Game for Anything (13 page)

"I went to an S and M club once, a long time ago. Just to watch. Not participate." He shrugged.

"Every guy wonders."

"Not the guys I know," she muttered. Then she asked, "Was it weird? Or . . ." She looked like she couldn't quite get her mouth around the word. "Exciting?"

Ty spotted a balcony out the window, and he grabbed her hand.

"Come outside with me and I'll tell you," he said as she willingly escaped with him out a set of French doors.

The view from the rooftop terrace was breathtaking. The sun was just starting to set over endless fields of vines, and the air was scented with growing grapes. Holding Julie's hand, something in Ty's chest buzzed like he was on the verge of a game-winning play.

"Honestly" he said as he rubbed his thumb softly against her palm, "I don't need a bunch of contraptions and semi-naked strangers to make sex exciting." She looked up at him, her blue eyes almost translucent in the sunset's reflection. He was going to put himself out on the line. He'd just have to pray that she wouldn't take him down.

"All I need is you."

It should have sounded like a sappy come-on but it didn't. And there were a million things she could have said, like,
"I bet you say that to all the girls,"
or
"Give me one reason to believe you."
But she didn't. The only words she had were, "One night only."

He stared at her with an intensity that made her go hot all over.

"Only tonight."

He moved quickly, not giving her a chance to change her mind, to listen to the part of her brain that was reminding her she was on the clock right now, that she was supposed to be policing Ty's licentious activities, not leading him down the path of sin.

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the pad of one finger. His lips were soft, so soft, and she wasn't prepared, couldn't have ever walled herself off to the sensation of him unfolding her other fingers, of the kisses he laid on her skin, of the way he was worshipping even the smallest areas of her body.

"So stern tonight," he murmured.

He slowly turned her away from him, and she placed her hands on the balcony railing as he pressed his hips against her bottom.

"But always so perfect. So beautiful."

Julie was helpless to move, to speak, to think as his thumb slid up from the base of her neck to her hairline. She held her breath, waiting for his next move, knowing it was going to be just the right one. She'd twisted her hair in a tight bun. He gently removed the pins holding back her hair one at a time, letting it fall down around her neck and shoulders. Strong fingers massaged her scalp. A moan emerged from her throat. The longest tips of her hair brushed against the top of her breasts and she found herself wishing his hands were on her, instead.

"Does that feel good?" he whispered against her hair.

"Mmm-hmm," she whispered back, not wanting him to stop the massage, yet wishing he would just push her skirt up and take her from behind without any more foreplay. His hands moved across her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her collarbones as he slid her black wrap off her shoulders. It slid against her sensitive skin, down her back, to the floor. Julie had never felt so sexy. She'd never been undressed by a man before; no man had ever taken the time. Ty brushed her hair to one side and began unclasping and untying the tiny strings behind her neck that held up the top of her dress. The way his fingers brushed against her skin, the fact that every ounce of his attention was focused on her, was unbearably sensual.

The fastenings give way and arousal flooded her from head to toe. No matter how things turned out between them, she'd remember his kindness, his
tender
touch, for the rest of her life.

"I need you to promise me something," he said.

Somehow she managed to nod.

"Promise me you'll tell me if you want me to stop. No matter what." Deep within her chest, something full and sweet began to blossom.

"I promise."

An instant later, he cupped her breasts in his big hands. She rubbed against him, pressing herself into his palms, and he stroked her with the tips of his fingers.

"Is this okay?" he said in a low voice.

He already knew the answer, but part of their dance was hearing her say it aloud. She gasped as his thumb and forefinger found her nipples. Her legs were shaky and she leaned into him, into his huge erection, for support.

"It's perfect."

A breath before his mouth came down on her neck, he said, "You're perfect," and then he was nipping at all the sensitive spots he'd remembered for ten long years. All the while he cupped and stroked and caressed her breasts, which seemed to grow fuller, her nipples harder, with every kiss.

