No Reservations (15 page)

Her expression held the perfect mix of boredom and sexuality. He wanted to lay her
over his lap and smack her ass. There were paddles down the hall in the Salon. He’d
take a few minutes and go get one.

He wouldn’t hurt her. He only wanted to see her skin flush red before he sat her on
his dick and fucked her until she went limp in his arms.

Then he’d lay her out on the bed and do her again.

Overkill?

Hell
no.

She let him look for a few more seconds before she spoke. “So what do you think?”

He swallowed first, afraid his voice would crack. “I think someone watched a little
too much MTV as a teenager.”

He saw her smile just before she affected that bored expression again. The one he
wanted to kiss off her face. “I was more into manga. Sailor Moon, HunterX, Naruta.
I was very aware of how different I was from most of my friends, and those characters
looked like me.”

Yes, he could understand the appeal that would have to a teenager with her heritage.

Her expression turned coy and she looked at him from beneath her lashes again. That
look incinerated his remaining control.

Sliding to the edge of the couch, he stood, enjoying how her gaze followed him all
the way up.

From this angle, her cleavage looked even deeper and he could see the shadow of her
nipples beneath the lace and the almost sheer fabric of that little white blouse.

“So was this modeled after a character in a book?”

“No.” She paused and he heard her clear her throat. “Not really. I just liked the
fabrics and the colors.”

“Good choices.” He was having a hard time regulating his breathing. His lungs felt
starved for air. “Can I touch you, Kate?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

Bored insolence looked good on her. He swallowed a laugh and circled around to her
back.

“I’m not going to take this off.” He stepped closer, until his chest nearly touched
her back, gratified to hear her breathing become labored. “I’m going to fuck you with
it on.”

She flinched and he cursed himself for his language. He’d have to watch that—

“Maybe”—she flicked her hair over her shoulder, the ends brushing against his jaw—“I’ll
be the one fucking you this time.”

Guess he didn’t have to watch his language. Leaning closer, he spoke directly into
her ear. “You can try.”

Would she take the bait? He hoped like hell she did.

For several seconds, he simply listened to her breathe and watched the increasing
pace of her rising and falling breasts. A man could get hypnotized like that.

Slowly, she turned, though she didn’t put any space between them.

“I’m going to start with your clothes,” she said, “but I don’t want you to do anything
unless I tell you to.”

She didn’t ask permission but he swore he heard her silent question. Would he allow
her to have the upper hand here?

Yes.

To a certain point.

He’d figure out what that point was when they got there.

He gave a short nod and her smile spread, a hint of sin in her eyes. “I’m going to
unbutton your shirt. I want you to stand still.”

Her fingers traced their way up the front of his shirt until they reached the open
vee at his neck. She stroked the hollow of his neck with her fingertips before she
plucked open the first button.

The button-down shirt was one of his favorites, the cotton faded to a pale blue and
soft as butter. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and had left the tails
untucked.

Kate worked her way down the row of buttons with an unhurried ease that made the muscles
of his stomach tighten. As she neared the bottom, where the tails brushed nearly to
his thighs, her knuckles bumped against the thrust of his erection.

He swore he’d have the imprint of his zipper on his dick forever.

When his shirt finally hung open, she didn’t push it off as he’d expected.

She brushed it aside as she scraped her fingernails up and down his abs. The sensation
fired his nerve endings but wasn’t hard enough to do more than tease.

And when she leaned forward, he held his breath as she leaned close and flicked her
tongue at one taut nipple.

Christ, that felt amazing, like liquid fire. He bit back a groan and clenched his
hands into fists, keeping them locked at his sides. Otherwise he would’ve had his
hands wrapped in those ponytails.

Later, he’d do just that. But not now. Not when she was driving him to distraction
with only her tongue and her fingertips.

“I want you to keep the shirt on, Tyler.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

She gave him a doubtful glance. “I’m going to remind you you said that later.”

“You do that.”

Turning her attention back to what her fingers were doing, she watched as they traced
the line of dark hair that arrowed from his belly to his groin. She brushed it, petted
him, and made his cock strain even harder against his zipper.

As she traced the waistband of his jeans from the front to the back, she raised all
the hair on his body by the time she returned to the button and worked it free.

The head of his cock leaped at the chance to escape and, when she tugged down the
zipper, he practically burst out of his boxers.

He waited with baited breath for her to touch him, to take his cock in her hands and
jerk him off. He wanted to tell her what to do but he remembered his earlier words.
“Whatever you want.”

