Pants on Fire (4 page)

They were within sight of the car before the sky really opened up but those last dozen yards were enough and they were both soaked. Sitting in the car with the rain pounding the roof and windshield, Megan started laughing. Tyler looked at her, and then smiled. Her hair was plastered to her neck and forehead in dark strands. Water literally dripped off the tip of her nose. Her shirt was soaked and it clung to her breasts in the most enticing way.

This is Megan. This is the truth of her. Some strange, inviting, blend of funny, friendly, and downright sexy,
Tyler thought and he felt a burning ache in the pit of his stomach as his heart thundered from exertion and emotion.
God, I think I’m actually falling in love with her.

“Oh, well. It’s not the first time I’ve been caught in a rain storm,” she said as her laughter died away. “We look ridiculous.”

“You look beautiful.”

She looked away from him. “I’ll get you back to the hotel.”

“Will you come up? At least to dry off?”

She heard it in his voice, that same subtle longing that used to creep into her mother’s voice whenever her father called to say he was working a double. A quick glance at him revealed nothing, no heartsick expression or wide, love struck eyes.

Don’t read into this Megan. He’s a great guy but two weeks isn’t enough time to fall in love and it’s only been two days!

“I think drying off would be a great idea. Besides, if I go home my mother will scold me for not checking the weather before going out.”

“She didn’t get wet! I should be the one scolding you!”

“No! Please don’t start that!” she chuckled and pulled into the visitor’s lot. She ignored the smug look on the desk clerk’s face and disappeared with Tyler into the partial privacy of the elevator. He quietly took her hand in his.

“Do you have any other plans today?”

She shook her head. “Nothing at all.”

“Good.”

As soon as the door was closed, he grabbed her, spinning her around and kissing her hard before she could regain her footing. He kept kissing her, keeping her pinned against his chest until she stopped struggling and started kissing him back. She shivered and managed to pull away.

“Can we dry off? My clothes feel cold and damp.”

He peeled his shirt off, let it hit the floor with a wet thump, and took a purposeful step towards her, his eyes intent on her face.

This is what it feels like to be hunted,
she thought as she backed slowly into the room. There was nowhere to run, not if she actually wanted to escape, but she suspected that he wanted her to at least try and her heart was pounding at the very idea.

He followed, each step measured and exact, and when she bolted for the bathroom he sprang forward, catching the door on his forearm and pushing his way in. She smiled meekly at him and handed him a large fluffy towel from the rack. He swatted the towel away, grabbed her, and kissed her again, though he had to admit that her shirt was cold and clammy.

Breaking the kiss so suddenly it left her breathless, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her bra was one of those unflattering cotton things that women wore while working out and it followed her shirt over her head and onto the floor.

“Now to warm you up,” he said. His voice sent shivers down her spine. There was something primitive and demanding in the deepness of his voice and the way he stared at her.

“I’m all yours,” she whispered, desire making her breath catch in her throat.

“You’d better believe it,” he said and yanked her forward so her body slammed against his. The kiss was fast, hard and left her reeling. She had no choice but to follow as he led her, a little too quickly, to the bed.

He basically tossed her onto the overstuffed comforter and some sort of reason kicked back in. “You’ll get the bed all wet!”

She had hoped to slow him down, hoped he’d let her off the bed long enough that she could catch her breath and try for a little control in this game. Of course he just gave her a smug look and stripped her shorts off.

They caught on her shoes. He muttered, “Shit,” and threw the offending footwear, and her socks, across the room.

At least the shoes had bought her enough time to sit up. “Tyler …”

He covered her mouth with his, savouring the taste of her, then pulled back. “Sorry, I wanted one last kiss, in case you’re going to tell me to go to hell.”

She shook her head. “I just wasn’t expecting this. It’s a big change from the other day.”

“Does it bother you?”

She didn’t even pause to consider it. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Good.” The feral gleam sparked in his eyes again. “You are so damn sexy, Megan.”

“I won’t argue with you,” she smiled.

The first kiss was surprisingly soft, but the wild desperation soon took over again and Megan was fighting for every breath. He pushed her back against the bed, crawling up with her, but she squirmed away, whimpering.

“What?” His voice was husky again.

“Cold. Jeans cold.”

He struggled to get the damp fabric to slide down his legs, without getting off the bed, or crawling off Megan.

She grabbed the waist band and pulled, getting it past his hips so he could worm out of the rest of them. Since he was distracted and his perfect chest was so close, she kissed his collar bone then licked his nipple.

He growled, kicked free of the jeans, and kissed her. He left a trail of nips and kisses down her jaw, neck, and shoulder while his hand cupped her breast. He took her other breast in his mouth, making her back arch up towards him.

Her whimpers were making him hot despite his damp skin and the ever present breeze from the air conditioner. Passion soon outpaced civility or generosity and he released her breast.

Before she could catch her breath he had shifted his weight, kneed her legs apart, and pressed the head of his erection against her. Only then did he pause and stare into her eyes.

