towards her so that he stood a little closer. “Would you rather I told you the truth, sweet Katie?”
His voice was low, dangerous. “Would you rather know that watching you run into that lift nearly killed me, but I let you go because you’re engaged to my best friend?” His eyes were midnight black, the pupils indistinguishable from the irises. “That I tossed in bed the whole night because I wanted you so damn much I hurt?” He winced. “Would you rather hear that I’ve had an erection on and off for the last twelve hours?” He took her hand in his, placed it on his groin and jerked beneath her touch. “That I have one now?”
Instinctively her fingers curled around him, holding him. Fire burned in her stomach, and heat rushed to her cheeks. The need to touch his bare flesh was overpowering. It knocked the breath from her lungs.
“Would you rather hear that right now I want you so bad I can barely see straight? That all I can think about is carrying you back to that hotel room and making love to you. Spending the whole day doing nothing but making you come over and over again.” He looked at her, but his eyes were unfocused.
“Fuck, Katie, I’m going insane.”
So was she. Hunger pounded through her veins. Desire trampled her logic.
Roughly, he pulled away from her, stepping back. “Is that what you want, Katie? The truth?”
“Yes, damn it!” that’s exactly what she wanted.
Steve turned off the taps. The water stopped running.
No! She didn’t want the truth. Not if it came at Steve’s expense.
Tyler swore viciously. “Do you want to know that the thought of Steve in your bedroom has me so fucked up with jealousy, I want to beat the crap out of him? Do you have any idea how I felt when I arrived here and saw his car, knew he’d spent the night?”
“He’s my fiancé. He has the right to spend the night here.”
“I know that.” Tyler choked out the words. “I have no right to begrudge him his place in your bed. But, so help me God, I do. I’m so jealous of my own best friend it’s killing me.”
She blanched, speechless. There was absolutely no response to his admission.
“Maybe I’ll just have my coffee now,” she said in a small voice, and he gave a bitter laugh.
He turned from her, grabbed the mug and set it on the counter with a thud.
“Milk, no sugar?” His tone was harsh, his voice uneven.
“Please.” Please, put the cup down. Please, come here. Let me touch you. Let me feel you. Let’s pick up where we left off last night. Please, please, please take me back to the hotel, away from Steve, away from reality, and make love to me.
She sat heavily in the chair he’d pulled out for her and picked up a piece of toast. “We leave in twenty minutes, huh?” Her thoughts were so far removed from the surprise outing, it was laughable.
He set a steaming mug in front of her. “Make sure and eat something now. You probably won’t get a chance later.”
They spoke. The words came out, the sentences were formed, but the air was thick with unspent passion and restrained jealousy and anger and neither was fooled by the detached conversation.
“Better make some extra toast,” she said. “For Steve.”
Tyler started to snarl, then stopped. His lips pulled into a tight grimace.
Katie could have kicked herself for her tactlessness. “Are you still staying at the hotel?”
He shook his head and fed bread into the toaster. “No. Last night was my last night there.”
“Have you thought any more about investing in it?” See? They could do this.
They could make small talk like any other mature adults. Like they used to.
His laugh was gruff. “No, Katie. For some reason, financial investments were not a top priority on my thought list after you left.”
Kate bit into her toast and quickly changed the subject. “Still not going to tell me where we’re going today?” she asked around a mouthful of sticky peanut butter.
Tyler looked at her and shook his head with
His voice was low, dangerous. “Would you rather know that watching you run into that lift nearly killed me, but I let you go because you’re engaged to my best friend?” His eyes were midnight black, the pupils indistinguishable from the irises. “That I tossed in bed the whole night because I wanted you so damn much I hurt?” He winced. “Would you rather hear that I’ve had an erection on and off for the last twelve hours?” He took her hand in his, placed it on his groin and jerked beneath her touch. “That I have one now?”
Instinctively her fingers curled around him, holding him. Fire burned in her stomach, and heat rushed to her cheeks. The need to touch his bare flesh was overpowering. It knocked the breath from her lungs.
“Would you rather hear that right now I want you so bad I can barely see straight? That all I can think about is carrying you back to that hotel room and making love to you. Spending the whole day doing nothing but making you come over and over again.” He looked at her, but his eyes were unfocused.
“Fuck, Katie, I’m going insane.”
So was she. Hunger pounded through her veins. Desire trampled her logic.
Roughly, he pulled away from her, stepping back. “Is that what you want, Katie? The truth?”
“Yes, damn it!” that’s exactly what she wanted.
Steve turned off the taps. The water stopped running.
No! She didn’t want the truth. Not if it came at Steve’s expense.
Tyler swore viciously. “Do you want to know that the thought of Steve in your bedroom has me so fucked up with jealousy, I want to beat the crap out of him? Do you have any idea how I felt when I arrived here and saw his car, knew he’d spent the night?”
“He’s my fiancé. He has the right to spend the night here.”
“I know that.” Tyler choked out the words. “I have no right to begrudge him his place in your bed. But, so help me God, I do. I’m so jealous of my own best friend it’s killing me.”
She blanched, speechless. There was absolutely no response to his admission.
“Maybe I’ll just have my coffee now,” she said in a small voice, and he gave a bitter laugh.
He turned from her, grabbed the mug and set it on the counter with a thud.
“Milk, no sugar?” His tone was harsh, his voice uneven.
“Please.” Please, put the cup down. Please, come here. Let me touch you. Let me feel you. Let’s pick up where we left off last night. Please, please, please take me back to the hotel, away from Steve, away from reality, and make love to me.
She sat heavily in the chair he’d pulled out for her and picked up a piece of toast. “We leave in twenty minutes, huh?” Her thoughts were so far removed from the surprise outing, it was laughable.
He set a steaming mug in front of her. “Make sure and eat something now. You probably won’t get a chance later.”
They spoke. The words came out, the sentences were formed, but the air was thick with unspent passion and restrained jealousy and anger and neither was fooled by the detached conversation.
“Better make some extra toast,” she said. “For Steve.”
Tyler started to snarl, then stopped. His lips pulled into a tight grimace.
Katie could have kicked herself for her tactlessness. “Are you still staying at the hotel?”
He shook his head and fed bread into the toaster. “No. Last night was my last night there.”
“Have you thought any more about investing in it?” See? They could do this.
They could make small talk like any other mature adults. Like they used to.
His laugh was gruff. “No, Katie. For some reason, financial investments were not a top priority on my thought list after you left.”
Kate bit into her toast and quickly changed the subject. “Still not going to tell me where we’re going today?” she asked around a mouthful of sticky peanut butter.
Tyler looked at her and shook his head with
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