"I want more," he said softly and she pushed her hips into his as a silent "Yes." In a moment, her dress fell to the terra-cotta tiles.

His gaze roved up her legs, her hips, her back, burning a path of sensual destruction. She hadn't been able to resist putting on her sexiest panties, sheer black lace that revealed most of her bottom. She'd told herself she hadn't worn them with the intention of Ty ever seeing them, but now, as she stood before him gripping tightly to the cool rail, she knew she had.

Every single thing she'd done since he'd reentered her world had been with the intention of seduction. Every movement, everything she'd said, everything she'd thought, had been about fulfilling temptation.

She wanted him to want her.

And he did.

She wanted pleasure.

And he would give it to her.

She turned her head slightly and he pounced. His mouth claimed hers, and one hand curved around her rib cage to fondle her breasts again.
Please,
she begged silently,
please touch me between my legs.
Answering her prayers, his free hand began the slow trip past her belly button, under the thin triangle of lace, and found her already wet and slick, ready for everything he would give her before the night was through. His palm cupped her, one finger dipping between her folds. She arched her breasts into one hand, pressed her hips against the other. He tortured her with pleasure, building her desire higher, until she thought she'd scream.

His mouth moved from her lips down to that sensitive spot behind her ear. "Come for me, sweetheart," he whispered and his soft plea pushed her over the peak into an explosive climax. Her muscles clenched around his long, thick finger as an orgasm rocked through her. She didn't even care if anyone walked outside, looked up, caught them; if anything, the idea excited her.

She turned in his arms, her naked skin brushing against his suit, and reached up to hold his face in her hands.

"I want you naked. Now."

He groaned, and kissed her hard as she slipped her hands under his jacket and pushed it off to fall on top of her dress. She undid the buttons of his crisp, white shirt, and popped his cufflinks off, her hands eager to run across the wide, smooth expanse of his chest, over his strong shoulders, down to his hips, then back up his well-muscled back.

"And then," she said, "I want you inside me."

"There
is
a God," he said, then groaned as she pulled his shirt off and pressed a hot kiss to his solar plexus.

"More," she said, undoing his slacks. She wouldn't be satisfied until all of Ty's perfection was laid bare before her.

"Looks like I just have to take care of one last thing," she said, looking at his boxer shorts. She loved the way his cock was pushing toward her through the thin cotton, loved how close she was to having what she wanted, what she'd literally dreamed of.

"One very
important
thing," Ty said, and she laughed. Sex and laughter had never been partners in her experience with men; even with Ty on grad night she'd mostly felt awe, fear, excitement, and arousal.

She didn't remember joy bubbling up from an endless fountain.

Still smiling, she gently pulled the waistband of his boxers over his erection. Sweet Lord, he was big. And oh so beautiful.

Her memory hadn't even come close to the magnificent reality.

Ty's cock was a masterpiece.

She wrapped her fingers around him, sliding her hand up and down the thick, heated length. Ty's thigh muscles tensed.

"Don't get me wrong, honey, what you're doing right now is way up there on my list. But—" She loosened her grip on his throbbing erection.
As
much fun as it would have been to know that she had the power to make him come, she didn't want to lose the chance to take him inside her.

"Please tell me you have a condom on you," she said. If ever there was a time for Ty to live up to his reputation as a lady-killer of epic proportions, it was now. She hadn't brought one, of course, because that would have meant admitting to herself that she intended to have sex with him. Ty bent down and pulled one out of his inside j
acket
pocket. In a flash, he'd ripped open the package and slid it onto his shaft.

Looking at the six-plus feet of raw power standing before her, Julie lost her breath. She forgot all about celebrity exposes, forgot about the job she was supposed to be doing tonight, forgot anything but her need to be held by him.

"Here?" he asked. "Against the rail?"

She looked up from his huge, attention-grabbing erection into his eyes.

"Right here."

"Put your arms around my neck," he directed, and she was one step ahead of him, wrapping her legs around his hips too. She loved the way he supported her weight, cupped her flesh in his hands.

