We come to a stack of flagstones: solid and appearing almost like a small table, made by nature. I pull him over to them, and he swiftly picks me up and sets me down on the rock. It’s cool against my skin as his skillful hands slide my dress up, revealing the bare skin of my thighs.
He leans in to kiss me again, and I press my index finger to his lips. “Promise me, this stays just between us.”
The heat of his stare overwhelms me as he tilts his head and runs his tongue along the side of my finger and when he bites the tip, my panties nearly incinerate on the spot. Dear God. Where did this man learn to be so damn sexy?
“I swear. If you don’t want anyone to know, then this stays our secret,” he whispers before he leans in and kisses the tender flesh below my ear. “I want you. I’ll follow whatever rules you want.”
With those words from his lips, every ounce of rational thought flies out of my head and I let go, giving into my body’s desires as I pull back and then crush my lips to his. My fingers thread through his thick blond hair, and I whimper the moment his tongue clashes with mine.
His hands slide under my dress as I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pelvis against the hard length in his jeans. His kiss sears me and warmth spreads over the entire length of my body, the material of Tyke’s dark red T-shirt crumpling in my palms as I clutch it hard and tug it over his head.
When my eyes drift down to his body, I lick my lips in anticipation. His chest is toned, tanned, and beautiful. It reminds me of one of those naked male sculptures that only few men in this world actually resemble, the pronounced “V” that makes women lose their minds on full display as it dips down into his jeans, pointing me in the direction I should go next.
I move my hand down to the button of his jeans while he pulls on the straps of my dress, exposing the tops of my breasts. His head dips down and his lips caress the soft skin on my chest while his fingers work down the lace of my bra. My nipples pucker as soon as the cool air wafts over them.
“So goddamn beautiful,” Tyke murmurs, before closing his mouth around the taut pink skin.
As we continue to tear away each other’s clothing, the sound of both of our panting fills my ears. We take turns exploring, kissing, and tasting each other’s flesh until we are both down to just our underwear. Tyke grabs the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs, leaving me completely naked before him. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls my hips to the edge of the rock, dropping to his knees and resting my legs on his shoulders as he uses his fingers to splay open my most sensitive flesh and then plunges his tongue inside.
The warmth of his mouth on me causes my entire body to writhe. My hips rotate while my head drops back. “Oh God,” I pant.
My pleas of desire only excite him more as his tongue continues to lap my folds before sucking on my clit.
“Tyke,” I half whisper, half moan his name as I jam my fingers into his hair.
It doesn’t take long for that familiar euphoric feeling of an impending orgasm to rush through my body—the same feeling I turned to in order to forget, at least for a while.
Every nerve ending in my body ignites as I let loose and fall into the bliss of pure ecstasy. I writhe beneath him as he continues to kiss a path up my stomach and then to my breasts. Finally, his lips connect with mine and our mouths meld together, my arousal still evident as our tongues intertwine. If it wasn’t happening to me right this very second, I would never believe that, even after an orgasm I could still be this turned on. I don’t think I’ve ever craved a man inside me as much as I do Tyke Douglas.
I press my pussy against his crotch and rub myself against his cock, still restrained by his boxer briefs. “I want you.”
He inhales sharply through his nose and then blows his hot breath across my lips. “I want you, too, but I don’t . . . we can’t . . . fuck.” He drops his forehead to my shoulder, defeated. “I don’t have a condom.”
I let out a deflated breath, but the need for him still throbs deep within me. I debate for a long moment, worried that we may never get another chance to be alone. “Have you been tested lately?”
He raises his head and stares at me. There’s no mistaking the wheels turning in his brain as he tries to figure out where I’m going with this question. “Dr. Shepherd tested me for everything the first day I came in, and I got a clean bill of health. Have you been tested?”
I nod. “I get tested after each sexual partner I’ve had.”
I feel a twinge of guilt for not telling him exactly how many times that’s been, but considering he’s a rock star, I’m sure his numbers are still higher than mine.
“Look, Tyke, we’re both adults and have been tested. I’m okay with no condom if you are, as long as you pull out. I’m not on any birth control.”
He lifts one eyebrow. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No,” I laugh. “Far from it.”
He grins. “Good. The last thing I want is some psycho, over twenty-five virgin becoming obsessed with me for taking her most prized possession.”
I roll my eyes. “That ship has long since sailed.”
He laughs with me for a moment before becoming deadly serious again as he presses his still hard cock against my wet flesh. “Okay. One time. I’m in no fucking shape to be a father right now.”
“Agreed,” I add and earn what I can only describe as a look of offense on Tyke’s face. “Not that I’m saying you’re not father material. I just mean me. I’m not ready for kids, either.” I quickly rush to make him understand what I meant.