Possessed By You (Overworld Underground Book 1) (25 page)

"Seems very secure here," I said.

He shrugged. "I enjoy the privacy."

We stepped through a marble foyer and onto a hardwood floor where a red leather couch sat before an ornate fireplace. A large sliding-glass door and huge windows displayed the sparkling vista of the park and the city.

I stepped toward the glass. "It's amazing."

He helped me out of my coat and hung it. "Would you like a drink?"

I turned and took his hand. "Maybe later."

He leaned in, took my upper lip between his, and sucked it. Released it, and took my other lip. I shivered and ran my hand along his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. His fingers ran up my neck, tangled in my hair. Gripped it and gave a slight tug. My scalp tingled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He pressed harder against me, his lips trailing down my neck. I felt the sting of his teeth against my skin, and my knees went weak.

His strong arms picked me up as though I weighed nothing. He carried me down a hallway and into a bedroom lit by a nightlight on the far wall. After sliding me onto the king-sized bed, Tyler climbed in next to me, his hand tracing the curve of my hip, running down to my bare leg.

I unbuckled the straps on my shoes and dropped them onto the floor. He kicked off his shoes. We kissed again, and sweet fire rushed through me. I fumbled with his shirt buttons, each one an agonizing chore in my haste and need, until the last one parted, revealing the carved lines of his chest and his etched abs.

I ran my hand along his skin. "Oh, my."

He chuckled and brought me in for more kisses. His hand slide down the back of my dress, the soft material parting as he unzipped me. My bra opened within a second of his hand touching the hooks, and I felt my breasts fall free from their constraints.

Not to be outdone, I reached down and tugged at his belt, resorting to two hands so I could unbutton his jeans.

He slid a hand up my bare leg, his fingers tracing electricity across the skin. Tyler rolled me onto my back, and used his fingers to slide the dress straps off my shoulders.

"You are so beautiful." He worked his lips down my neck and across my bare shoulders. Traced his tongue along my upper chest, pulling the dress lower. Chills ran through me as he journeyed around the sides of my breasts, spiraling around their base, tightening his turns until he took the nipple in his mouth, and gently bit it.

"Oh." I shuddered as my skin rippled with the aftershock of his caress.

He moved to my other breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and giving it a twist. A flash of excitement raced between my legs and back up again. I had never felt like this. I had never had a man show such patience.

He worked his caresses, going lower, pulling the dress off as he went, until it slipped free from my legs and I was completely nude. But I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious about it. Not with Tyler and his magic tongue.

A gasp burst from my mouth as he tracked his tongue down my leg, lifted it, and kissed the back of my knee. He changed course, trailing kisses down the back of my leg, around to my inner thigh. The heat between my legs was nearly unbearable. My entire body trembled as I yearned for him to take me.

His head moved between my legs, his tongue working a circle between my lips. Pulses of pleasure raced along my skin. I arched my back, muscles taut, and groaned. His tongue pressed harder, faster. My hands gripped his hair. Tyler moaned and I lost control. The heat between my legs exploded into a concentrated burst of hot ecstasy. His motions slowed, his hot tongue pressing against me until I could take it no more.

"Enough," I panted. "Oh, God, enough."

My muscles relaxed and I lay motionless, staring into his sultry green eyes as he shifted partially atop me and smiled. His hardness throbbed against my leg. His skin was so warm. So amazingly wonderful to touch.

I smiled at him. "Your turn."

He shook his head and laughed softly. "Oh no. Now it's
both
our turns." He stood next to the bed, and slid off his jeans. His boxer-briefs slid down next to reveal his very well-proportioned manhood. I stared at it for a moment, wondering if I could handle him. Despite my last orgasm, I still throbbed with desire to feel him inside me. He opened a gold foil pack and rolled on a generously sized condom. I don't know what overcame me, but I took him in my hand and pulled him back onto the bed.

His body sprawled atop me. I felt his hardness pressing against my leg. He smoothed my hair back with one hand, his eyes looking deep into mine. "Emily, I've wanted this for so long. To feel you around me."

