“And now we’re leaving. Did you think I was going to tie you up in my bedroom and ravish you all night?”
Well, yeah, she had kinda been hoping…
He laughed and chucked her under the chin. “Damn, you tempt me to do just that. But I wanted to get to know you eight years ago, not just your body. And now that I’ve reacquainted myself with that body, it’s time to find out who you are beneath all this gorgeousness.”
Well, when he put it like that…
“I guess I can do the interview on the drive there. We’ll have the time.”
He re-zipped her dress, then pulled on his shorts, and grabbed her hand. “We would if we were driving.”
Chapter Four
A helicopter. The man had a freaking helicopter. At his beck and call.
Kylie stepped out of the stairwell onto the roof. The roof with the heliport on it.
She needed to put all of this in the article. Well, she’d skip a few things, but private cars, private helicopters… She’d have to ask him why not a private plane when he flew in to the city every month.
He helped her into the back seat of the helicopter, strapped her in, and handed her the headphones, adjusting them so she could hear him.
“Isn’t this better than driving?”
“Definitely quicker.” She wasn’t the best flyer and had never been in a helicopter before. But with Ty there, she wasn’t nervous. Especially when he grabbed her hand as they took off; her nerves now had something much better to occupy themselves with.
“You do this often?” She watched the city shrink beneath them. Such a weird feeling going straight up in the air. It was as if the bottom was dropping out of her world—completely the opposite of what had actually happened over the past couple of hours.
“Every chance I get. There’s nothing better than being in the water, riding the waves.”
“Nothing?” Yes, her ego winced at that.
But then he squeezed her fingers and brought them to his lips to make love to them, because, really, that’s what he did. Nuzzled, kissed, stroked, everything except sucking them into his mouth and tonguing them…
Her belly tightened at the memory of him doing that to her against the window a mere twenty minutes ago when he’d taken her to the heights of ecstasy. Now he was taking her to a different height.
“Making love to you, Ky, is nothing like the physical sensation of being in the water. It’s beyond that. It’s more than physical. It’s an experience that can’t be put into words. It can’t be described; it can only be felt to truly understand how momentous it is. That’s why I couldn’t wrap my brain around the fact that you’d left.” He took a deep breath and his eyes darkened like storm clouds. “That hurt.”
She couldn’t say anything. Didn’t know what to say, really. She’d hurt him? She’d thought she’d been sparing herself pain. “I never wanted to hurt you, Ty. I thought… I mean, that is…” She cupped his cheek, wanting to wipe that perplexed look off his face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you’d take it that way.”
He kissed her fingers again and tucked them on his lap. “Apology accepted. I guess I could have been a little more vocal with what I wanted.”
She blushed remembering just how vocal he’d been… And it’d been about what he’d wanted.
He laughed, too. “Uh, guess I should have quantified that. Or…” He leaned in for a quick kiss and she didn’t need the headphones to hear what he said next. “I should have just kept showing you.”
Her nerves were still tingling when they landed at yet another private heliport by the beach—but the tingling had nothing to do with the flight.
Ty led her to his locker at the hangar, pulled out swim trunks, a board, and an electric scooter. The man did like his toys.
Was she just one in a long line of them?
Kiley refused to allow herself to go there. This was about fun. And the interview.
Oh, lord, the interview. She should be taking notes. Writing something down. Asking him questions that had nothing to do with eight years ago—or the last three hours—but focus on why he was here. What he was doing.
Except what he was doing was making her drool. He came out of the bathroom in his bathing suit and nothing else, his chest so golden and sculpted with just enough hair to be sexy, the trunks riding low on his hips, and, man, she had it bad for him.
Wrapping her arms around him as she sat behind him on the electric scooter didn’t help matters. Her breasts were pressed against his back, the flimsy bra doing nothing to shield her from the chemistry between them, along with the added excitement at the thought of wearing her lingerie in public.
She chuckled. She was so not into exhibitionism, but with Ty, she was finding her inhibitions fading into the sunset.
“Something funny?” he asked when he parked the scooter at the bike rack by the beach. “I’m not used to women laughing at me when they’re plastered up against me.”
She saw the smile on his face, but heard the insecurity behind his words. Ty really was unsure of her. Of what this meant to her. It was as if… as if she mattered to him. Not his ego, but to him.
“I was just thinking about taking my clothes off.”
“And you find that funny? ’Cause I’m finding it anything but amusing. Hot, sexy, the best thing in the world, a complete turn-on…”
She looked at his groin. Yup, he was turned on.
He ran a hand through his gorgeous blond hair that was curling at his neck the longer they were in the sea-misted air. “I better get in the water.”
Or in her.
Whoa. Ty was dangerous to her previously well-structured life if he was getting her to think about having sex in public.
“Race you to the water!” She ran down the beach, whipping her dress over her head, tossing it God-and-Kylie-knew-where, splashing water all over herself as she dove under the waves, grateful for the cool temperature and the ability to hide her near-nakedness.
“Hey, no fair!” Ty was waiting for her as she surfaced, one hand on his board to stay afloat. So much for being cool… “I didn’t get to enjoy you in that little number.”
