Taking A Shot (11 page)

But he took a step forward and swept his arm around her, dragging her against him and kissing her with a passion she thought was
reserved for the movies. His mouth on hers—the way he commanded the kiss—stole her breath and made her muscles turn lax.

He cupped her neck and bent her over his arm, deepening the kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers.

It really was like the movies, because she was certain she swooned.

When he straightened her, he looked into her eyes.

“You taste good.”

Her body flamed, but not from embarrassment. She loved sex. Nothing about it embarrassed her. She smiled at him. “If you let me taste you, I could give you a report, too.”

He laughed. “Yeah, we’ll get to that for sure, but there’s so much about your body I haven’t tasted yet.” He swept his hand over her breasts. “Like these.”

Her breasts were small and often overlooked by guys. She liked that he noticed. Tyler looked at her breasts like they were a feast. “Not pierced like your clit.”

“Not yet.” She gave him a grin.

He arched a brow, then cupped one breast with his hand, swiping his thumb over her nipple.

Her breasts might be small, but they were oh so sensitive, and she gasped.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he whispered, then bent and took her nipple in his mouth.

She had no idea what he thought, because as soon as he put his mouth on her, her mind focused only on what he was doing. Sensation shot from her nipple straight south. Her clit tingled and her sex fired to life again.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud and flicking it with his tongue while he played with the other with his hand and fingers, tugging and pulling on it until she cried out in pleasure.

And then he took the other in his mouth, alternating between
her breasts, lavishing attention on them until she had to hold on to his arm for support because she was dying from the sheer joy of it.

Her sex ached with need for him. She reached for his cock and stroked, loving the feel of his pulsing heat in her hand. He groaned and took her mouth in a blistering kiss that left her feeling weak.

When he swept her into his arms, she was grateful, because she wasn’t sure she could stand anymore. He moved them into the bedroom and laid her on top of her bed, then crawled in after her, pulling her into his arms to roll her on top of him. He grabbed hold of her butt and lifted, arching her against his erection. She braced her hands on his chest and straddled him, rising up to look down on him.

“Now that’s a vision,” he said, grasping her breasts in his hands to play with her nipples.

She rocked against him and his gaze locked with hers. He gave a light pinch to her nipples and she gasped.

“I like that. Put your mouth on them.”

She rose up to drop a nipple between his lips. He flattened it against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, giving her just the right amount of pressure, then increased the sensation by sucking it hard.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and shoved her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Ty, I really like that.”

In an instant he rolled her over onto her back, swept his hand under her to arch her pelvis against his. She slid against his cock, her juices coating him. She could come from rubbing against him, but that’s not what she wanted.

“If you aren’t inside me in two seconds, I’m going to bite you.”

He lifted his head to look down at her. “I might like that.”

She pushed against him. “Seriously. There are condoms in the drawer there.” She motioned with her head.

He arched a brow. “Prepared, aren’t you?”

“Always. Now put one on and fuck me.”

“I brought my own.”

“Now who’s prepared?”

“I try to be.”

He climbed off the bed and went into the other room, coming back a few seconds later with a package of three condoms.

She lifted up on her elbow. “Three?”

“Yes. Three. Hope you’re not planning on sleeping tonight.”

He put the condom on and nudged her thighs apart, then drew her against him to kiss her again.

Oh, man, she really liked the way he kissed, the perfect way their lips fit together. There was a thoroughness to his kisses that left her lightheaded, and it had nothing to do with the champagne she’d had tonight. He had beautiful lips that made her want to linger and kiss him for hours.

And when he held the kiss and nudged her legs apart, she went willingly, opening to him so he could slide his cock against the entrance to her pussy. He entered her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him.

She pulsed as he thickened inside her, her body adjusting to him, everything about her discovering everything about him. It was achingly sweet, a powerful aphrodisiac that made her clench around his cock.

She listened to the sound of his breathing, deep and heavy like hers. He smelled so good, like fresh winter and sexy, musky male. His body was like a plane of hard-edged muscle, yet his skin was soft. And when she ran her hands over him, she’d feel the occasional bump—scars, maybe? She’d have to discover all those later, after this initial exhilarating rush of first-time sex.

Because right now all she was interested in was the way his body moved against hers, the way he pulled out, then slid inside her again. He was easy with her at first, and she appreciated it because it had
been awhile. But once her body adjusted to him, she needed more, and let him know it by arching up to meet him, accelerating the pace.

And he was obviously happy to give her exactly what she wanted, because he drew partway out, then thrust, deeper this time.

“Yes. Just like that. Harder again.”

He took her hand in his and tangled his fingers with hers, and gave her what she asked for, plunging inside her, then grinding his hips against hers until she saw stars. She whimpered, her body tightening around him, squeezing him, taking her so close she had to fight not to come.

“Jenna.”

She met his gaze and he lifted against her, then slammed it home, rocking against her with a strong rhythm that balanced her right on the peak several times, only to pull back and take her up again. And each time, he rocked against her clit, conscious of her pleasure, her needs.

This man was magic.