All I could think about was how badly I wanted him inside me. How I
needed
to feel him inside. I reached down and guided him in. Our lips met, and then a deep pulse of electricity ran through my body as he penetrated me. His girth pressed against all sides of me. I shuddered in pleasure. He bit my neck. My ear. I couldn't hold back the moans as he moved himself in and out, his hips gyrating in a slow, deliberate circle, hitting something inside that caused aftershocks to shiver deep through my body. He leaned forward on his arms, the muscles going tight against his skin, and picked up speed. I felt him press against me on the inside and outside, every collision of his body and mine sending hotter and more powerful electric shocks into my stomach.

He moaned. "You feel amazing."

I was breathless with pleasure, unable to answer as the electricity built into an overwhelming crescendo. My legs went tight, and my toes curled. I screamed and felt my nails rake across his back as a shockwave of pure fire exploded inside me, rippling outward.

Tyler gritted his teeth and roared, his body pulsating inside of mine. His eyes squeezed shut and he bucked, pressing deeper inside me. His muscles went tight, veins pressing against his skin. Then they relaxed. He slumped. His bare chest lay against mine. Even though he was much taller and bigger, I hardly noticed his weight. Another aftershock rippled through me, and I trembled, reaching my arms around his broad back, pulling him tight against me.

He pulled out, rolled onto his side, and put an arm beneath my neck, drawing me close to him. I felt the blankets move, and then they fell across my bare back. He looked into my eyes and gave me a gentle kiss.

"That was beyond amazing." He pecked a kiss on my nose.

"Oh, yes." I was unable to think straight with all the heat rushing into my face. "I've—I've never had one of those."

"One of what?"

"An orgasm."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Are you—were you a virgin?"

I laughed. "No. Just don't let your head get big about giving me my first."

"You already do a good job of making my head big." He pressed my hand against the head he meant. "Although it might need a small break."

"You're pretty handy with that tongue of yours."

"And you taste delicious." He gave me his predatory grin.

I shivered with delight, and a tiny bit of heavenly fear. As I looked at this gorgeous man, I realized that this was not a person I could simply use and forget. Not after
that.
He was a complete package. The real deal. Provided he wasn't a serial killer or something awful in his spare time. But I knew there was no way I could have a relationship with him. Regardless of how he felt now, the attentions of so many women on one man would draw his desire away from me to someone else.

And he's your boss.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I would certainly not regret this night. But I knew this was something that couldn't last.

Chapter 23

I drifted awake, eyes blinking in the gathering brightness of the new dawn. I looked around, confused, before remembering where I was. And—
Oh dear!
—what I'd done last night. A hot blush burned my face. I sat up, looked around the empty bedroom. Sheer drapes covered the window, allowing soft sunlight to filter through. I found a clock on the nightstand and saw it was nearly seven thirty.

"Good lord, I'm late!" I jumped from the bed and shrieked as feet met cold hardwoods, and danced about like a naked lunatic while searching for my bag. Where was Tyler? Had he left for work already? Left me alone? I suddenly felt angry, and scowled. I hadn't expected him to bloody marry me, but—"Argh!" I blew out a breath. "Don't get angry. You knew what to expect, you idiot."

"And what would that be?" Tyler said from behind.

I cried out and whirled, a shoe held defensively in my hand.

He laughed, walked over, and embraced me, taking the shoe and dropping it to the floor while his lips worked their magic on mine.

His chest muscles looked absolutely yummy. I leaned forward into his embrace, admiring the lines of his torso. One of my fingers absentmindedly traced the lines of his abs, sending thrills up my arm.

I abruptly remembered the time and looked up at him. "Bloody hell, I'm going to be late!"

He chuckled and smoothed my hair behind an ear. "Did I forget to tell you your schedule is different now?"

"It is?"

"You go in at nine, not at Sandra's time."

My body relaxed. "I do?" A smile stretched my lips. "That's the best news I've had all week!"

"The best news?" He frowned sadly.

I laughed. "Okay, fine. Maybe not the best, but it certainly ranks rather high."

He kissed me again, hands traveling down my backside, giving it a squeeze. "I know what we can do with the extra time."