She brushed her hair off her face. “Oh yes you did. Up against a certain window if memory serves.”
And just like that, their teasing disappeared and the moment turned electric.
“My memory is serving me just fine, Ky. Come here.” Ty pulled her to him with his free hand, tangled his fingers in her hair, and kissed her, and ya know? he was right; there was nothing better than being in the water. Especially with him wrapping his legs around her and taking her on a wave of sensation with every kiss.
One of those waves interrupted them, unfortunately, by crashing over their heads.
Sputtering, Kylie swiped the hair out of her eyes again as she surfaced and reached for his board. “I guess making out in the ocean isn’t the best idea.”
Ty stared at her mouth. “Not the best, idea, no. But definitely one of the top ten. Remind me to show you what number one is in a bit.” He kissed her again. “Will you be okay here while I take a few runs before the sun sets?”
“Sure. Go ahead. I’ll watch.”
“Just like you did earlier.”
And he left her there with the memory of that to keep her company.
***
Ty was a sight to behold. Truly, the man was talented in more than just making love. He looked amazing riding a wave in just his red shorts and tan skin and all those perfectly honed muscles. She’d never surfed before, and he made it look so effortless as his board cut across the waves in the open water beyond the jetty. She floated on her back, watching him take a couple of runs, his body a perfect silhouette against the setting sun.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift while he swam back out after finishing another run. Today was perfect. Seeing him, wanting him, having him want her, now being here, floating on the waves with her own personal show from one of the world’s great surfers… This truly was a day out of time. A
fantasy come to life and she was the luckiest woman in the world to be here with him.
“I am the luckiest man in the world at this moment.” Ty startled her as he surfaced beside her.
Then he startled her some more by kissing her. Because this wasn’t the same kiss as before. That one had been playful and fun and a promise of things to come.
This was the thing to come.
Interesting choice of words…
He wrapped her arms around his neck mid-kiss and braced his hands on the board behind her, keeping them upright while the kiss took her on a ride wilder than any he’d just surfed. The kiss was carnal, it was primal, it was elemental, his tongue making love to her mouth as his cock surged against her.
“I want you, Ky. Here. Now,” he muttered harshly against her throat, his hot breath feathering the water droplets there, causing her to shiver.
Or that could be the way his chest rubbed against her nipples, that fine dusting of hair feeling so erotic against her skin.
“Can we? Here? It’s… it’s so open.”
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that would bother you. I can wait until we go back. But then you’re all mine. All night this time, right?”
She was a fool. He wanted her, there was no one anywhere remotely near them, and frankly, she wanted to be with Ty. Here, in his hotel room, up against the wall, in the car… wherever Ty wanted her she’d take him.
“But we don’t have protection.” She had to keep some sense of reality about the situation, though.
“Damn. You’re right.” He slid a hand to her waist and rested his forehead against hers. “You make me so crazy I can’t think straight.”
“Am I supposed to feel bad about that?” She tried to keep the smile out of her voice. Really.
“Yes, you should.” He smiled at her with that sexy dimple she just had to kiss. “So how about I make you feel better?”
His hand slid from her waist to her breast.
Oh my. “Yes please.”
He licked her shoulder. “Such a polite little lady.” Then he nipped it. “Who’s about to get very naughty right here in the open water. Ready?” Now his hand slid between her legs. “Ah, yes, I can see that you are.”
“How can you tell?” she whispered, watching his eyes turn that shade of green she was coming to know so well. “We’re in water.”
“Nothing feels like you do. All slick and creamy, the perfect lube for my cock and, dammit woman, I’m going to make this fast so I can get you back to that hotel room and show you how good it can be.”
“This will be good, Ty. It has been so far.”
“Damn straight.” He tugged her thong aside and his fingers parted her. “Open wide, Kylie. Just hang onto my neck and you won’t have to move your legs.”
Thank God for his surfboard which was keeping them afloat because this was about to get very tricky.
“That’s it, babe, open wider. Let me touch all of you.”
She leaned in to kiss him, but Ty averted her lips. “No. You’re going to tell me what you’re feeling. And I’m going to tell you. No getting so lost in the moment that we don’t know what the other one is thinking. Not this time.” He pushed a finger into her. “You’re so tight. I love the feel of your pussy clenching me. Milking me when you come. Whether it’s my dick or my fingers or my tongue, you shudder so amazingly around me. I’ve never forgotten one moment of that night, Kylie.”
She was shuddering now.
“You like this, Ky?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I… Oh!”
He flicked his finger inside her, and it was as if he turned on a switch. Her body jumped and she moaned his name.
“Liked that, huh?”
She nodded, trying to find her voice, but her breath was gone, sucked up in that erotic vortex he’d just unleashed.
“Tell me, Ky, or I’ll stop.”
God, he was driving her insane.
“You’re driving me insane. I want you to touch me, Ty. Use more fingers. Fill me. Fuck me with them. Tickle, me, touch me, make me be able to think of nothing but what you’re doing to my pussy.”
