Between the Sheets (4 page)

If only we had more time…

I can’t dwell on Tyler leaving in six
days. I just can’t.

Instead, I go to work unbuttoning his
shirt. Ty pulls on the string holding up the top of my dress, and
my bare chest is revealed as the triangles of material slide down.
Removing his mouth from mine, he slides his tongue down my neck to
my breasts. While his hands explore, he takes my nipple between his
teeth and nibbles gently, igniting every flame in my
body.

My fingers run through his hair and I
tug on the longer strands on top pulling him closer to my
chest.

He backs me up slowly till the backs
of my legs make contact with the bed. His hands make their way to
the zipper on the back of my dress and he slides it down.
Instantly, the gown drops to the floor and I’m standing before him
with nothing but a black lace thong and my four-inch Louboutins. Ty
cups both my breasts in his hands and bends down to kiss each one.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

I reach out to his shirt and push it
off his shoulders. Then I begin working at his pants, button first,
and then his zipper. He kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks
by standing on the toe of each one. I don’t know why, but that
makes me smile. Ty drags kisses from my breasts to my neck and back
again while I slide my hands into his boxer briefs and tug them
down till they fall on their own.

Taking his erection into my hand, I
trace the silken skin with my fingers, and say, “I want you,
Tyler.”

He places a few gentle pecks on my
lips and says in a hushed tone, “I want you too, but slow down.
Let’s take our time.”

I lie down on the bed and Ty follows
me, stretching his long body next to my small frame. He tucks a
strand of hair behind my ear and pulls me into another kiss that
takes my breath away. He then nudges me on my back and I lie as
still as possible as he traces kisses from my forehead to my chest
to my belly to my thighs and to my calves. Slowly, gently, dragging
his tongue along the way. My body shudders in waves of passion when
his wet kisses find their way between my legs. The things he can do
with only his tongue is pure, raw talent.

When my body finally relaxes long
enough for me to move, I sit up slowly and push Tyler on his back
for his turn. His skin is soft as a baby’s bottom, but his body is
also hard and firm. His chest is sprinkled with just a little
golden blond hair that traces a happy trail down his center. I
trace my fingers down the path, taking time to suck on every inch
of his chest, abs, and sides. He tugs a little harder on my hair as
I drag my teeth along his V. Nibbling, licking, and pressing kisses
first on the left and then on the right before taking his length in
my mouth. Using my hands, my tongue, my teeth, my lips, I take him
in enjoying every moan and grunt that escapes him because of my
doing.

Ty curls up and places both of his
hands on my shoulders and guides me up till our faces meet. He
parts his lips and our tongues dive in tasting each other deeply.
He rolls me over and settles himself between my legs. His eyes are
darker as he gazes down at me while teasing me with his finger.
“You’re so ready, Melly.”

Watching him sheath himself with
protection, I smile, my breath quickening at what’s to come. “I’m
always ready for you,” I murmur.

He leans down and covers my mouth with
his. My lips part in a gasp as he enters me slowly and deeply. I
rock my hips into his, matching his gentle pace.

We look into each other’s eyes, and I
tell him what I can’t with words.

Melissa

Another day in Vegas, baby. Sleeping
in is awesome. With the sun resistant curtains blacking out any
light from entering the room, even though it’s noon, the only
evidence of the time is on the clock on the bedside table. I smile
at the thought of how late it is. I live for vacations, for the
chance to sleep and sleep some more. And with Ty lying next to me,
all naked and sexy, I’m in no hurry to get out of bed.

Tyler throws his right arm and leg
over my body and pulls me closer to him. He presses soft kisses to
my bare shoulder, causing goose pimples to pop up all over my skin.
The tingles make me giddy and I wonder if I will always feel this
way in his arms. Will it ever get old? Will we ever just wake up
and roll out of bed without snuggling first? Without striking up a
conversation?

“
Sleep good?” he
asks.

