Relentless Liberation (8 page)

The orgasm broke hard inside her, starting at her pussy and
stretching out like vines throughout the rest of her body. Her head fell back
against the door on a whimpering moan as her inner muscles pulsed around his
thrusting fingers.

All throughout the storm, his dark eyes never left hers and
she wouldn’t have been able to look away if her life had depended on it. There
was a longing there that she had never seen before and couldn’t place.

As the tremors of her body slowed he kissed her, wet and
drugging. When he sucked on her tongue, her inner muscles twitched around his
fingers in an aftershock, making him smile against her lips.

“You’re so sweet.” He slowly pulled his fingers free, making
her groan. “If your mouth tastes this good,” he kissed her lips, then her jaw,
then her neck, “then I really need to get you naked and find out what the rest
of your body tastes like.”

With one last thrust of his hips against hers—as though he
were reluctant to leave her—he unwrapped her legs from around his waist and set
her feet on the floor. Her thighs were shaking and her knees almost gave out
until she grabbed his arm for balance.

He steadied her with what she strongly suspected was a smug
smile. “Can you walk or should I carry you?”

Shaking her head, she said, “I can wa—” Before she could
finish, he scooped her up into his arms. Thankfully, this time there was no
squeal to accompany the gesture, just a questioning stare.

“I like holding you,” he answered with a shrug and a kiss to
her lips. She didn’t know if she would ever get used to his casual kisses and
touches. It all just seemed too surreal.

Floating on a post-orgasmic cloud of wonder and awe, she
didn’t notice or care where he was taking her. All her brain seemed to register
was the feeling of his strong arms around her, the slow rise and fall of his
chest as he carried her, not even remotely straining or out of breath—as though
she weighed less than a feather. All she could seem to think about was what he
had done to her up against that door and what he had promised was coming once
he set her back down on her feet.

But the moment he deposited her on his bed and stood back to
pull his t-shirt over his head, her pleasure-fogged brain had a moment of
clarity. What was he doing? What was
she
doing? She had no business
being here with him at all, let alone like this. She watched the muscles play
in his upper body as he tugged the shirt off, rustling his already deliciously
tousled hair. Its disarray could probably be blamed on her fingers tunneling
through it when she’d come.

Oh God, she’d
climaxed
all over him. How was she ever
going to be able to innocently hang out with him again and look at those hands
without vivid memories flooding her brain? Because she knew that this was more
than likely a one-off. She still hadn’t figured out what was wrong with him
that was making him act this way.

The Tyler she had come to know—hell, even the Tyler that his
closest friends knew, if Brian’s information was to be believed—didn’t want her
like this. Maybe he’d been body-snatched.

Shit, what if he has been body-snatched? Okay, stop
.

Obviously, she’d read one too many sci-fi novels and she had
to put a leash on her wayward thoughts before they could run away with her. But
seriously, how was any of this within the realm of possibility?

The wicked look in his eyes as his gaze trailed her body and
the way he licked those perfect lips had her scooting up the bed to get away
from him.

“Oh no. Where you going?” He grabbed her ankles and dragged
her back down the bed until her ass rested on the edge. He stood between her
spread thighs. “I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”

“Tyler, we need to talk about this.” She placed her hands on
his chest in a fruitless effort to halt his forward momentum. Also fruitless
was her attempt to ignore how amazing all that hard muscle encased in such soft
skin felt moving under her fingers. He was so unbelievably gorgeous and she was
so undoubtedly not. She felt it was her duty, especially as his friend, to stop
him from doing something he would definitely regret when he regained his full
mental faculties.

“See—” He kissed her lips softly. “The problem with that is—”
He angled his head differently and kissed her again. “I would talk to you about
this, baby, really—” This time when he kissed her, his tongue swept through her
mouth and darted around hers playfully before he drew back again. “But you
won’t believe a thing that comes out of my mouth.”

Fisting the material of her tank top, he dragged it up over
her head. “So I’m just gonna have to show you.”