Apparently what she wanted was to drive him crazy, because instead of touching him,
she grabbed the sides of his jeans and pushed them down his legs.

Since he’d already taken off his shoes, he didn’t have to fumble around when she said,
“Kick those off.”

With his jeans in a pile by his feet, he felt strangely exposed, which didn’t make
a bit of sense. But the feeling fled when he saw how she stared at him—with enough
heat in her eyes to blister paint.

“Now I want you to sit on the couch, arms across the back.”

He didn’t obey right away, couldn’t force himself to blindly follow her commands.
It just wasn’t in him.

But when she raised one curved brow at him and crossed her arms over her chest, he
realized this was a game to her. Not a dominance play.

He crossed the few feet to the couch and sat back down, just as she’d asked.

“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Her voice held a sweet-as-sugar tone that made him grin as he held her gaze.

“I guess we’ll just have to see if the reward is worth it.”

With deliberate steps, she approached the couch. “Spread your legs.”

Again, he waited until she raised her eyebrows.

“You know”—she put her hands on her hips, making that tiny white shirt gape even more—“if
you don’t listen, I’m not going to reward you.”

“Reward me for what?”

“For being a good boy.”

He did smile then, which she returned with a sly grin. “Then it better be one hell
of a good reward because I am being one hell of a good boy right now.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He couldn’t stop grinning at the pleasure he saw on her face. She was having a good
time and he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.

With a slight dip of his head, he spread his legs.

Hell, it was reward enough to watch her go to her knees between his. Then she moved
closer.

He held his breath as she reached for him, praying this time she’d give his cock some
relief. Instead, she reached for his underwear. She tugged and maneuvered until she’d
exposed his shaft.

The heat of her breath brushed against the ultrasensitive tip, making his cock quiver.
He grabbed hold of the cushions with both hands so he didn’t grab for her.

She didn’t do anything other than sit there for several seconds, staring at his straining
erection. He swore if she didn’t touch him soon, he’d come just from the anticipation.

Finally, she reached for him . . .

But only to splay her hands on his chest.

He bit back a groan as she kneaded his pecs then sank her fingernails lightly into
his skin and dragged them down his body.

He nearly came off the couch when she scraped along the sensitive area on either side
of the root of his cock. And with his underwear still caught around his thighs, he
couldn’t widen his legs any more to silently beg her to scrape those nails on his
balls.

“Kate.”

Her name emerged as a groan, making her grin widen.

“Don’t worry, Tyler. I won’t leave you high and dry.”

“Then suck me.”

“Ah, ah, ah. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

She did lean forward though and blew a cool stream of air over the head of his cock.
He bit back another groan and nearly ripped the cushions to pieces.

With her nails and her breath, she whipped him into a frenzy without touching that
vital organ. Fluid seeped from the tip, a drop that rolled down the shaft.

He closed his eyes—

And her lips closed around the head.

Christ, that mouth. He groaned, low and deep.

Heaven. Absolute heaven.

She sucked on the tip with delicate greed, one hand wrapping around the shaft, the
other working its way between his legs to cup his balls.

As her fingernails scraped at that tender flesh, goose bumps rose all over his body
and even more blood rushed to his cock.

She focused on the head for long minutes, licking and sucking, until finally she couldn’t
seem to hold back and took him all the way to the back of her throat.

His hips came off the cushions, seeking more depth. He couldn’t help himself. She
didn’t seem to mind.

Her rhythm picked up now, her head bobbing faster and faster until he thought she’d
make him come in her mouth.

At the very last second, she pulled off, nearly gasping for air.

With passion-glazed eyes, she scrambled to her feet before crawling onto the couch,
one thigh on either side of his. Pulling a condom from God-knows-where, she covered
him quickly, her hands trembling.

But there was no fumbling as she positioned his cock straight into the air and sank
down on it in one, smooth motion.

She was so slick, he felt no resistance at all.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

She leaned in to rest her forehead against his. “You do that to me, Tyler. Only you.
Now
move
.”

Buried deep inside her, he almost didn’t want to. He could come just from the tight
grip of her pussy.

But she needed friction.

Gripping her hips, he lifted her up then let gravity take its course. She slid down
with a moan, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He let her stay
there for several seconds, not wanting to rush.

But Kate obviously had other plans.

