Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(36)

“I know you won’t,” I answered him softly. “I’ll be okay.”

Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his forehead to mine, breathing me in. He was a dangerous man in the ring, yet so gentle in his touches. His hands were used to hit and fight, but with me they caressed and smoothed away my fears.

My God, I was falling for him. I shouldn’t have let it happen, but I couldn’t fight it.

Carrying me up the stairs, I couldn’t even see anything in his house because it was so dark. It didn’t matter because the only place I wanted to see was his bedroom.

“If it gets to be too much, just tell me to stop,” he whispered.

I nodded, understanding his concern, but really wanting this to happen. Plucking at his shirt, I demanded, “Off, please.”

He smirked and lifted one arm. I promptly tugged his shirt over his head and he let it fall to the floor. I ran my hands over his tattoos and inspected his body as he opened a door and turned on the light, carrying me into his room, and lying me down gently on his king-size bed.

Starting at my lips, he trailed his finger down my neck, in between my breasts, on to my shorts where he slid them down my legs and tossed them to the side. His hands were warm as he ran them up my legs to spread them, caressing my thighs. I watched him slink along like a tiger, all sleek muscle and predatory eyes as he took me in, laying completely open to him.

Sliding off the bed, he glanced around his room, pursing his lips. This gave me a chance to look around. His room wasn’t what I expected. The walls were painted a dark gray with framed black and white abstract photos on his walls, and his bed was perfectly made, covered with a black comforter and gray sheets. It was all dark and masculine, just like Tyler, but the paintings gave his room an edgy yet sensual feel.

Tyler turned off the overhead light, covering us in nothing but darkness. Then he opened his balcony door wide, letting the wind blow, the sheer, white gossamer curtains flowing inside his room. The moon was positioned just right, basking the room in a soft, gentle glow.

It was all so perfect.

“You didn’t take me as the kind of guy to like art?” I mentioned, pointing to the paintings on his walls.

Smirking, he lowered his shorts to the floor and slowly climbed back on the bed. Biting my lip, I spread my legs as he slowly crawled up my body. He rested off to the side, his thick length pressing into my thigh as he turned me to him.

“Most people don’t know the real me, Kacey. But with you . . . I want you to see all sides of me . . . I need you to.”

“Well, I’m very pleased you showed me the real Tyler. I love this side of you,” I murmured wholeheartedly.

Spreading my legs with his knee, he smiled down at me and covered my body with his, leaning on his elbows to keep his full weight off of me. I was small underneath his body, utterly at his mercy. It was an archaic feeling, but I wanted him to take me, to claim me for his own—leave his mark on me.

“I love the way you look when you’re happy, it’s breathtaking the way your face glows,” he claimed, brushing his fingers down my cheek. “However, your eyes are what I love the most.”

“Why is that?” I asked, kissing his fingers as be brushed them over my lips.

He looked deeply into my eyes. “When I look at you, I see that light, beckoning me closer. It’s that light I’ve been so afraid will burn out if you let me in, but the more time I’ve spent with you, it’s only gotten brighter. I’m addicted to it . . . to you. These days I can’t seem to think of anything else.”

I felt the same way.

“And once you make love to me it’ll only get worse,” I admitted tenderly. “Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”

He lowered his lips to mine and I closed my eyes, loving the way my lips tingled every time they touched his. “Yes,” he answered. “I’d risk just about anything for you.”

Looking at him, I smiled and wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock jump in anticipation as I rubbed against it. “Then make love to me. I’m ready to take the risk.”

Ever so gently, Tyler unhooked my legs and slid his hand up the inside of my thigh, opening my legs further. Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue across my clit. I gasped.

When he chuckled, his breath fanned across my body making it even more sensitive. I’d only had one guy go down on me in my lifetime and it actually sucked, but Tyler . . . his tongue worked wonders. Every time he pushed his tongue inside of me, he rolled it around, tasting me while nuzzling my bud with his nose, keeping me stimulated.

“Tyler,” I moaned, fisting my hands in his hair. I was so close.

“That’s right, beautiful. Let me make you come.”

I screamed out his name as the force of my release had me arching off the bed, my hands still tangled in his hair. Slowly, I released my hands and brought them to my chest, where my heart thumped wildly. That was the best orgasm I’d had in years.

“I think you’re ready now,” he claimed, licking his lips.

Reaching over to his bedside table, he pulled out a condom and opened it up. Before he could slide it down his length, I lowered my hand and wrapped it around him. I hadn’t told him I was on the pill, but it was probably for the best right now. As I glided my hand up and down his cock, Tyler pushed his length through my hand, biting his lip as he watched me. I loved seeing that wild, primal look in his eyes.