Possessed by Passion (9 page)

“Would you like to compare notes?”

His question made hot and sharp desire claw at her. Comparing notes with him
would
be interesting. “That's not necessary. I have a few good ideas of my own.”

“I was hoping you did.”

Considering that this was Tyson Steele, who went through women quicker than he changed his socks, Hunter wondered if what she had planned would suffice. She was a novice and he was so damn experienced. But he had agreed to let her handle things and she would, in her own way.

She felt in control. Bold. Daring. And she intended to play out her fantasies. Who said only men were allowed to have them? There were a few she hadn't shared with anyone, not even Mo or Kat. She had tried sharing them with Carter, only to get laughed at. She had a feeling Tyson wouldn't find any of them amusing. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that with this bad boy of Phoenix she could be a bad girl. Besides, it was only for one night.

Hunter slid her hand closer to his crotch, and as she slowly stroked him there, she heard his breath hitch.

When her nerve endings began feeling somewhat edgy and the area between her legs began tingling, she decided there was no reason to waste any more time. She stood up. “Umm, it's hot in here. I think I'm wearing too many clothes.”

And then, while he watched, she began removing them.

Chapter 9

T
yson leaned forward in his seat, resting his forearms on his thighs and not taking his eyes off Hunter. If a strip show was part of her seduction then she could seduce him anytime or anyplace...including here, the place she called home. His objection to spending the night in her bed instead of his own lost some of its punch. The main thing on his mind right now was seeing her naked body. The body he had dreamed about every single night since their paths had crossed.

She had kicked off those killer heels and the first thing he noticed was that her toenails were painted a fiery red. He thought she had pretty feet. Sexy feet. Tyson had never been a toe kisser, but had to admit that seeing hers was giving him some new ideas.

And then she went for her dress, that very short dress, and began easing it down those gorgeous legs. Slowly she exposed a black lace bra and then matching panties. Seeing Hunter stand before him in just her bra and panties, he felt a slow, sensuous stirring in the pit of his stomach that made his erection even harder.

And when she reached up and released the front clasp to her bra, he almost tumbled off the sofa. Her breasts weren't just beautiful. They were absolutely, positively perfect. The nipples were dark and already hard. His tongue moved around in his mouth, in anticipation of licking them. Just staring at the twin globes made him eager for the feel of them in his hands and pressed against his bare chest.

She had a small waist and a flat stomach, and her thighs were a lover's dream. So perfect, he could imagine his body being cradled inside them.

His gaze was drawn to her fingers as she placed them beneath the waistband of her panties. From their slight tremor, it appeared she was getting somewhat nervous as a result of his intense gaze. But it couldn't be helped. He didn't intend on missing a thing. His brothers were either breast or leg men, and although he appreciated both, he was a vagina man all the way. As far as he was concerned there was no part of a woman's body that he found more fascinating than her V. So, he couldn't help it when his gaze lowered to her center in anticipation.

“I see I have your attention, Tyson,” she said in a husky breath.

“You had my attention the moment you stood up, Hunter.”

“Did I?”

“I wouldn't lie to you.”

He wondered if the pose she was standing in—her legs braced apart and her fingers tucked into the flimsy lace material—was deliberate on her part to make him crave her even more. “After I remove my panties it will be your turn to take everything off,” she declared huskily.

“It will be my pleasure.”

“No, Tyson. I'm going to make sure it's
my
pleasure.”

He didn't have a problem with that because he knew any pleasures that came under this roof tonight would be shared by the both of them. Tyson shifted his body somewhat to ease some of the hardness behind the zipper of his jeans, as well as to get a closer eye view of the part of her she was about to unveil. She paused a minute and held his gaze. She had to know what she was doing. All this stalling was nothing short of pure torture for him.

“You're panting, Tyson.”

Was he? It wouldn't surprise him if he was.

“I'm certain you've seen this part of a woman many times,” she said in a sultry tone. “And I'm also sure if you've seen one you've seen them all.”

Hardly
, Tyson thought, trying to retain his sanity. He had seen this part of a woman many times, but it would be his first time seeing hers and for some reason the thought had him aching. What in the hell was this woman doing to him? Never in his life had he been this desperate to see a woman totally naked.