I wiggle closer to him. “I haven’t
slept this good in a long time.”

“
I haven’t either. I think
it’s those bad ass drapes. It looks like midnight in here.” He
fumbles around, touching my thighs, belly, and arms before filling
his hands with my breasts in a playful squeeze. “Wait, you’re my
Melly Belly, right?”

“
Your Melly, huh?” I turn
around to face him. My eyes try to adjust to the darkness before I
peck him on the lips.

“
Well, you better not be
anyone else’s,” Ty responds, and kisses me back. “I’m a nice guy,
but I don’t have any intentions of sharing you.”

Excuse me? Is he trying to
make some kind of declaration here without really coming out and
saying it? Is he trying to say that he wants to have a real
relationship? Or at the very least, he doesn’t want me to see
anyone else. He hasn’t mentioned keeping it in his pants when he
gets back to San Francisco. For all I know, I’ll be down here with
the
vadge
on lock
down and he’ll be up there getting so much action it’ll seem like
his pecker is a flashing neon “Ride This” sign.

“
Mel,” he says, tipping my
chin with his thumb and index finger. “What’s wrong? You went quiet
and still all of a sudden.” He searches my eyes for answers but I
don’t have any. There is so much to consider. What the hell are we
doing here? “Come on. Talk to me.”

With a deep breath, I sigh. I have to
give him something. The man knows me to well to try and lie. “I’m
just thinking.” I try lowering my eyes but he brings me back to him
again with a nudge of his fingertips to my chin. “About us. About
what we’re doing. What happens next? When you leave? Do we just
keep meeting for a quickie between the sheets? Or is there
something more?”

This time, it’s his turn to lower his
eyes. He falls to his back and scrubs a hand over his face with a
loud grunt. Or maybe a growl. “Do all these questions have to be
answered now? Why can’t we just have a good time and see what
happens?”

Typical guy. Wants to have
fun without talking. Without any look into the future. He just
wants to be in the here and now and has no interest in thinking
about what comes next. Well, I do. “I
am
having a good time. But you asked
what’s on my mind. So don’t get all pissy when the answer isn’t
what you wanted to hear. I can’t just wait to see what happens
next. You just said you don’t want to share me. What the hell does
that mean? That doesn’t sound like a
“we’ll see”
kind of thing to say. Or
is it just that you don’t want to share me but you want the freedom
to share yourself with any little sex kitten who scratches up your
tree?”

When I see a smile spread across his
face, I could punch him. “Sex kitten?” he questions.

Out of everything I just said, this is
what he focuses on. “Yes. What do you want me to call all the women
who are more than willing to provide you with hours of adult
entertainment?”

“
Wow, Melly. You make it
sound like I’m some porn star who’s getting laid everyday by
someone new. You know that’s not me.” He turns to his side to face
me, propping himself up on an elbow. “And even if I wanted to, who
has the time? I work all day and I paint all night. Dating hasn’t
really been at the top of my list of priorities.”

Now, I’m groaning. “So
I
am
just a quick
roll in the sheets. You’re not interested in making this something
more.”

Without warning, his lips are on mine.
If I was smart, I’d back away and get the hell out of this bed. But
his moist strong lips take hold of mine and my brain suffers from a
complete meltdown of wills.

His mouth hovers over my own, and he
says, “You’ve never been just a roll in the hay for me. You know
you’re something more to me and always will be. I want you in my
life. I’m just not sure how it’s going to work.” A gentle peck
presses on my mouth. “So until we can both figure it out, together,
how about we exercise some patience and see what
happens?”

“
Patience?” I
murmur.

“
Yeah. I know. Asking you
to be patient is like asking my sister to stop drinking
beer.”

With that, he kisses me again. And
again. Until I’m breathless and panting for more.

“
So where to?” Ty asks,
sliding his shades down to cover his eyes. The man is pure hotness
in aviator glasses. I’m tempted to call him Maverick but I know
he’ll toss them out the window if I do. Maybe I should tell him he
reminds me of The Rock. Yeah, not so much. “What are you looking at
me like that for?”

