Wild Temptation (17 page)

My breathing quickens. I want to reach back and grab his hair, grab his head to steady myself. The fact that I can’t intensifies this experience to an out-of-this-world standard. I feel the restraint everywhere. Somehow, by binding my hands this way, he’s bound my whole body.

I can’t do anything other than exactly what he wants me to.

Even on top of him, riding him hard, I’m not in control.

I haven’t had any control at all. And I…like it.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers in my ear heavily.

“Yes,” I reply on a quiet moan.

He stills my hips. One of his arms wraps around my shoulders and he kneels up—pushing me forward. He eases me down slowly until he’s on his knees behind me and my shoulders and cheek are flat on his bed.

“You have a gorgeous arse,” he mutters, taking one cheek in each hand. He drives into me with the same timing as he palms my ass.

He’s deeper this way. Harder. Hotter. I can’t push up. I can’t push against him. I can’t do anything except let him thrust into me. His movements increase in speed until I’m begging him to come, begging him to let me, begging him in incoherent sentences and breathy moans.

He grasps my hips yet again and slams into me, his skin slapping against mine, and I cry out loudly. Each of his movements now is fast and hard and relentless. The end goal—pleasure—is all that matters in this moment.

And in a swirling cloud of pressure and helplessness and heat, it consumes me. Body and soul, I give myself over to the intense high rushing through my veins and causing me to tremble.

When it subsides and I can think clearly again, I feel Tyler’s forehead against my lower back. He reaches between us and undoes the scarf around my wrists. My arms fall limply to my sides, and I crawl them up the bed and under my head. My breathing is heavy and Tyler’s is the same.

We’re both totally spent, so we lie here, him still buried inside me, and catch our breath.

After a few minutes, he sits up and pulls out of me. “The bathroom is next door, if you want to use it.”

I nod my head and push myself up. I pull off my heels, remembering that they’re still on. My arms feel so weak, and it takes all my balance to not stumble as I walk into the white-and-blue bathroom.

I clean myself with some toilet paper and perch on the edge of the bath. A moment away, just one, is what I need. To center myself—something that doesn’t feel possible.

“S
tay.”

“You know I can’t.”

“I have a spare room. Stay there.”

“Don’t.” I hold my hand up to him. “Don’t push this and make it more than what it is.”

“Offering you a bed to sleep in for the night isn’t turning it into something more,” he replies, buttoning his jeans.

“It’s barely eight o’clock. I think I’ll be okay to go home.”

Tyler stops in the middle of the front room and stares at me. “Fine. But I’m calling you a car.”

“I would hope so.” I snatch my panties from the floor and hold them up. “Because there isn’t a chance in fucking hell I’m walking through the streets of Seattle with no panties on.” I scrunch them into my fist, ready to put into my coat pocket.

A smirk stretches across his face. I raise my eyebrows, grab my heels, and stroll into the front room with them dangling from my fingers. I fetch my coat from the hall and tuck my panties inside the pocket before buttoning it up. It would be more than a little embarrassing if they fell out.

“That was the first time, wasn’t it?”

“The first time for what?” I glance over my shoulder.

“You’ve been tied up.”

“I wasn’t exactly tied up. That would imply that I was tied to something, and I was only tied to myself.”

“Stop avoiding the question, Olivia.”

“Call me by my full name again and I’ll…” I pause. “I’ll think of something. I like your cock too much to hurt it.”

Tyler laughs loudly. It reverberates throughout my whole body with its deep richness, and I fight my shiver. Damn.

“Good to know,” he manages through chuckles. “Answer the question, Liv.”

I lean back against the wall and fold my arms across my chest. “Say please.”

He pauses.

“You said you wanted to control my body. You’ve done that. Hell, honey, if you keep fucking me that way, you can control my body to Mars and back. But that’s all you get. Don’t even start to think you can control
me.
”

“The thought never even crossed my mind.” He steps in front of me.

“Good thing, too.” I push at his chest. “Did you call for a car for me?”

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“Did you call for a car?” I smirk, folding my arms again.

Tyler sighs and picks up his phone. He speaks briefly into it, directing Allen to collect me from his apartment in five minutes.

“Happy?” he asks, setting the phone back down.

“Very.” My smirk turns smug.

“Now,” he says, his voice hardening, setting a hand on either side of me on the wall. “Please answer my question.”

I blink a few times, drawing the moment out. For some reason, my lips don’t want to follow my mind. They don’t want to admit to him that, yes, it was the first time someone has ever tied me. But I force them to, and the word falls from my lips in a whisper.

“Yes.” My eyes hit the floor—wanting and needing to look anywhere other than at him.

“But you’ve wanted it?”

I nod.

“Dreamed of it?”

The flush that rises in my cheeks is all he needs to know.

