She didn’t pull away.
Before he could reconsider his next move, he made it.
Chapter 10
She tasted so good. Tyler wanted to drink from her lips forever. So sweet. Intoxicating. Iris’s lips were soft and supple beneath his, exploring him just as he explored her. He traced his tongue along the seam of her lips. Iris opened for him. The muscles tensed in his gut. Tyler sighed into her mouth. He stroked her tongue. Iris suckled his in turn, teasing him, playing with him in a manner that brought to mind another area of his anatomy.
He released her hand, which he’d held to his chest, and wrapped his arms around her warmth and softness. Iris moved against him as though she couldn’t stay still. Tyler’s pulse beat a hard, fast rhythm that echoed in his ears.
But what if she wanted him to stop again?
Tyler lifted his head, breaking their kiss. “Is this what you want?” Rough and deep, he didn’t recognize his own voice.
“Yes, you’re what I want.” Iris’s eyes were soft as they searched his.
“Are you sure?” It was killing him to ask. But it would hurt even worse to leave her again.
“Positive.” Iris rose up on her toes, lifting her hands to his shoulders, and kissed him.
This time her kiss was rough, demanding. Tyler held her closer, reveling in her assertiveness. She kissed him, over and over again. She explored his mouth and let him explore the way his body wanted to move against hers. She was beautiful, sexy and smart. His wicked fantasy come to warm, wonderful life in his arms.
Tyler released her to unbutton her suit jacket. He parted the garment and stepped back. His hungry eyes feasted on her firm, perfect breasts in a black lace bra. Tyler swallowed a groan. He reached out to touch her bare skin. Her abdominal muscles trembled beneath his fingertips. Iris moaned and reached for him, kissing him again. She sighed into his mouth as her hands tugged at his clothes. Tyler lifted his head and stepped back to help her. He pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his slacks and tossed it onto the mattress for easy access later.
Within minutes, their clothes were off and they stood before each other. The look in Iris’s dark eyes as they moved over his chest, hips and thighs caused Tyler’s erection to swell even more. She ran her fingers down his torso with the lightest touch. Tyler’s muscles shook.
Iris lifted her wide eyes to his. “Your body is amazing.”
“You’re so beautiful.” Tyler’s gaze moved over her firm breasts, tight waist and slim, well-rounded hips.
Tyler reached for her breast, testing its weight in the palm of his hand. Her nipple grew with his attention. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her as he lowered his head to her chest. He took her breast into his mouth. Iris’s gasps and moans urged him on. He laved her nipple, circling the hardened tip with his tongue, stroking it as it pebbled in his mouth.
Iris’s body shook in his embrace. Tyler walked her backward to the bed. He lifted her into his arms and lowered her onto the mattress.
Iris rose up on her knees. “Come to me.”
“I’m right here.” Tyler joined her on the mattress. He reached for her but Iris surprised him, pressing him onto the bed.
She straddled him, then lowered her lips to his, kissing him hard and deep as her hands roamed his chest, rubbed his nipples and stroked his torso. Her kisses traveled from his mouth to his jawline and down his neck.
“I love the way you smell,” she whispered against his ear.
“You smell like heaven.” Tyler ran the back of his hands over the soft skin of her breasts. “And feel like my fantasies.”
Iris lifted her head to look down at him. A smile hovered around her lips. “You’ve been fantasizing about me?”
Tyler grinned without apology. “If you only knew.”
“I’ve had a few fantasies of my own.”
Tyler’s smile vanished. She’d actually rendered him speechless.
Iris tossed him a heated look before moving down his b
ody. She paused to caress his nipples with her lips and tongue. Tyler’s blood began to heat. His stomach muscles danced beneath her touch. His body stiffened. Iris stopped just above his hips. She blew a soft breath against his length. Tyler gritted his teeth. Her tongue slid up his length from his tip to his root once, twice.
The third time, she took him into her mouth.
Tyler’s hips rose off the bed. He pressed his head hard into the pillow. Iris worked her hands, lips and tongue on his sensitive skin. She stroked him, kissed him, circled her tongue around him. She moved fast and then slow, pushing him to the edge of his self-control.