"I won't let you fall," he promised.

"I know."

She opened up to him, taking the tip of his dick inside. She was so wet, so ready for him, in a way that she'd never been for any other man. His muscles tightened as he held her in place on the tip of his shaft. Julie was glad for his endless weight training, his long, hard workouts. No other man could have held her captive like this, on the verge of swallowing him whole.

But Ty could. And she loved it.

"Do you want to hear me beg?" he asked, his words holding an edge she hadn't heard before. Gone was the charming rogue. In its place was the warrior who knew the limits to his restraint and was issuing a sensual warning.

She couldn't be so cruel, so she took him in another inch.

Then all hell broke loose.

His hips pushed into hers, and she couldn't resist taking everything he offered, every last ounce of pleasure. She clung greedily to him as he pushed her back into the balcony's railing and pounded deep into her, then deeper still.

His name was on her lips as she began climbing again, higher and higher, loving the way his dick grew bigger and harder with every stroke.

He used his hands to pivot her hips up and down and rock her clitoris against his pelvic bone. It was good, so good.

"Ty!" she whispered frantically, wanting to scream with pleasure.

"I'm right there with you, sweetheart."

From deep inside her, her climax exploded, her muscles clenching Ty's erection. His shout was muffled by her hair as he plunged into her one final time, protecting her from the metal railing with his knuckles.

Even through the thick haze of her own orgasm, she loved the way his cock pulsed into her. A part of her mourned the thin separation of the condom between them.

She'd never experienced anything so wonderful in all her life. But as sanity returned, she knew that this one time was all she could risk. No matter how much she yearned otherwise.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Julie blew his mind. Every time he touched her, she went off like a rocket. Besides tonight, there was only one other time he'd reacted so strongly. Back in high school, where Julie had been the hottest thing for miles.

Now he watched her silhouetted against the rising moon, naked and more beautiful than anyone or anything he'd ever seen. An array of emotions moved swiftly across her face. She didn't think he knew her, but he did. And right about now she was ripe for regret. Screw regret. Any two people who enjoyed each other as much as they just had owed it to themselves to do it again. And again.

He figured their luck-o-meter on not getting caught was just about running out, so he pushed down the desire to take her again on the chaise lounge ten feet away. Besides, he'd be more convincing in his arguments to keep doing it like bunnies if she thought he was concerned about propriety. The two of them getting caught, naked, up on the balcony, wouldn't be great for either of their careers.

He bent down to pick up her dress. "Turn around and step into it," he said, holding it up in front of her incredible curves. "I'll zip it up."

She blinked at him a couple of times before following his instructions. She stiffened as his finger moved up her spine, then played at the nape of her neck while he re-did the intricate ties and clasps that held her dress in place.

When she turned back around Ty was caught, yet again, by her incredible beauty. While her dress was oh-so-proper, her hair was wild, pouring sexily over her shoulders. She looked like a well-fucked woman.

"Is my dress ripped? Oh God, we're never going to get away with this are we?" Worry was imprinted between her eyes, around her lips.

"You look great, your dress looks fine, and no one will have a clue about what we've been doing up here," he said as he began putting on his own clothes. Then he grinned. "No one except us." She moved away but not before he saw her eyes flash with desire, the primal satisfaction that she couldn't hide.

"Speaking of us," she began, and he held out his cuffs to cut her off at the pass.

"Could you help me over here?"

Reflexively she returned to his side and while she was busy putting his cuff links back on, he started spinning.

"You're an incredible lover, Julie," he began and she nearly dropped the Outlaw logo pin she was working on to the floor.

"Please, Ty, let's just pretend this never happened."

"Tell me the truth," he coaxed, hoping he was playing this right. "Do you really want to do that?" She opened her mouth, almost spoke, then licked her lips. Watching the tip of her tongue move across the sexy curve of her upper lip made him rock hard all over again.