“Hey.” He cups my face in his hands and lifts it so we’re eye to eye. There’s only a glimmer of lingering heat left in his gaze. It’s overshadowed by certainty and honesty. “Don’t look at the floor like you’re ashamed of it. There’s nothing to
be
ashamed of. Sex is sex, and spicing it up with a little light bondage is just like adding extra flavor to your chili.”

“I just never found anyone who was even remotely into it before, so I never asked.”

“Well now you’ve found me, and you can ask me as often as you like. In fact, I promise to tie you up every time you ask.”

My face breaks into a grin, matching the one on his. “I’ll be pissed if you don’t.”

“As long as you promise me you won’t go home and be ashamed of it.”

“Oh, I won’t.” I lower his hands from my face.

His phone rings. “Hello? ... Yes, okay… Thanks, Allen.” He looks at me. “Allen’s waiting downstairs for you.”

“Okay.” I walk to the door with him, and he tugs on a lock of my hair.

“So what are you going to do when you get home?”

S
tringy.
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m going to go home, have a hot bath, and crawl into bed.” I shrug my coat on.

“Yeah?” He cups my jaw and turns my face to his. “Since you refuse to stay here, make sure you dream of me.”

“Oh, I’m fairly certain I will.”

“I look forward to hearing about it.”

“What makes you think I’ll be telling you anything about it at all?”

“What do you mean?”

I open his door and smile sexily over my shoulder. “Why, Tyler, honey. You’re the one in control in the bedroom. So I guess my dreams will have to stay just that—dreams.”

I close the door behind me on his hissed curse. That’s what he gets for asking me to stay the night.

I hope he goes to bed with a raging fucking hard-on, wondering what I’m dreaming about.

Take that, you sexy son of a bitch.

“You could at least let me put clean panties on before you come barging in here like you own the place.”

My best friend looks at me like I’m crazy. Well, maybe I am. I am wrapped in a Hello Kitty towel.

“By all means, Liv. Put some panties on. Never mind the rest of your damn clothes.” She rolls her eyes and sits on my sofa. “Never mind that we have, like, ten bridal stores to scour today to find your dress.”

“Okay, Bridezilla. The bridal stores will still be there in an hour. It’s not like aliens are going to suddenly appear and beam them all up.”

She shoots me the kind of look that would crumble diamond and I grin. Bitch doesn’t bother me. I wiggle my fingers at her and prance into my bedroom. I’m just pulling a bra out of my drawer when she yells at me.

“I know you fucked him last night!”

“Fucked who? My vibrator?”

“Tyler.”

I snort. “Please tell me how you worked that out.”

“You look freshly fucked.”

“I just got out of the shower. How can I look freshly fucked?”

She appears in my doorway. It’s a good thing she’s seen me in my underwear a thousand times, because that’s the sight she gets. At least she gave me a chance to put panties on.

“Your eyes are shiny. And you’re smiling when you shouldn’t be.”

“You’re full of bullshit.”

“You smiled then.” She sits on the bed, and I look in the mirror. No smile. Day grins triumphantly. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

“I plead the Fifth.” I pull some jeans on.

“Olivia Jade Warren, you tell me right now.”

“Really? You want to know about my sexcapades with someone who’ll be your family in two and a half months?”

“Well, there’s the truth I was hoping wasn’t true.” She sighs and leans back, hugging her knees.

I roll my eyes. “Relax, Mom. I’m a big girl now. I think I know what I’m doing.”

“I know you know what you’re doing, sweetie, but I don’t think you’re actually thinking.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I shove a sweater over my head and glare at her.

“You’ve already admitted that Tyler sets your alarm bells ringing. What if…you know. You get addicted and then—”

“History is history for a reason,” I snap, cutting her off and grabbing my hairdryer. “It’s so people learn from mistakes made before. Believe me, I have no inclination to repeat that mistake.”

I turn the dryer on, effectively ending our conversation, and ignore the way she’s staring at me through the mirror. I don’t want to go back to the past—I don’t want to think about the extreme my addiction to someone led me to. It’s a dark place.

Teenage love and a real addiction aren’t two things that mesh well. Or of course, you could say they go hand in hand… If you like your hand-holding destructive and potentially life threatening.

Eighteen-year-old me and twenty-five-year-old me are worlds apart. I’m strong where she was weak. I’m sassy, confident, determined. She was quiet, shy, reluctant.

Seven years is a long time to grow up. Seven years is a long time to grasp a handle on something that was once out of control. On something that could have destroyed more than just my heart.

I set the hairdryer down, banishing those thoughts from my mind. There are reasons I don’t think about those months, and the vulnerability is one of them. Thinking about them opens me up and scares me. One day, I’ll have to remember that bullshit and truly accept my own stupidity before I can move on.

Right now, though, I’m more than happy to move under and over. Preferably another person.