“Since you seem to have such a high degree of interest in this, would you like to finish undressing me?” she asked him.

He swallowed a deep lump in his throat. “You trust me to do that?” he asked.

She chuckled. “It's just a pair of panties, Tyson. All you have to do is take them off me. Besides, you're here on my turf, so no matter what happens from here on out, it's still my seduction and not yours.”

Why she had a problem with getting seduced, he still wasn't sure. But at the moment, he didn't care. He had a feeling that tonight would be a night that he wouldn't forget in a long time. He intended to make it so.

“Well?”

“I'd love to.” Tyson eased from the sofa to stand in front of her for a second, before kneeling down on his knees. He was now on eye level with the one part of her that he wanted most. His erection throbbed, begging for release. She was sexy as hell and the man in him appreciated everything about her...especially this.

Tyson leaned forward and pressed his face against the lace. He couldn't resist nuzzling her while drawing in deep breaths, needing to absorb her intimate fragrance through his nostrils.

“What are you doing?” she asked him in a choppy voice.

“Inhaling your scent.” He figured that Hunter could pretend indifference all she wanted, but this intimate act had to be doing something to her. “I love your personal fragrance, Hunter.”
Maybe too much
, he thought, but pushed that reflection to the back of his mind.

“Do you?”

“Can't you tell?” Leaning back on his haunches he slowly began easing the lace panties down her legs, exposing what had to be the most beautiful V any woman could possess. She was wrong. When you saw one you hadn't seen them all. He was convinced that just like a fingerprint, a woman's feminine mound, the very essence of her being, was an exclusive part of her.

And this was hers. It belonged to Hunter McKay and it was beautiful in all its natural setting. Some men were big on the shaved or waxed look, but he wasn't one of them. This was his preference.

When she stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside, he reached up and began caressing her thighs, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips. Then he began stroking her stomach, thinking that even her belly button was beautiful. His tongue itched to lick her, but instead he used his index finger to draw circles around her V a few times before running his fingers through the beautiful curls covering it.

“Tyson...”

His name was spoken from her lips in a sensuous whisper. He lifted his head and met her gaze. He saw all the heat flaring in the dark depths staring back at him and understood the feeling. He was there, close to the edge, right along with her. “Yes?” he answered huskily, while his fingers continued to stroke between her legs. She was wet...just the way he liked.

“I—I need f-for you to take off your clothes,” she said, barely getting the words out.

He figured that might be her need, but his tongue had a different need right now. “Can I get a lick first?”

The heat he saw in her eyes flared and his fingers could feel her get wetter. “Just one?” she asked, holding tight to his gaze.

“Possibly two. Maybe three. I'll admit that I'm one greedy ass.”

Color had come into her cheeks so he could only assume her ex either hadn't gone down on her too often, or not at all. What a damn shame. Well, he intended to make up for it.

“In that case,” she finally said, “help yourself.”

Filled with a need he didn't understand but one he was driven to accept, Tyson spread her thighs apart and used his fingers to open her before dipping his head. The moment his tongue captured her clit he moaned deep in his throat the same time she did. He licked once, twice, three times. And when he couldn't get enough her of delicious taste, he locked his mouth to her, held tight to her thighs and drove his tongue inside her as far as it could go. She'd told him to help himself, and he intended to do just that.

The Tyson Steele way.

* * *

Hunter felt her world spinning. Weak from the feel of Tyson's tongue thrusting deep inside her, she reached out to grab hold of his shoulders for support. Nothing, and she meant nothing, could have prepared her for what she was feeling. She had no idea that something like this could bring her so much pleasure. Oral sex was something Carter had frowned upon. More than once he'd said that a man's mouth was not meant to go between a woman's legs, and he claimed most men felt that way.

Evidently Tyson had a totally different opinion about that, judging by the way he was working his tongue inside her. The man was a master at this, an undisputed pro. She arched her back to give him further access as every nerve ending in her body threatened to explode. She'd told Mo and Kat that she hadn't had an orgasm in so long she'd forgotten how it felt to have one. Tyson was rekindling her memory in one salacious way. If he didn't release her soon, she'd climax right in his mouth.