She rocked forward then rolled back, making his eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus,
Kate. You do that again and I won’t be responsible for not getting you off before
I come.”

She slid one hand into his hair and tugged. “Then you’d better learn a little self-control,
because this time I’m in charge.”

Her words felt like an erotic slap against his senses and his body responded with
a surge of blood to his cock.

Clamping down on his instinctive urge to take over, he let his head fall back so he
could look at her.

Her eyes were half open and glazed with lust though he knew she watched him. Her teeth
clamped into her bottom lip and she did that rock-and-roll again and nearly made his
eyes cross.

Forcing his eyes to remain open, he watched her work herself into a higher state of
ecstasy with each movement.

And watching her sharpened his attention to a laser’s precision.

He noticed every breathless sigh each time his cock pressed against a particularly
sensitive area inside her. Noticed how she’d hitch in a short breath when she sank
down on him and took him deep. How her movement increased as her eyes closed.

She appeared lost in her own world, but her fingers kneaded his shoulder and his scalp,
and when she leaned forward, she licked at his earlobe before nipping it.

“You feel so amazing inside me.” Her words, whispered in his ear, felt like she’d
wrapped a fist around his lungs and squeezed. His balls tightened and he couldn’t
hold back any longer.

On her next downward slide, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down. Hard.

She gasped, her eyes flying open to stare into his.

When he was sure he had her complete attention, he gripped her hips even tighter and
slowly drew her upward. Not far enough that his cock slipped out, but to the point
that she was stretched around the widest part of him.

Then he held her there while he started to thrust. It took some effort on his part
but it was worth it. The position hit different angles inside her and one in particular
made her gasp.

With his control beginning to unravel, he worked with a single-minded purpose—to make
her come.

If he gave himself a raging case of blue balls until then, so be it.

Every gasp she made, every time she tried to wriggle out of his hold made him that
much more determined.

The balance of power had shifted and she seemed to know it.

She didn’t say a word as she held on while he pounded into her, both of them reaching
for something they hadn’t known they needed.

Something still just out of reach.

“Tyler, oh, my God. Just—”

He shifted her a half centimeter forward.

“Yes!” she cried out, her fingers biting painfully into his shoulder as she came.

He couldn’t stop, continued to thrust until she practically melted around him.

When she finally released his shoulder and lay limp against his chest, he brought
her down one more time, sank as deep as he could go, and came with a deep groan and
a sense of pure satisfaction.

Ten

K
ate needed a shower but was too wiped out to move.

She knew if she asked the man who’d made her like this to clean her up, he’d be on
his feet and have her in the bathroom in two seconds flat.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to move just yet.

Lying here, she felt his cock continue to twitch deep inside and it brought a smile
to her lips. Beneath her ear, she heard his heart thundering and his chest rose and
fell like he’d just finished sprinting up twenty flights of steps.

That she’d been able to rouse him to this condition made her feel like a conquering
heroine.

That is, if the heroine was too tired to do more than breathe afterward.

Which she was.

And sated. She felt completely and utterly satisfied.

She couldn’t ever remember—

“Kate. Are you still awake?”

Was she? She had her doubts. Could this blissful state be considered sleeping?

“Mmm.”

It was really all she could manage to say at the moment and perfectly expressed the
way she felt.

After a few silent minutes, as his heart slowly reverted to a normal rhythm and she
could breathe more easily, he shifted beneath her.

“Alright, sweetheart. Enough lying around already. Time for a shower.”

Since that sounded good, she draped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face
into the curve of his neck. “Okay. But you have to carry me since my state of . . .
whatever state this is, is all your fault.”

He chuckled, a deep rasp of sound that, amazingly, made her pussy clench with desire.

She couldn’t believe after that last orgasm that she could even think about having
more sex right now.

This must be what obsessed means.

Lying against him, she thought about that as he maneuvered her into his arms with
minimal effort then stood as if she didn’t weigh more than a sack of potatoes.

She felt warm and boneless against him and she wondered if she’d seen a bathtub in
his bathroom.

Then couldn’t remember if she’d seen his bathroom at all.

She became sufficiently curious to lift her head from his chest when he stopped moving.
Opening her eyes, she looked around. “Wow. I didn’t realize how much of a hedonist
you really are.”

He paused before pulling back so he could see her expression. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this bathroom. It’s amazing. You designed this too, didn’t you?”

His lips twisted in a crooked smile. “What makes you think that?”