She nodded and he slammed into her, pleased when she let out a little scream. There was little control left in him now and he grabbed her hips and took his pleasure from her. Her every moan and yelp only pushed him further past that edge.

Megan closed her eyes and grabbed two fistfuls of blanket only to release them and grab two fistfuls of his hair. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and angling her hips. He took the invitation and fucked her even harder, thrusting deeper.

She moaned louder. Thoughts evaporated, words were beyond impossible, small animal noises escaped her lips, driving him on.

He climaxed with a shudder and lay on top of her, panting. Their hearts pounded as they lay there, catching their breath.

“Wow,” she whispered.

He could only nod.

Finally he propped himself up and looked at her. “You didn’t climax.”

She smiled, even giggled a little though it was deep and throaty, not shrill and girlish. “I don’t care, that was fantastic.”

“I care.” He kissed her tenderly. “Relax and let me do this for you.”

She nodded.

Once again he started trailing kisses down her neck, now taking the time to nibble on her ear lobe. He caressed her body with light fingers, enjoying the soft feel of her skin.

When her soft sighs turned into stifled giggles and then full throated laughter he stopped and stared at her in utter shock. He could see she’s trying to regain control and after a few gasping breaths she smiled sheepishly at him.

“I have never had a woman laugh at me during sex.”

“Then you’ve never slept with a ticklish woman before.”

“Ticklish?!”

“Very. So no more running your fingers up and down my ribs or I’ll start laughing again.”

“And I thought I was being romantic.”

She sat up just enough that she could kiss him. “The rest was very nice.” She kept kissing him until he relaxed again then settled back on the bed with a sigh as he tentatively kissed his way down her throat. All self-consciousness disappeared when he got to her breasts.

She made a contented sound in the back of her throat and ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked and licked. It felt so good to be lying there with the warm weight of his body pressed against her and his eager lips and talented hands roaming her body with the single intent of pleasuring her.

And he was good at it, now that he was avoiding her ticklish ribs. Megan had had great sex before, she’d had mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms before, but it was always a special treat to lay back and let a man please her and only her. Of course it was obvious he was enjoying himself too, which made it that much more enjoyable.

She gasped, surprised. She had been so caught up in what his tongue had been doing to her breast that she hadn’t noticed his hands slipping lower and lower until his fingers dipped inside her. As he curled his fingers she squirmed with pleasure. And then he placed his thumb on her clit and began rubbing and she threw her head back and moaned.

He sensed that he’d hit a sweet spot so he kept on doing everything the same, with only enough variety to keep her from losing momentum. He had her right where he wanted her, hurtling towards the edge of pleasure, and he wasn’t going to let her escape until she’d plunged over that edge.

The foreplay, sex, and further foreplay already had Megan’s head spinning and it didn’t take long for Tyler’s fingers to hit every sweet spot between her legs and stroke them past ‘that feels good’ to ‘I can’t take it anymore’ without throwing her into an orgasm.

When she was tossing and moaning and clutching at his shoulders he started kissing down her stomach with painstaking slowness.

“Tyler, please, it’s too much!” Her hips came up off the bed and her head was still thrown back.

He remained silent, focusing on the curve of her hip, nipping along the bone and making her squirm harder. He was right down between her legs now, his mouth close enough that she could feel his breath against her skin. She was so close and he knew exactly how to push her past the point of no return.

He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit once, then twice, then he kissed her firmly and sucked the little nub between his lips.

She sat up like she’d been electrocuted and grabbed his hair. “Oh god, Tyler! God! Yes!” She shuddered against him for a long moment as her climax took her past words. Finally she collapsed back on the bed and he came up to lie beside her.

For a long while they lay there, fingers intertwined but otherwise not touching.

Finally, “That was just, wow.”

Tyler chuckled. “Yeah. I know.”

Tyler sat up and smiled down at her. “I think I need a shower. Care to join me?”

“Sure. You go ahead. Just give me a minute to make sure my legs still work.”

He kissed her softly. “Compliment received at this end.”

She half-heartedly punched his shoulder and let her arm flop back against the bed. When she heard the water running she sat up and rubbed her face with both hands. She padded across to the bathroom and peeked inside but Tyler had the curtain closed.

“Quit trying to spy on me and get in here,” he said over the splash and spray of the water.

She stepped into the shower, grinning. “You caught me. Oh, that does feel nice.”

He switched places with her and let her stand under the full spray while he scrubbed some shampoo into his hair. “Will you stay for dinner?” he asked.

She nodded. “I don’t really feel like heading home and dealing with my over protective mother.”

“I wouldn’t either.”

When she tipped her head back under the water, he gently took hold of her waist and stepped up close to her so that when she looked down again he could kiss her.

She smiled at him and it melted his heart. “Don’t tell me you’re not finished yet?”

“After watching you cum like that, I’m definitely ready for another round.” Another kiss. “You are just too sexy.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“I’ve been everywhere,” he pointed out. “Or at least seen it all.” He ran his hands over her ass and squeezed.

She glared and shook a finger in his face. “No. Never. But if you want to go again I could give you a hand with that. Here, wash the soap out of your hair.”