Her willpower vanished when his mouth devoured hers again
and he pushed her down against the mattress. Those skillful hands left her
waist and moved to cup her breasts through her lacy bra. He kneaded the soft
mounds with just the right amount of roughness, making her break the kiss, head
falling back on a groan. He started to trail nibbling kisses down her neck as
his deft fingers popped open the front clasp of her bra.

Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, so hard she
knew he had to feel it. How was this actually happening? In what twisted and
fantastical version of reality did she get to be so lucky?

Warm, wet kisses were making their way toward her left
breast, then his tongue was circling her areola. He licked her nipple, getting
it wet, before gently blowing on it to bring it to stiff attention. His teeth
raked across the rigid tip before he enveloped it into his warm mouth and
sucked, making her arch off the bed.

No one had ever paid this much attention to her breasts
before. She never knew they could be this sensitive. Her experiences with sex
had been excruciatingly limited. In fact, her one and only experience had been
awful. But she wouldn’t think about that now and ruin this moment. That first
time couldn’t even begin to compare to what he was doing to her. This all-consuming
heat raging through her body.

Tyler knew exactly where and how to touch her to make her
hotter than she’d ever felt before. She wanted him so badly she ached,
throbbed, pulsed, clenched hard on empty air.

“I was right.” He smiled against her skin. “I knew you’d
taste so damn sweet everywhere, baby. Good enough to eat.” His kisses started moved
lower, over her trembling abdomen.

“Mmm, that’s what I want,” he rumbled as though the idea had
just occurred to him. But then he flashed her that impish grin, suggesting
otherwise. “I wanna eat you.” Scooting lower on the bed, his hands went to her
skirt, tugging the material down along with her soaked panties.

So lost was she in this sensual haze, she had no power to
stop him as those callused palms slid up her inner thighs and spread her,
completely exposing her to his gaze. “I’m gonna taste this sweet pussy ’til you
scream.”

His hot breath was right there, where she had imagined him a
million times. The reality was overwhelming.

“No, no, no.” She couldn’t stop the word from coming out of
her mouth, though the sentiment was far from sincere. It was just she had never
let a man do this to her before. Her modesty was finally catching up to what
was going on and it demanded that she utter some form of protest. “Don’t do
that.” The breathy tone of her voice was wholly unconvincing, even if her hips
jerked to get away.

And of course he didn’t listen, just tightened his grip on
her thighs and mumbled, “Do what?” His breath puffed against her skin before
his tongue stroked her languorously from opening to clit.

The moment his tongue touched her flesh he closed his eyes
and growled. That sexy-as-hell sound vibrated through her body as he started
tracing figure eights over her aching little nub. Dipping lower, he rimmed her
opening before thrusting into her. She groaned, fingers tangling in his hair,
hips thrusting in time to the slow tongue-fuck.

Just when she thought this torment couldn’t get any worse—or
better—his fingers replaced his tongue, thrusting into her in a hard, fast
rhythm. His eyes flashed open and caught her gaze as he sucked her pearl into
his mouth. She saw stars.

“Ah,
Tyler
.” The guttural way his name was ripped
from her throat was a sound she had never heard herself make before. She’d been
right all along. This man knew exactly what he was doing with every part of his
body.

He stayed with her as she came on his tongue and fingers,
not stopping until her tremors completely subsided. Then, as she lay there
completely blissed out, he rose and crawled over her body like the predator he
was.

Bracing his weight on his elbows above her, he settled into
the cradle of her thighs, pushing her legs wider to accommodate him. The rough
feel of his jeans against her bare skin reminded her that he was still half-dressed.

Which meant that there was still time to stop this madness
before it went entirely too far. She opened her mouth to say something but he
anticipated her, cutting her off with a kiss. She could taste herself on his
lips, and that combined with the soft rocking of his hips had her forgetting
what she’d been about to say anyway.
Mission accomplished.

