Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(35)

Her face instantly lit up, a mischievous smirk splaying across her lips. “So if I ask you anything, you’ll tell me the truth?” she inquired curiously.

“Yes, but I’m warning you. Be mindful of the questions, because you might not want to hear the answers.”

Turning her body completely toward me, she grinned and rubbed her hands together. “I think I can handle that. All right, let’s see . . . were you in love with Gabriella?”

Of course it had to be about her. In all seriousness, I looked her in the eyes and answered, “No, I was never in love with her. She’s a good friend and I care about her, but that’s as far as it goes.”

Furrowing her brows, she stared at me for a moment before nodding her head, hopefully satisfied with my response. I was beginning to think I should’ve given her a five question limit.

“Have you slept with anyone since you met me?” she asked.

“No. Have you?”

Deep down, I knew she hadn’t because she wasn’t like that—she wasn’t like me. Hell, I used to love f*cking different women almost every night, or at least three times a week. I could get anyone I wanted, but I had yet to fully get the one I truly wanted.

“Hey, these aren’t my questions. I don’t have to answer that,” she teased. “But since you’re answering mine, I’ll at least be nice enough to answer one of yours. No, I haven’t slept with anyone since you met me. In fact, I haven’t had sex in almost two years.”

Two years? Hot damn, that was a long time. “Why? Is it because you were taking care of your grandmother?”

“Yes, it was mostly that, and also I’ve never been the type of girl to give it up to just anyone. I don’t even want to know how many people you’ve been with.”

Ouch. In her eyes I could see that dealing with my past wasn’t going to be easy. “So, I’m assuming that’s not your next question?” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh, God no,” she shrieked. “I prefer to be ignorant on those details. Besides, it’s not about our pasts, or the things we can’t change. We have to look forward, right? I mean, what if there was something about me you couldn’t change? What if I had a family member who was basically the spawn of evil?”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “The spawn of evil? That’s probably a little extreme don’t you think?”

“I wish it was, but unfortunately it’s true.” Nervously, she fiddled with her fingers. “I just wouldn’t want you to think badly of me because of my family. You wouldn’t would you?”

“No,” I exclaimed incredulously. Why would she even think that? “I don’t care what other people in your family do. It’s you I care about.” Turning into my driveway, I shut off my truck and reached for her hands.

Almost instantly, that seemed to appease her. She breathed a sigh of relief, her fingers relaxing in my grasp.

“I have one more question for you,” she murmured, leaning her head against the seat and biting her lip provocatively. Her skin tight green T-shirt hung so close to her skin I could see her nipples peeking through the fabric. I wanted to taste them, to roll my tongue around them and make them pucker more. I wanted to taste all of her.

“What’s the question?” I growled low, watching her tongue slide across her lips.

Slowly, she moved forward and stopped only an inch away from me, her mouth so achingly close. It killed me to keep my calm, to not pick her up, carry her into my house, throw her on my bed, and just f*ck her like I’d been dying to do since the day I met her. I had never wanted someone so bad and not be able to have them.

“I’m ready for you, Tyler. Are you ready for me?”

Grasping the back of her neck, I brought her closer and gently nipped her bottom lip making her gasp. “You have no f*cking idea.”





AS SOON AS Tyler pulled into the garage and we got out of his truck, it was like we couldn’t get back to each other fast enough. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, kissing his way down my neck to the tops of my breasts.

With my legs around his waist, he carried me inside and slammed the door, ripping my shirt off before we could even get to the stairs. Giggling, I looked down at the tattered garment on the ground and then up to him, his gaze was raw.

“I’ll get you another one,” he assured me.

Leaning me against the wall, Tyler lifted my bra and cupped my breast in his hand, shifting me up so he could suck my nipple between his teeth. Closing my eyes, I moaned and held him close, my insides tightening. I could feel the blood rushing to the spot between my legs that ached to feel Tyler’s touch. Only one gentle stroke and I would be completely lost and at his mercy.

“Tyler,” I breathed, arching my back.

Chuckling, he reached around behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He stood back and looked up and down my body as I straddled him. His cock getting harder between my legs.

“You are so beautiful, Kacey,” he murmured, sliding a strand of my hair off my forehead. “I promise to go slow with you tonight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

From the feel of him below, it didn’t take a genius to figure out he meant he didn’t want to hurt me physically. No matter how turned on I was, I knew it would hurt once I had sex again. It had been too long.