend and was hoping the two of you would work things out.”

Sydney shrugged. She knew her family liked Rafe and was clinging to that hope. “And I believe I told you that won’t happen.”

She decided to be completely honest with him so he would know why she was so certain of that. “Rafe wasn’t satisfying me in bed like I figured he should be, and I thought we had the kind of relationship where we could talk about it, and be open to trying new and different things. So I suggested a few.”

Tyrone nodded. “And I gather that he didn’t go along with your suggestions?”

“No. In fact, he got upset over my having the gall to think that anything in our sex life needed improving. He had no complaints, so he felt if there was a problem, it had to be mine.”

Tyrone shook his head, not believing that any man would be that inconsiderate to his woman. “What a selfish bas—”

“My sentiments exactly. I ended our relationship after that. He said a lot of things to me that were unforgivable. And when he showed up at my place like everything was peachy-keen between us, I was ready to tell him just where he could go.”

Tyrone grinned. “Good for you.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, I think so.”

He took the remaining steps to stand directly in front of her. “And it’s good for me, too, since I consider myself a very generous man. If I feel good, then I can guarantee that you’ll feel even better,” he said huskily, placing his arms around her waist and bringing her against his already hard body.

“Then I hope, Mr. Hardcastle, that you feel good,” she said with labored breathing.

“I have no doubt that I will.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, and Sydney immediately forgot Rafe’s selfishness and everything else except Tyrone. All her mind could concentrate on was how good he tasted and how wonderful it felt being in his arms and being kissed by him. He might be a master artist with his musical skills, but that mastery also extended to his tongue and how well he used it.

He was stroking, teasing, and tasting her to oblivion, and she was driven by her desire to give him anything he wanted. From the way he was kissing her, he wanted a whole lot. He deepened the kiss to show her how much. His mouth tasted like the strawberry daiquiri he had at lunch, a sweet, fruity flavor that was making heat coil deep within her lower belly; where she could feel his hard and solid erection pressing against her. He pulled her closer to his strong, muscular body.

When he finally released her mouth, she grasped the lapels of his leather coat to keep from sinking to her knees, she felt that weak. Moments later, he removed his coat and tossed it on the chair with hers, then pulled her back into his arms.

Once again he succeeded in sweeping her away in mindless passion. He lifted up her dress to caress her backside, then he broke the kiss, lifted her into his arms, and set her down on the bar’s countertop.

He leaned down and removed her boots, then straightened his tall frame to look at her. “Lift up so I can take off those pantyhose,” he whispered. Without thinking twice about it, she raised her bottom while he eased the silky hose down her legs, caressing and massaging them as he went, then dropped the pantyhose on the floor.

“You have beautiful legs, Sydney,” he said, lifting her right leg and letting it come to rest in his midsection, propped up on his hardness.

She swallowed. “Thanks. I think you have beautiful legs, too.”

He lifted a curious brow and smiled. “And when did you see my legs?”

“That Sunday we met. You rode your bike to Leo’s.”

He nodded. “I like staying in good shape.”

“As a woman I can appreciate that.”

His smile widened as he placed her back on her feet. “Now for your dress,” he said as he reached behind her for the zipper. He found it without any trouble and began easing it down. When he slowly removed the dress from her body, he exposed a purple bra and a matching pair of purple V-string panties.

He caught his breath as he stared at her, seeing the purple dress in a heap at her feet and the purple underwear she was wearing. “Did you know that purple is my favorite color?”

She grinned. “Yes, I figured as much, especially after what you suggested that day in Victoria’s Secret. And to think when I bought this set I thought it was a pity that you would never see me in them.” She chuckled. “Boy, was I wrong.”

Tyrone nodded, thinking she didn’t know how wrong she was. A part of him had known he would see her this way, eventually.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said. She tugged his shirt out of his jeans and rubbed her hand over his bare stomach. The crisp hair there sent a thrumming sensation throughout her body.

She captured his gaze when she began removing his belt. “I’ve never undressed a man before,” she said, thinking how most of the time Rafe was naked in bed, waiting for her, before she could bat an eye. “I think I like doing this,” she added, tossing his belt aside.

“I happen to think you’re pretty good at it,” Tyrone managed to say when she went to the snap of his jeans and began easing his zipper down, grateful that she was taking her time. The bulge of his erection was so large, he didn’t want her to cause him any permanent damage.

“You’re amazing,” she said in astonishment when he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside. He was now down to his shirt and briefs.

“Now it’s my turn again,” he said, pulling her into his arms, and liking the feel of having her there. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, took the time to toss it with the rest of their discarded things, then fastened his gaze on her. Seeing her naked chest was nearly too much for him. Her breasts were perfect, and he couldn’t help but reach out and cup them. He liked the way her breasts felt in his hand and the way the nipples hardened against his caressing fingers. Soon he felt an urge to taste her and he leaned down to capture a budding tip in his mouth.