She tightened her grip on his shoulders and in a ragged voice said, “You got to stop, Tyson. I'm about to—”

Too late. She screamed at the same time spasms speared her body, detonating in an explosive orgasm and nearly shattering her to pieces. Instead of removing his mouth, Tyson drove his tongue even deeper inside her. The lusty sounds he made pushed her over the edge again. And he still wouldn't release her.

When the last of the spasms had left her body, he freed his mouth from her and eased back on his haunches to look up at her. She moaned at the sight of him licking his lips.

He eased to his feet and said, “Now I get to take off my clothes.”

* * *

Tyson couldn't resist licking his lips again. Hunter's taste was simply incredible. He was convinced it was the most delicious flavor he'd ever tasted. He figured her taste was imprinted on his tongue and would remain there forever.

Forever
. He went still. Surely he didn't think that. Forever was something he could never equate with any woman. All he was feeling at the moment was some exceptional brand of passion, one so remarkable it had temporarily affected his brain cells.

The only other excuse he could come up with to explain such crazy thoughts was that he'd relinquished control to her just by showing up here. He had allowed her to seduce him and wasn't sure doing so had been the right thing. It had been seduction this time, but what if she tried making him beg for it the next? Tyson inwardly cringed at the thought and knew giving her any type of empowerment again wouldn't be happening. He had a mind to leave right now. Walk out the door and not look back.

But there was no way he could do that. He wanted her way too much and didn't plan to go anywhere. So much for taking the upper hand and putting things in perspective, he thought. But then he looked at it in another way. It was about getting Hunter out of his system and getting from her what she had refused him eighteen years ago. After tonight she would be out of sight and out of mind.

He glanced over at her, saw her studying his mouth as if she couldn't believe what he'd just used it for.
Believe it
, he wanted to say.
In fact, I plan on using it again the same way before the night is over
.

Moments later her gaze shifted from his mouth to his eyes. She looked at him with an intensity that he felt in every part of his body. She'd accused him of using his eyes to seduce her, but whether she knew it or not, at that moment she was using hers to render him totally helpless. He felt a degree of passion he'd never felt before.

The chemistry surrounding them had heightened. He was aroused to a level that at any other time—and with any other woman—he would have considered unnerving. The fact that she was standing a few feet away from him completely naked, and that he'd just gotten a damn good taste of her, had to be the reason his erection was throbbing mercilessly behind his zipper.

Breaking eye contact, Tyson eased down on the sofa to remove his shoes and socks. He then stood and his hand went to the waistband of his pants—he knew she was watching his every move.

He unsnapped his jeans, began lowering the zipper and slowly slid the jeans down his legs before stepping out of them. He had stripped down to his briefs and could feel her gaze roaming over him. His body became more heated.

Tyson was tempted to return the favor and asked if she wanted to remove his last stitch of clothing, but couldn't. If she was to touch him, he would tumble her to the floor and take her then and there. So he slowly eased his briefs down his legs, noting how her eyes widened.

“You're huge,” she gasped with wonder in her voice.

His lips curved in what he knew was an arrogant smile. “You're handling things and you can handle this,” he assured her. “Trust me.”

* * *

Hunter stared at Tyson, finding it difficult to breathe. He was standing barely three feet away, naked as the day he was born and proudly displaying an erection so huge she figured it would put every other man to shame. Her stomach began quivering just from looking at it. The thought of it inside her filled her with a need she'd never felt before.

But that wasn't the only part of him she found impressive. Tyson Steele was beautiful from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. The man was built. Perfectly. All muscle and not an ounce of fat anywhere. He was a true work of art with firm thighs, strong masculine legs, a muscular chest and broad shoulders. At some point before the night was over, she intended to make it her business to lick every inch of him.

The very thought of doing that caused a slow stirring to erupt in the pit of her stomach. When had she become this sensuous being who suddenly needed sex like she need to take another breath? And why had it taken Tyson to make her feel this way?

Her gaze met his and she was captured by the intensity of his green eyes. He moved to retrieve something from his overnight bag and she saw it was a condom packet. As he walked back to her, his stride was slow, masculine and sexy as hell. Just watching his approach made her weak in the knees. When he came to a stop directly in front of her, he shifted his gaze from her eyes to her chest. Specifically her breasts. Her nipples automatically hardened to tight buds.