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. He swept his hand under her butt and held her close. Lines of strain tightened his features as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold on as he began to slam against her, one right after the other.

“Tyler. That’s going to make me come.”

“Then let’s go, babe.”

He bent her knee, drew her leg up, and pounded hard, tunneling faster and faster against her. And then he kissed her, his tongue licking against hers. The sensation rolled south and the waves of orgasm rushed over her. She moaned against his lips as her climax hit her hard. She dug her nails into his skin, bucking against him as the sweetest pleasure of all rocked her. And when he groaned and came with a burst of thrusts, she held on to him, loving the feeling of him tightening and shuddering around her.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her while they both settled and breathed.

Wow. That had been…amazing. It wasn’t like she’d never had great sex before, but that had been…Wow.

Yeah, they had chemistry all right.

When he withdrew he left for only a second, but came back and pulled her into his arms again.

She had an idea that maybe he’d want to leave right away. Some guys did, were uncomfortable with the after part of sex. Ty didn’t, just continued to stroke her body, drawing lazy circles over her skin with the tip of his finger.

She didn’t know what to do now.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had a guy in her house. She was picky. And busy. And maybe she preferred her own company over just bringing home random guys. She’d done plenty of that when she’d first moved out and gotten her own place at nineteen. Her rebellious, independent stage, when she’d first tasted freedom without parents and big brothers looking over her shoulder. That had been fun, but it had grown old fast. She’d been young, but more mature than most of the guys she’d brought home.

Men were often boys in disguise, and she had very little patience for the games they played.

Not much had changed in the eight years she’d been out there dating. Men were pretty much all the same, much to her disappointment. Then again, she didn’t get out much to meet different types of guys. She was usually trapped at the bar, and she already knew those types of men were not her type at all.

So why was one of those types of men lying in her bed?

Because he was tall, built, gorgeous, and she’d wanted to touch his hair.

Yeah, well, she’d touched his hair all right. Among other things.

“You’ve gone quiet on me, Jenna. Are you tired?”

She lifted her gaze to his. He was studying her. “Not tired. Reflective.”

He propped his head in his hand. “Sex reflective or wedding reflective?”

She laughed. “Neither. Or I don’t know. Maybe a little of both.”

She waited for the panicked, after sex, deer-in-the-headlights look a lot of men got.

Nothing. He just seemed interested.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I was thinking about Mick and Tara’s wedding and how much my life has changed in the past several years.”

“Yeah?” How so?”

She searched his face. “Do you really want to hear this?”

He drew imaginary circles over her shoulder and seemed in no hurry to bolt. “I really want to hear this.”

“I moved out of my parents’ house when I was nineteen. It was such a freeing experience for me, because before then there was my parents and Mick and Gavin.”

His lips quirked. “A lot of supervision, huh?”

She sat up and scooted back against the pillows. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I was taking college classes, so I spent the first semester at the dorms. Hated that. The girls were all bitches, into their social worlds and clubs and partying all the time. It didn’t take me long to figure out college life was not for me. The partying was too heavy and too loud and too all the damn time. I was one of those rare freshmen who was interested in getting an actual education. I couldn’t study, so I moved back home. Huge mistake.”

“Because once you’re out, you can’t go back?”

She laughed. “Yes. That was it exactly. I couldn’t live with rules and people breathing down my neck anymore. Not that I was out there being wild or crazy or anything. Not then, anyway. I just
needed my own space. So I got an apartment and lived alone for the first time in my life.”

“That must have been fun.”

“It was.”

“And then did you party?”

She laughed again. “Hard. Nothing like that taste of freedom with no restrictions. So much for me ragging on the hard partiers at the dorm. I was such a hypocrite when I ended up doing the same thing as soon as I got my own place.”

“Yeah. Been there. But eventually you have to grow up and be responsible.”

“True. And it didn’t take long for my grades to slip and for me to realize that college life wasn’t for me.”

“Is that how you ended up at the bar?”

“More or less. I dropped out of college after my second year, took a year off to travel and clear my head.”

“Where did you go?”

“Went up to Canada with some friends, then over to Paris, Germany, and then London. More wild and crazy times.”

He rubbed her wrist, then trailed his finger up her arm to where her banded tribal tattoo circled her biceps. “Is that where all the tattoos came from?”

She shivered at his touch. “Here and there.”

He sat up and swept his index finger over her shoulder, across her neck, and behind her ear, fingering the piercings in her ear. “And what about these?”

“It was a whim.”

“I like them. They’re sexy.”

She liked him touching her ear. She liked him touching her anywhere.

“And the tats? Were those whims, too?”

“They all mean something to me.” She held out her arm. “The
sun, moon, and stars remind me that no matter where I am, my family is always looking at the same sun, the same moon, and the same stars. It comforted me when I set out on my own and when I traveled all those years. Despite wanting my freedom and this big sense of adventure I had, eventually I got homesick. That’s when I got the tattoo.”

He circled her upper arm. “This one?”

“The tribal band on my arm was a bonding experience with friends in England.”

“Now tell me about the dragon.”