With the feel of Tyrone’s mouth on her breasts, Sydney became so aroused she begged him to stop, then begged him for more. His tongue was driving her insane with pleasure. Lifting her by the waist, he set her back on the bar, then began removing his shirt.

A lump formed in Sydney’s throat. She’d never participated in this part of lovemaking with Rafe, and found that simply watching Tyrone undress was so arousing it only added to her sweet torture. He was in perfect condition, with a well-muscled chest, and she was tempted to rub her bare breasts against it.

She watched as he finally rid himself of his last piece of garment and let out a deep admiring sigh. The man was so beautifully made in every way it overwhelmed her senses.

“Now, take off your panties,” he said heatedly. “I want to know all your hidden feminine secrets and I want to see them as well.”

He lifted her off the bar, stood her on her feet, and slowly began tracing the outline of her panties with his fingertips. The sensuous caress made her moan with desire.

“These are so skimpy, it’s like you aren’t wearing anything,” he whispered near her ear, his breath ragged. “This barely covers you.”

Sydney shuddered from his touch. Her senses were approaching overload, and she didn’t think she could handle much more of his mind-blowing stimulation. “Tyrone, I—”

His finger slipped past the edge of her panties to find just what she wanted. Instinctively she widened her legs for him. Her smoldering groan was all the invitation he needed to slip his finger into the dewy essence of her heat and stroke her even hotter.

When she swooned, Tyrone picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. No sooner had he placed her on the bed than he joined her and removed the last barrier that shielded her body from him. Before she could react, his mouth replaced where his finger had been earlier and she all but screamed as he worshipped her body in a way no man had ever done before. His mouth knew the exact spot to increase the sensuous torture she was going through, and she couldn’t do anything but enjoy the sensations.

When she thought there was no way she could possibly take anymore, he reached into the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom packet. With one hand still covering the heat of her mound, he used his mouth to rip open the packet.

“Let me,” she found herself saying, then wondered how it was done. She’d never put a condom on a man before. Rafe always went into the bathroom to put his on, saying it was something a man did in private. Evidently Tyrone didn’t believe in that theory.

After he nodded his consent, she took the packet from his mouth. Easing herself up in the bed, her gaze went to his erection. She sucked in a sharp breath, wondering how she was going to get something that big into a condom that looked so small.

“I’ll instruct you,” Tyrone said huskily.

She glanced up at him. Evidently he sensed her distress over not knowing what to do. She breathed in deeply. His masculine scent was overpowering and was driving her out of her mind. She reached out and splayed her fingers on his stomach before moving lower and capturing him in her hand.

Following his instructions, she slowly sheathed him, liking the way the solid hardness of him felt in her hand. And for some reason she wasn’t embarrassed by what she was doing. Tyrone had a way of making her feel that anything they did in the bedroom together was all right, and she appreciated his letting her share in such an intimate part of their lovemaking.

When she finished, she eased back down on the bed and he positioned himself above her, his legs on either side of her waist and his hard erection directly over her feminine mound.

He held her gaze for a long moment. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman, Sydney,” he said huskily, easing his body down on top of hers just a little. “From the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you,” he said as he placed his hands under her hips and lifted her while he continued to gaze deep into her eyes.

She held his gaze and watched his eyes grow darker and darker and she released a trembling sigh. She had to admit that although she hadn’t wanted to think about him that way, she had dreamed of them making love since she first met him. Something about the way he had looked at her that day had made her wonder about all the possibilities.

She sucked in a deep breath the moment she felt the tip of his erection, hard and hot, press against the very essence of her womanhood. She spread her legs as he eased down and, inch by inch, began filling her body and becoming a part of her. He went deeper and deeper until it seemed there was no place left for him to go. He was inside of her, snug, tight, and her body began clenching him, sending waves of pleasure escalating through her.

“Tyrone!”

As soon as his name left her lips, he began moving, slowly at first to let her acquaint her body with his, to let her savor the feel of him inside of her. Then he began pumping hard and steady, making her body rock with his, sharing the rhythm he was creating for them. Each thrust he made into her took her closer and closer to something she had never experienced before, at least not in the magnitude that she knew awaited her.

She sucked in a deep breath and held it when he increased the tempo. She knew he was playing her as expertly and skillfully as he would a musical instrument, and whatever tune he was playing for them was rocking and rolling her world. In the back of her mind, she could hear cymbals clashing, a drum beating, and a horn blasting, all at once. And she knew that only someone like Tyrone could let her experience such a thing. He made love the same way he made his music—all knowing, all caring, and all gifted. It was hard for her to believe that two people who supposedly didn’t love each other could share something this beautiful, this special and profound.

She didn’t have time to dwell on that thought when she felt Tyrone’s hand lift her hips even higher to him and locked down on her in a circular motion that became more erotic than anything she’d ever experienced. He touched areas inside of her that had never been touched before.

Her pulse pounded and her body suddenly exploded so hard and deep, she screamed. Tyrone’s answering deep, guttural groan made her realize that he was experiencing the same intense pleasure as she when he sank deeper and deeper inside of her.