“Yeah.” Or at least it’s a big part of my reasoning. But it’s also because I’ve been running a little scared from how intense my reaction is to Tyson. We only spent maybe ten minutes talking to each other, but that’s all it took for him to knock me for a loop.
“I don’t care what your dad thinks about us. The only person’s opinion that matters to me is yours.” He leans close and takes my hands in his. “And I’m willing to bet my freedom that you want to explore this thing between us, just like I do, little heiress.” I toss out the nickname with a small, cheeky grin.
“You’re not just willing. You actually did gamble your freedom,” I grumble. I’m impressed with his willingness to put himself out there for me. He hasn’t hesitated to go after he what he wants—me—from the moment we met, and it only makes him more attractive. It also inspires me to do the same. To let go of my fears and admit my feelings for him. After squeezing his hands, I do just that—in a roundabout way. “But it’s not like I’m actually going to call the police since I’m perfectly safe with you…right?”
“The safest you can possibly be, baby. Anyone who wants to get to you would have to go through me.” He glances out the window. “And in about ten minutes when we get to my place, they’d have to scale the walls surrounding my property and get through my security system before they’d even get that chance.”
With the level of conviction in his voice, I have no doubt he means it. But after what he pulled, there’s a snag in his plan. “You’d better hope my dad doesn’t catch wind of this, or else you really will have people trying to crash through your gate to get me back.”
“Then I guess I’d better convince you to let him know you’re okay so he doesn’t need to go looking for you.” Tyson slides closer to me and sweeps a lock of my hair off of my cheek. Then he kisses the spot where it had been and works his way down to my lips. The brush of his mouth over mine is gentle before he whispers, “All it’d take is a quick text.”
“Mmmhmm,” I sigh in agreement, already feeling drugged by his kiss. My purse is lying on the seat next to us, and I reach out to grab my phone. Tapping the screen, I send my dad a message letting him know that everything is fine and I’ve hitched a ride with friends to an after party so I can network with the younger Hollywood crowd. It’s the only excuse I can come up with at the moment, but his reply back reminding me that his car service can pick me up whenever I’m ready seems to imply that he’s bought it. I’m not sure how I’m going to explain why they picked me up at Tyson’s house when I get home, but that’s a problem I decide to worry about another day. “Done. I earned myself another kiss for that, don’t you think?”
“Oh, you deserve a whole lot more than one tiny kiss, baby.” His mouth crashes down on mine, and he coaxes my lips open. When his tongue slides inside to tangle with mine, the kiss quickly spirals out of control.
He lifts me onto his lap, and I twine my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Slanting his head, Tyson deepens the kiss, taking complete control and dominating my mouth. One hand is tangled in my hair and the other is on my butt. My knees are pressed into the seat on either side of his waist, and my pussy is flush against his hard length. I grind against him, making him groan. “If you don’t stop that, this’ll be over before it starts.”
He pulls back and his eyes devour my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he breathes.
My chest heaves, drawing his attention back down to my breasts. My nipples are harder than before, clearly poking against the bodice of my gown. Tyson’s blue eyes burn with intensity as he runs a finger along my neckline. He keeps his gaze on me as he lowers the material to expose my matching purple bra. He traces the edge before pushing it down and lowering his head to take possession of one of my puckered nipples.
My hips buck upwards. His hold on my butt tightens to keep me in place while he licks and sucks at my tit, baring the other as he shifts his attention to it. The skirt of my gown is hiked up almost to my waist, and each tug of his lips makes my panties wetter. When the limo pulls through the gates to Tyson’s house, I’m writhing with need on his lap.