Wild Temptation (Wild #1)(49)
Author: Emma Hart

Tyler shifts in his seat and stares at me. Every part of me.

“I knew this dress would be perfect for you.” He takes my clutch from my fingers and drops it on the seat behind me. “Didn’t realize how much I’d want you out of it though,” he whispers, coming closer. “It’s been too long since I tasted you.”

“It’s been, like, three days.”

“Precisely.” His eyes burn into mine. “Too long. Lie back.”

When I don’t move, he presses his hands against my shoulders and pushes.

“I said lie back. Now.”

Helpless to fight both his heated command and his strength, I lie back against the seat. I hook one arm over the back to steady myself and curl the fingers of my other hand around the edge of the seat.

Tyler’s fingers creep up my legs and across the silky smoothness of my stockings, edging my dress up. He pauses when he reaches the top of them and rubs his thumb along the lace.

“I like these. Did you bring a spare pair?”

“No. Why would I?”

“Hm.” He pushes my dress up to my waist and pushes my legs open. “Try not to ruin them when you come, okay?”

“Okay,” I breathe, watching his face get closer and closer to me.

He runs one finger along my pu**y, his hot breath cascading over me. “You’re right. These are soaked. They’ll have to come off to dry.”

He slides them down my legs and drops them on the floor without a second thought. I’m fully exposed to him now, more so when he grabs one of my ankles and rests it against the back of the seat.

The first touch of his tongue against my clit draws a whimper from me. It’s a much-wanted, much-needed feeling. Intense and teasing, he covers me with his mouth and sucks on the tender bud. I buck my hips into him, gripping the leather of the seat.

“Quieten down,” he murmurs against me when I moan loudly. “I have no shame in everyone knowing I’ve been eating your pu**y on the way to this party, but don’t make the poor driver suffer for your pleasure.”

I laugh—something which soon turns into a muffled groan of delight. Tyler works me with his tongue, sliding it along my folds, dipping it inside me, rubbing it against my clit. His hands cup my hips, but his grip isn’t strong enough to stop the endless gyrating of them.

I f**k his face, hard and fast, and he responds with the same vigor. The orgasm hits me with a slow burn that turns into a roaring flame and shakes my whole body.

Jesus, he wasn’t wrong when he said that he’d shake me.

Tyler covers my body with his and takes control of my mouth. I can taste myself on him, a rich but sweet taste. He sweeps his tongue through my mouth, completely dominating me, and pulls back.

“How long to the Southfall from here?” he asks through the intercom.

“Two minutes, sir.”

“Take us there.” He turns his attention back to me. “You have two minutes to get those knickers back on before I consider using more than just my tongue.”

I raise my eyebrows and sit up before bending to grab my panties from the floor. I curl them into ball in my fist, smiling to myself. So I’m not in the habit of carrying around spare stockings, but panties are a different matter. Especially when Tyler is around.

He says nothing as the car pulls up outside the hotel and the car door is opened by a valet. He simply takes my hand and helps me from the car. I feel the heat from his hand seeping through the material of my dress at my lower back when he rests it there to guide me inside.

Discreetly, I pass my panties into my other hand and tuck them into Tyler’s pocket. He laughs quietly, pushing me into an elevator. The doors close in front of us, and he presses a button on the keypad.

“Did you just tuck your knickers into my pocket?”

“Is there a camera in here?” I ask, ignoring him with a smile. He nods. “Good. Cover it for a minute, would you?”

He frowns and puts his palm over the camera in the corner. I reach into my purse and pull out my second pair of panties.

“I lied about the spare panties.”

Tyler laughs loudly as I slide them up my legs and readjust my dress, making sure it’s not tucked in anywhere. The elevator doors open as I straighten up.

“Seriously. Spare underwear? Is this going to be a new habit or a challenge?” Tyler murmurs in my ear, pulling me close to him.

“Both,” I whisper back. “There’s no doubt you’ll get me out of the first pair on a regular basis. The second pair is the challenge.”

“You want me to get you out of your second pathetic excuse for a pair of panties by the end of the night?”

“I expect you to.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then the only action you get is with your right hand.” I kiss his jaw, pausing outside the entrance to the room where the party is being held.

He spins me so my back is against the wall and looks down at me. Heat and desire swirl in his dark eyes, and the smirk teasing his lips is nothing but pure seduction.

“Making threats now?”

“No. Promises.”

“You forget who controls who in bed.” He leans in, his words a whisper of air across my earlobe.

I curl my fingers around his tie and lean up onto my tiptoes. “And you don’t come until I have, so remember that when you think you’re in complete control.” I kiss his jaw once more and release him, shooting a flirty look over my shoulder.

I kiss his jaw once more and release him, shooting a flirty look over my shoulder. He stares after me, shock now mixing into his gaze. He grabs me just before I can pull open the door and slams me back into his body.

“Liv,” he growls, making my hairs stand on end. “If you’re on your knees with your hands tied and my fingers pulling your hair while you suck my cock, I’m in f**king control. Remember that next time your rebellious little arse thinks otherwise.”

I shudder at his words. I have no shame in admitting that that’s my ultimate fantasy—a situation in which I’m completely surrendered to him and unable to do anything but pleasure him. And not knowing how that situation would end?

That drives me crazy.

I want to know. That exact situation—me on my knees, my hands tied—has been mentioned a few times now. I want it to happen. I want to know if he’ll come in my mouth or if he’ll move me and f**k me until I scream his name in a series of incoherent cries.

Tyler opens the door and guides me through, bringing me out of my filthy thoughts. But goddamn. It’s hard not to think dirty when he says shit like that.