My brows rise with amusement. He
caught me. “Just checking out the view.”

He smiles. “Good to know you like
something above my waist. I’ve gotten so used to you gawking over
my ass and my manhood, that I was starting to develop a
complex.”

Laughter fills the car, as we cruise
along the boulevard. “Oh, poor you. Good thing we don’t work
together or it’d be considered sexual harassment.”

“
Nah, I like it too much to
file a claim. Ogle all you want, babe.”

With a grin, I tell him, “Oh, I plan
to.”

After a few more blocks, passing
casino after casino, Ty repeats his question. “Where
to?”

“
I don’t know. Feel like
dollar margaritas? Or three buck prime rib?”

“
No, thank you.” He ducks
his head to look out his side window. His mouth forms an O, and my
belly starts to somersault. I can already see what has caught his
attention and I’m not thrilled. “Let’s go up there.” He points up.
Way up.

“
Nope. Not
happening.”

“
C’mon, Melly. I’ll hold
your hand. I’ve never been to the top of the Stratosphere and I
hear it’s an amazing view. I can’t think of anyone else I’d like to
share it with.” He bats his freaking eyelashes at me.

Shit. “Laying it on a little thick,
don’t you think?”

His bottom lips sticks out. Ty looks
adorable with his pretend pout going on. “Pretty please, with a
cherry on top.”

“
No way. You know I’m
afraid of heights.” Just the thought of going up there, all the way
to the top, makes me want to throw up. My blood pressure is
probably spiking to unhealthy levels just looking at the floating
sphere from way down here. I’m as low to the ground as I can get in
the shelter of my car and I still want to cry. My knee bounces
uncontrollably as I say, “I’m not doing it.”

I know Ty hears me, but he chooses not
to listen.

He steps on the gas, pulling us back
against our seats with the sudden acceleration. When he reaches the
hotel, he turns into the valet lane and slows to a stop.

“
I’ll go in the casino and
play the slots while you go on your stupid field trip.” Exiting the
car, I walk ahead of him and don’t turn back.

The blast of smoke hits me as soon as
I cross the threshold. Instantly, my nose starts to burn and I wish
I had a gas mask. The older hotels just don’t have the same
ventilation as the newer ones—not that they’re much better. I’m
shocked some multi-billionaire hasn’t invested in a non-smoking
casino. They’d make a boat load. I know I’d be knocking down the
doors.

I find my trusty Wheel of Fortune
quarter machine and slide in a twenty. Why I play this game is a
mystery to me. On the off chance I get to spin the wheel, I’m
always disappointed when I hit a measly twenty coins. It’s only the
old ladies with silver hair who win the big money. Yet, here I am
playing max bet crossing my fingers the reels land on “spin”.
Pathetic, I know. But so freaking fun at the same time.

Shit! I slap my fingers down on the
button one last time, playing my last three quarters.

“
Nothing,” I sneer, giving
the machine my evil eye.

“
How about a drink?” Ty
asks. He’s been hovering over me since I sat down but hasn’t said a
word. He’s probably been mapping out his plan of attack to get me
to travel up to the revolving floor at the top of this building.
But I’d rather teach freshman English than be transported to what
looks like outer space—and that says a lot.

“
Think you’re gonna liquor
me up and shuttle me to the outer limits of earth?”

With the slightest touch of his
fingers, he brushes back a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my
ear. Oh, shit. He doesn’t even have to get me wasted. Just the look
in his eyes is enough to get me to follow him anywhere … even
several hundred feet in the fucking air.

I shake my head to pull myself out
from under his spell. “Not gonna work, hot shot. Let’s go to the
bar and play some video poker. Free drinks.” Forget waiting for a
response, I turn on my heels and walk away. Fast enough so that he
can’t sweep me off my feet, again.