My body heated up in the usual spots. "Oh, you do?"

He bit my ear, and my nipples went hard against his warm skin. "Absolutely." Gripping my hand, he led me toward a positively monstrous bathroom.

As I walked, I felt a slight but pleasant soreness starting between my legs, and ran deep inside me. I wasn't sure if I could handle him against so soon, or if it might hurt. It was sort of like working out, wasn't it? If so, I hadn't worked out like this for far too long.

"Do you have a hair dryer?" I asked.

A laugh burst from his mouth. He opened a drawer and pulled out a large hair dryer. My eyes widened at the sight of the salon-rated beauty.

He regarded me quite seriously. "Will this do?"

"I love it."

He opened glass doors to a shower tiled with gray slate of some kind. It had to be the prettiest shower I'd seen, and certainly would be the best I'd ever used. Nozzles protruded from every wall, and there were several different shower heads—two that were of the downpour variety, and two normal-looking ones. Tyler turned a valve, adjusted the water for a moment, and then pulled me in.

He touched a button, and water shot from all the nozzles. I yelped as the pleasantly hot water hit me, more from surprise than anything else. He grabbed a loofa and poured liquid soap on it. Motioned me with his finger to step out of the water spray. I did. He pulled me close and lathered my back, his hands running
everywhere
, granting me no shortage of giggles, while swelling my desire.

He finished with me, and I took my turn, running the loofa across his broad shoulders, down the V of his back, and circumnavigating his well-rounded posterior and hips to reach his crotch. He was already hard. I smiled, giving him my best innocent look, as I stroked him. He moaned, deep in his throat.

"Does that spot feel clean?" I ran my hand back and forth along his length.

"Not clean enough." He said, voice a low throaty growl sent a shiver down my spine.

Though I had very little experience, I decided to go for the gold and went down on my knees. Once the water washed away the soap, I took him in my mouth. Surprisingly, his girth fit rather comfortably.
I must have quite a large mouth
. He throbbed between my lips. I tried to push him deeper, but he was so huge. So hard.

Going from the memory of an adult film Isabel had made me watch, I moved my mouth back and forth, trying to put pressure on his shaft. His hand gripped my hair, and he guided my head in a gentle motion. Then he pulled out. Reached under my arms and lifted me easily to my feet. He kissed me savagely, raw desire burning bright in his eyes. His damp hair hung in loose coils over his forehead, water glistened on his smooth skin.

He leaned close. "I want you, Emily."

I knew right then that this would be the best shower ever.

As we dried off afterward, I couldn't stop looking at him. At the way his abdominal muscles circled his waist before diving down into his crotch. His sexy long legs, not overly muscular, but lean and toned like the rest of him. I felt acutely out of shape in his presence.

He hung up his towel. Put a finger under my chin and kissed me lightly. His hand cupped my breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.

A low burn ignited deep in my stomach. "I'll never get to work if you keep this up."

He laughed, and with noticeable effort pulled his hand away from my body, leaving the electricity of his touch still tingling in my skin. He slid on his lounge pants where they hung low on his hips.

"Do you like turkey bacon and French toast?" he said, turning to exit.

"Turkey bacon, yes. Well, I love French toast too, but I'm really trying to watch my figure."

A smile split his face. "How about an omelet then?"

"That would be lovely."

"And Earl Grey tea?"

I raised an eyebrow. "How did you know what I prefer to take for breakfast?"

"I noticed you drinking it. Plus, despite your best efforts to hide it, you are definitely British."

I felt a blush come over me. He'd noticed what I was drinking? Perhaps he really cared about more than a casual encounter. Perhaps I was delusional. "Tea would be wonderful."

"Great. I'll get started." He turned, and I caught myself admiring his well-toned ass until he turned the corner ahead. I wrapped a towel around my head and stared at my naked body in the mirror. Was I dreaming? Did I really have a gorgeous millionaire making me breakfast in the next room? My body trembled, still flushed with aftershocks from our last round in the shower. Just thinking back to it made me warm.

Stop thinking about it already!