Where his bedroom was decorated in shades of light and dark blue, the bathroom was
black and white. But it wasn’t at all cold.

The walls appeared to be covered with black moiré silk and the black marble shower
took up nearly a third of the floor space. A clear glass door hid nothing from view
and she saw several showerheads protruding from the walls and the ceiling.

A sunken tub that could hold a party of four occupied the other side of the room,
and she nearly started to salivate over that.

“It’s masculine and bold but understated enough not to be pretentious.”

“Glad you like it.”

“Oh, I do. That tub is amazing.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to christen it.”

“You’ve never used it?”

He shook his head and something crossed his expression, some old pain. “I’m not really
one to soak for hours on end.”

Setting her on her feet next to the massive tub, he bent to twist the taps. Water
immediately gushed forth and, seconds, later, steam heated her skin.

“I think it’s finally time for this to come off.”

He reached for her shirt as she stared up at him. His expression had sharpened again.
It gave her a thrill deep inside to know he continued to find her sexy, even after
he’d screwed her senseless.

Standing still, she stared at his face as he watched his fingers undo the two buttons
holding the shirt together. He took his time, his knuckles brushing against her tight
nipples, teasing them into even harder peaks. When the shirt gaped open, he brushed
it off her shoulders and watched it fall to the ground.

Then his gaze and his fingers returned to her bra. “Turn.”

She obeyed, presenting him with her back. It only took a second for her bra to join
the shirt.

Since he didn’t say anything else, she stayed as she was and nearly jumped out of
her skin when his fingers trailed down her spine. Her head dropped back, her hair
brushing against her spine for a few seconds before he gathered it in one hand and
twisted it around his fist.

She felt him bend close and rub his cheek against the top of her head as he tugged
on her hair.

A second later, he released her, and she sucked in a sharp gasp of air at the almost
overwhelming urge to grab him and make sure he was coming back to her.

This man was going to give her a heart attack.

Next, she felt his fingers at her waist, undoing the buttons on the skirt until that
fell to the floor as well.

He paused before removing the thong, plucking at the string between her ass cheeks,
sending sharp jolts of lightning zinging through her.

“I know I didn’t say anything earlier”—he brushed his lips against her nape, causing
her to tilt her head to give him more access—“but I really admire this design.”

He tugged again, a little harder this time, and the seam at the front caught her clit
at just the right angle. As she’d designed it to do.

She swore she
heard
him smile. “Such a simple design and yet so . . . ingenious.”

Slipping his fingers between her legs, he stroked the bare lips of her sex, sensitive,
slick, and puffy from their recent play.

“It’s a shame I have to take them off, but I know I’ll see them again.”

He sounded awfully sure of himself and she wanted to have a snappy retort, but her
brain simply didn’t have the necessary cell power left to come up with something.

Instead, she bit back a moan as he slid one finger inside her and stroked.

His fast withdrawal left her aching. She barely noticed as he stripped the thong down
her legs.

“Let’s get you in the tub. I’m sure you’re ready for a good soak.”

He swept her off her feet and the next second, she found herself submerged up to her
shoulders in perfectly hot water.

She glared up at him, determined to tell him off for treating her like a rag doll,
but the words died in her throat as she caught him in the act of pushing his boxer
briefs off his hips.

My God, a naked Tyler would be enough to give the most devout nun second thoughts
about her vows.

He left his boxers next to her clothes then climbed into the tub behind her.

Leaning into the curve, he drew her back until her head rested comfortably on his
chest.

He didn’t wrap his arms around her this time but rested them on the ledge of the tub.
His chest rose and fell on a deep breath and she swore she felt every muscle in his
body relax.

Encouraged to do the same, she let her mind drift, knowing he wouldn’t allow anything
to happen to her.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable but she felt Tyler shift and do something behind
her just before soft music filled the air.

Jazz.

“Is that okay?” he asked. “I can turn something else on if you don’t like it.”

“No, that’s fine, though I don’t really know a lot about jazz. My parents listened
to a lot of blues when I was a kid. And they were both heavily into Springsteen.”

“My grandfather got me started on jazz. He was into big band, Sinatra and the Rat
Pack, music like that. As I got older, I started listening to more Coltrane, Stanley
Clarke, Wynton Marsalis.”

“I like it. It’s soothing.”

“Are you going to fall asleep on me?”

“What do you expect? You wore me out.” She punctuated that with a yawn that caught
her off guard.

