His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me against him, dragging me from the support of the truck to being plastered on Tyler’s chest. Not that I was complaining. His chest was magnificent, big and broad and powerful. Being clutched against him made me feel like a babe on the cover of a bodice ripper. Normally I felt too tall, too much. But he made me feel diminutive, girlish. I ran my hands up behind his neck and held on as he plundered my mouth. I could feel him feel the thick hardness of his cock on the inside of my thigh. I noticed after a few breathless minutes that his cock was rubbing the inside of my thigh because I was grinding on his leg, the same leg he’d pressed between my knees what seemed like hours ago when we started kissing. This was no innocent, sweetheart’s kiss. This was making out and practically humping him against a truck. I felt wild with abandon, out of control. I pulled back and set about disentangling myself from him. The crazed, heart-hammering feeling didn’t go away. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, pushed my hair back behind my ears. I stooped to find my forgotten keys.
11
Tyler
I went after her because I’d gone too far with the sexual healing comment. I was going to apologize. I didn’t want her thinking I was some asshole. But I found her trying to get into my truck, saw how flustered she was, how her eyes were fevered and bright, saw the flush on her skin. I couldn’t resist.
I couldn’t stop kissing her. I was astounded how amazing it felt, how that kiss charged through my entire body. Her hands gripped my shoulders, I pushed my thigh between her legs and the next thing I knew I had her bent back over my arm and she was riding my thigh. I wanted nothing more than to climb up in the cab of my truck and fuck her right there. I could already see it, her body stripped bare and pale, those long limbs wrapped around me, the responsive way she kissed me back, sucking and nipping like she was starved for me. Not just for sex or for a man, but for me specifically. Layla kissed like her life depended on it, like my life depended on it and she would never give up on saving me.
It had been so long since I kissed anyone, since I had been touched by a woman. Her hand on my face had been a revelation, how much sexual force one light touch could carry. The way she grabbed and held and kissed was lusty and demanding, a woman who knew what she wanted. I was ready to move my mouth to her throat when she pulled away. I stepped back, thinking it was probably wise. That I was glad I hadn’t had to be the strong one and break the kiss. But she deserved better than a back seat hookup. I was about to speak when she launched herself back into my arms. With a chuckle of appreciation, I caught her to me and kissed her.
The renewed kiss was fiercer and sweeter, her lips on mine saying she missed me, just in the instant we’d been apart. I felt addicted to her touch already as her fingers messed up my hair. Playfully I nipped her lower lip, and she made a sound. I wouldn’t call it a moan, but whatever it was ran straight down my cock like it was a lightning rod. I groaned into her mouth, unashamed. That noise she made floored me, and any thoughts I had were reduced to ash. All I wanted was to make her do that again and again. How much could I make her moan just by kissing her? I cradled her in my arms, slanted my mouth to get that good angle with my tongue so I could stroke the roof of her mouth. I felt her tense in my arms and felt the hitch of her breath. Before I knew it, I was palming her breast, big and sensitive, the nipples hardening instantly when I touched her.
I gave her one more stroke of my tongue, ignored the wrench in my chest as I made myself break the kiss and pull away. I backed off.
“We might be better off meeting for coffee. Decide how we’re going to handle this attraction,” I said, once my breathing returned to normal.
Her face was flushed bright pink, her eyes glassy with pleasure and want. She got on her feet with effort and stood, tried to square her shoulders and brush it off as if she weren’t affected by the phenomenal kiss we’d shared.
“I think under the circumstances, staying away from each other is the only answer,” she said primly.