“I want you so fucking much, Mina.” His ragged breath
against her lips backed up his statement. “Touch me, baby.” Then his mouth was
on hers again.

How could she refuse such a desperate request? She had to
keep up with the simple theme of the night—he wanted so she gave.

First she let her fingers run down the broad expanse of his
back, along the dagger she knew was inked into his spine. She had seen him shirtless
enough times when he fought to know that the blade ran the length of his spine,
the hilt hitting the tops of his shoulders with the words
La Familiga
etched across in elegant script. The vibrant color of the design had always
struck her as stunning against his pearlescent skin and she couldn’t help but
trace its edges as her fingers made their way across his back.

When she got to those enticing dimples at the small of his
back, her hands itched to go farther. She had wanted him so much for so long that
she didn’t care that this wasn’t the right thing or that he would regret it in
the morning. She couldn’t stop him or herself and she no longer wanted to.

Sliding her hands lower, she pushed into the waistband of
his jeans, then his briefs and grabbed the firm globes of his ass, tugging him
closer to her. He groaned into her mouth following the direction of her hands,
pushing his hips harder into her.

Breaking the kiss, he reared up to kneel between her legs.
She couldn’t resist sliding her hands around to his front, running them up his
washboard abs and over his chest.

She had been longing to touch him like this and now that he
was actually asking her to, she didn’t want to waste a single opportunity.
Wanting to see his reaction, she curled her fingers and raked her nails gently
over his nipples before tugging on them. He hissed and thrust his hips into her
again.

Thinking she might have yanked too hard, she went to pull
her hands away but he grabbed them and brought them back to his chest. “Fuck,
do that again, baby.”

Happily she complied, tugging harder this time, and watched
entranced as his eyes closed on a groan, the muscles of his stomach trembling
with his hard breathing. In that moment he was the most beautiful man she had
ever seen.

Who was she kidding? He was the most beautiful man she’d
ever seen, period. End of story.

Lightly running her nails down his stomach, she traced yet
another tattoo of his she had long admired from a distance. It was a single
word printed in a Gothic arc across his lower abdomen.

Relentless.

Up until now, she had always assumed the ink was in
reference to his style as a fighter. As he reached over her head to the
nightstand to produce a condom, she had a moment to reflect on their current
position and how they’d gotten there. Now she knew it was just another word
that could be applied to his personality, much like strength. Once he set his
mind on something that was it—he was relentless in its pursuit. How mind-boggling
to realize that she was now the thing he was after.

It was dizzyingly exciting and scary as hell.

He left the bed long enough to get rid of the rest of his
clothes and she watched with avid attention as he revealed himself fully to
her. He did it slowly because he knew she was watching. But it wasn’t vanity or
smugness that moved him, though Lord knew he had every right to be arrogant. It
was all about her pleasure, just as everything else he had done up until that
point had been. Words were unnecessary—he knew she loved looking at him so he
gave her what she wanted.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his black
boxer-briefs, he slowly pulled downward. As the material cleared that thick
bulge, his cock sprang free and not even the apocalypse could have forced her
gaze away. He was long and thick and perfect, with a bead of pre-cum leaking
from his tip proving that he actually wanted this. Her pussy clenched again on
empty air and a new wave of moisture trickled onto her thighs at the thought of
taking him inside her.

Foil ripped and she watched as he rolled the condom on, then
forced her gaze to roam back up his body. When she got to his face, she found
his dark eyes locked on her, the intensity there startling. But then he flashed
that impish half-smile of his and it hit home.

This was Tyler. And this was actually happening.

As he came back over her, he once again ran his palms down
her inner thighs, spreading her to take his weight. He ran the tip of his cock
through her slit so the head rubbed up against her clit. Sparks of pleasure
shot out from that tiny little button until it became the center of her world.
When he did it again, teasing them both, the sensation paired with the
intensity in his dark gaze became too much and to protect herself she closed
her eyes.