His husky laughter rumbled through her back. “So I shouldn’t do this.”

He shifted again and pressed his stiffening erection between the cheeks of her ass.

She moaned, because, yes, she did want him to do that. But she wasn’t going to be
able to keep her eyes open much longer.

“So not fair. But I’m warning you. I may fall asleep in the middle. Just saying.”

“Then I guess I should get you back to bed. Just to sleep, of course.”

“You don’t have to be too hasty.” She paused. “So what prompted your visit tonight,
Tyler? Not that I don’t appreciate it, but I was a little surprised to find you there.
After you didn’t call all week.”

If she was expecting an apology, she should’ve known better. “I wanted to see you.”

“So you were horny.”

He didn’t answer right away. “Is that a problem?”

“No. Unless that’s all you want from me. Then I’d prefer you to be honest.”

“Do you only want a relationship based on sex?”

“I’m not sure. Do you?”

Another pause. “Can I answer that honestly and say I’m not sure what I’m looking for?”

She told herself that pang in her gut was relief. It had to be, because she couldn’t
allow herself to believe it was anything else. She’d only recently broken off a long
engagement. She wanted to change her life and that could include moving away from
her home, possibly to New York City. If she was lucky, it would be New York.

She wasn’t in the market for a relationship that sank emotional hooks into her.

And if she was lying to herself just a little . . . well, she could ignore that too.

She scooted back just a little, wriggled her ass just a tiny bit more and smiled when
he hitched in a breath.

“Honesty works for me.”

“Then, honestly, I want you again, Kate.”

It was a wonder the water splashing over the side of the tub didn’t flood the room.

**

“So this reception . . . How many people are going to be there?”

“About a hundred.”

Watching Tyler expertly do his tie while she put in her earrings, she wondered if
the reason she wasn’t nervous about this event was because she couldn’t think beyond
the fact that Tyler in a suit scrambled her brain or that she wasn’t going to know
anyone so she’d probably be mostly invisible.

It was pretty much a toss-up.

“And Greg’s looking for investors, so they’re all going to be rich?”

“Pretty much, yes.” Turning away from the mirror, he let his gaze roam over her. “You
look amazing. I’ll be careful not to rip that dress off of you later before I spread
you out on a flat surface and fuck you.”

She figured she should be used to the things Tyler said that made her wet between
her thighs and so damn horny she couldn’t think straight.

From the outside, Tyler looked as straitlaced as any nine-to-five businessman. But
she knew now that façade hid a relentless sexual appetite that threatened to devour
her whole.

But she was determined to enjoy it while she could. It brought out a side of her she
hadn’t realized she had. A slightly raunchy side that liked to give as good as she
got.

Closing the few feet between them, she stopped with barely an inch to spare so she
had to look up into his face and into those navy blue eyes. “Maybe I’ll back you into
a corner instead. Maybe I’ll take you in my mouth and get you off before I allow you
to put me on that table and make me come with your mouth.”

As the words spilled from her, she felt a blush creeping into her cheeks. Combined
with the flush of heat originating from between her legs and working its way through
her entire body, she probably looked like she was running a high fever.

She didn’t know if she’d be able to tell the difference right now.

A taut silence stretched between them, broken only when someone knocked at the apartment
door. Even then, it took Tyler a few seconds to lift his hand to brush his fingers
across her lips, making them tingle. Then he dropped his hand to brush across her
nipples.

Kate silently congratulated herself for remembering to bring a bra that wouldn’t show
her nipples every time they got hard, which was all the time around Tyler.

“I guess we should be going.” Tyler sighed. “Greg’s already worked himself up over
this. He doesn’t need me to be late.”

She couldn’t imagine Greg getting nervous over anything. The man seemed perpetually
relaxed. They’d had lunch with him around noon, after she and Tyler had finally rolled
out of bed around eleven. He hadn’t seemed any different than he had last night.

But when they joined Greg in the hall to take the elevator to the fifth floor, she
noticed a few cracks in his composure. His smile wasn’t as wide and he didn’t laugh
as much.

Tyler kept up most of the conversation, though Greg did contribute. Kate listened,
not really up on the current Hollywood gossip. She did recognize several names that
made her shake her head in bemusement a few times. The circles Greg ran in were those
that magazines like
People
and
Entertainment Weekly
made a living covering.

“You look beautiful tonight, Kate.”

Greg’s serious tone caught her attention just as they arrived at the entrance to a
room she’d never been in before.