His thumb found her clit and Kylie cried out. “Yes. Oh, God, yes, do that again.”
He did.
“More.”
He gave her more. He pressed her clit with his thumb and he worked two more fingers inside her. He wiggled them, he fucked her with them, he drew them out long and slow and shoved them back in hard and fast.
“That’s it, Kylie, take me.”
She did. Oh, God did she. And she wanted more than just his fingers. She had to come, had to get off, because she wanted to go back to the hotel and feel him surge into her with his big, hard dick.
She leaned back on the board and opened her legs as wide as she could, her lips just below the surface and she watched Ty’s gaze fasten onto them.
“My God, you’re beautiful, Kylie.” He licked his lips. “I want to eat you.”
“Finish me off and then you can. Then you can fuck me and eat me all night long, Ty. I want you and I don’t want this to end.”
He fucked her. Hard, his fingers pumping in and out, his thumb working her clit so roughly it was almost painful, building the rise inside of her, having her juices coat his fingers, making them slick.
She tugged her nipples. Circled them. Flicked them through the fabric.
“That’s it, babe. Rub them. Take them out of your top. I want to see them darken with your excitement.”
She worked the small triangles to the sides of her breasts, pushing her boobs together so that she could do both breasts with one hand.
And she did, reaching back over her head to grab hold of his board to stay there, all spread-eagled and open for him, the sky, the air, the birds. Nature at its most elemental, and she was one with it.
“Fuck, Kylie, that’s it. Work yourself. Get those nipples hard and long so I can suck them.”
She looked down at him. “You’ll suck them later, Ty. Right now, you need to work my clit. Get me off.”
A smile slid to the side of his face and his eyes narrowed. Darkened. “You got it, babe.”
And he gave it to her.
His fingers curled inside her, his thumb flicking—he used his nail and ohmygod it was the catalyst she needed. That quick spike of sharpness, almost painful, but so focused, so intense, channeled every bit of her orgasm and shot it off from that one point, ricocheting through her so that she was bearing down onto his fingers, pulsing, coming, churning heat and wetness and feelings—such intense electrified feelings—from that one tiny point where his thumb rubbed her, not letting up, not easing off, and wave after wave of her orgasm rolled out of her.
And still Ty didn’t stop. Still he kept fucking her. Still he kept rubbing her, and she could feel the coiled tension in his movements, the jerkiness that meant he was nowhere near as composed as he wanted to seem. He was about to rip apart at his seams and Kylie wanted to help.
She let go of the board when she finally could and floated upright.
“Kylie—”
She reached for his hand and put it on her breasts. “Touch me, Ty.” Then she reached down for his dick, working her hand beneath his suit to wrap around his hard, throbbing thickness. “Let me.”
She coated the head of his dick with the drop of pre-cum.
Ty groaned.
“Feel good?”
“Like you can’t imagine.”
“I don’t have to; you just did the same thing to me.” Her legs were still feeling the aftereffects. So were her stomach, her arms, her breathing, and most especially her pussy. She was still throbbing with the power of that release.
“Hurry, Ky. I can’t take much more of this.” He squeezed one of her breasts, her nipple caught between two of his fingers and he tugged.
Lust shot straight to her clit and she started to feel that ache again.
Yeah, they needed to get out of
the water because Ty wasn’t right—there was something better than being in the water, even if they were getting each other off: getting each other off in his bed with condoms and lube and toys and whatever else, including the freedom to move as they wanted. Be what they wanted to each other. Take each other as they wanted.
She pumped his shaft.
“Oh, God, baby that’s it.”
It certainly was.
Ty was so primed he started to come after the fourth down stroke.
“Harder, Ky. Faster.” His eyes never left hers, his gaze searing into her soul. “More, baby. Give me more.”
She gave him everything she had. Hanging onto his shoulder with one hand, she pumped with the other, quick powerful strokes, feeling the tightness of his balls as his cum shot out.
“That’s it, Ty. Go with it. Feel it. Let yourself go.” He was so tightly controlled, his gaze so focused, his hand tight on her breast that she just wanted him to lose it. To fall back in the water, releasing her and the board, giving himself up to the sheer pleasure she was giving him.
She ran her thumb over his slit.
That did it. Ty’s body went rigid and his eyes dilated. His mouth fell open and he started panting, his body jerking in counterpoint to her strokes and then… and then… he cried out her name, one long keening cry of pleasure, and he let go of everything, his hands spread out over the water as if he were trying to grasp something but couldn’t ,and all he could do was let her take him on that same wild ride he’d taken her.
She managed to catch the board before it floated too far away and clung to it, still clinging to his cock with her other hand.
He was floating on his back now and she was still jerking him, his cock jutting above the water, the splash of her the waves covering it every time she rammed her hand back down, his eyes closed, floating on the water as one with it as if he did this all the time.
She so hoped he didn’t. She wanted to be different from all the rest. She wanted something to be special between them.
“Kylie.” Her name was soft and when she looked at him, his eyes were barely open.
“Yes?”
He licked his lips and a new smile appeared. Soft, small. Intimate. Just for her.
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