Wild Temptation (Wild #1)(36)
Author: Emma Hart

“He’s Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British!” he all but squeals.

Thank you, Sean, you rat bastard.

“Nice to see you, Sean. We’ll catch up soon. Goodbye!” I push my apartment door open and walk in.

Tyler is laughing behind me, and as much as I’m annoyed at Sean for blurting that out, I’m thankful that he cut through the tension.

“Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British, huh?”

I clap my hands to my flaming cheeks. “I didn’t know your name. I had to call you something when I explained to my other best friend how you stole my orgasm and that pretty much summed it up.”

“I stole your orgasm?”

“Eh. You gave it back, so who cares?”

“Want another?” He kisses the back of my neck.

I turn to face him and grip the collar of his shirt. “I’m not going to argue if you insist.”

“In that case…” He cups my ass and pulls me flush against him before sealing his mouth against mine. My knees weaken at the fervor he kisses me with, like he’s drowning and I’m the air he needs to survive.

Deep and intense, every brush of his lips and flick of his tongue touches me everywhere. I back up until I bump into my kitchen table. Tyler slides his hands to the back of my knees and lifts me, setting me on the top of it.

He steps between my legs and pushes his already-solid c**k against my center. I slide my hands around his neck and grip his hair. I tug lightly and he groans into my mouth.

He undoes the zipper on my sweater and slides it over my shoulders. My tank top soon follows, our kiss breaking for a second so he can tug it over my head. I let go of his hair to pull at his shirt, to feel his skin naked against mine. Together, we make short work of the buttons and I throw it to the floor, pulling him back to me.

His skin is hot, his chest smooth apart from the light hair dusting his pecs. I slide my hips into his, rubbing myself against him, and he kisses down my neck.

“You’re wearing it,” he murmurs, finding the blue-lace cup of the bra and running his tongue along the curve of my breast.

I try to shrug, but it fails. Instead, I take a deep breath when he undoes my jeans.

“Lift your hips.” He pulls my pants down my legs and steps back. His eyes appraise me from head to toe, lingering at my hips and the lace thong covering me. “God,” he groans, stepping back to me and unclasping my bra. “You’re so f**king sexy, Liv.”

I flatten my hands on the table behind me and arch my back when he seals his mouth around one of my ni**les and sucks hard. I feel the tug right in my pu**y. My muscles clench and—oh, crap.

Steadying himself, his hand next to mine on the table, Tyler dips two fingers inside me. The feeling of his tongue rubbing over my tender ni**les and his fingers working my pu**y is insanely good. I moan loudly, pushing my hips into his hand as best I can.

“I wanted your mouth around my c**k tonight,” he whispers, bringing his mouth up to my ear. “I wanted to f**k your mouth so hard your throat would be sore tomorrow. But now I’ve changed my mind.” He sheds his pants and boxer briefs and replaces his fingers with his cock. “Instead, I think I’ll f**k you until your sweet cunt is sore.”

And he does. Relentlessly, he drives into me, making me cry out with every thrust. Each one is more desperate than the last, and I come quickly, squeezing him tightly.

He grunts out my name, and I feel him come in hot spurts, filling me completely. His skin burns against mine as he slumps forward. He slides a hand up my back to my hair and pulls my face to him.

I wrap an arm around his neck and bury my face in the crook of his shoulder. My heart is pounding so intensely that I’m certain he can feel it. Certain he can feel the burning, finally sated, desire flooding through my veins.

“Mmm,” he hums, rocking his hips against me. “Now I’m better.”

He looks down at me, and I smile lazily. “You really are, aren’t you?”

“Yep. What can I say? Being referred to as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome obviously turns me the f**k on.”

I laugh and sit up straight. He eases himself out of me before disappearing into my bathroom. He returns with a towel, and I clean myself up. I hop off the table and look at it.

“I guess I’m bleaching that in a minute.”

His laugh is deep and rich, and it makes me smile. It’s contagious and addictive, and I find myself giggling as I grab the bleach spray and a cloth. I coat the table in the spray and scrub it.

“Do you often clean in the nude?”

I glance over my shoulder to see his pants back on. “Nope. This is a special show just for you.”

He smacks my ass. “Tease.”

I wiggle my butt with a wink and dart across the kitchen before he can slap me again. He folds his arms and watches me walk to my bedroom. I put on some clean underwear and some sweatpants.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then. At the shoot,” Tyler says when I walk into the front room.

I watch him walk to the front door. “You don’t have to. Go yet. I mean…” I take a deep breath. “You can stay. If you want to. For a bit.” I wrap my arms around my body, fear slicing through my words.

He turns, his eyes slowly finding mine. “Do you really mean that or are you just saying it?”

“Both. Maybe. I think.”

He smiles sadly and comes back to me, kissing me softly. “I’ll go.”

Two steps, and—“Don’t. I want you to stay.”

A long moment passes as he studies me over his shoulder. I swallow. My mouth is dry, my chest is tight, and my stomach is rolling in fear. This is a huge moment. For me, for him… For the dynamic of our so-called no-strings.

Just two days ago, I was yelling at him for buying me underwear. Now, here I am, asking him to stay after he f**ked me.

Well, I already broke one rule and got to know him a little, so what’s breaking another?

Trust me, he said.

“This is me trusting you, Ty,” I say softly.

He takes my hands and pulls them away from my body. His arms go around me in a strong hug, and I rest my head against his chest.

“I’m hungry.” His chest rumbles deeply with his words. “The Big Bang Theory and a takeout?”

“Why not?”

13

I can feel his eyes burning into me through the camera lens. My body has been tingling for the past half an hour as he’s taken the shots. I’m not sure how no one else in this room can feel the tension.