with enough pressure to make me squeal and giggle. The tender kisses he placed all over my face beat back the edge of sadness that tried to sneak into our scene.
Tywin had a kinky streak in him, but I experienced so much passion embedded in this exchange that I wasn’t sure he understood what he was giving off. He leaned in and joined our lips. The connection was instant, potent. The feeling was stimulating in a way that sent vibes of energy racing to the tips of my fingers.
“Give me one more,” I asked of him, wanting to know everything about him but accepting and appreciating the pieces I was getting.
“I lied to myself in order to get through a situation, knowing I would suffer later for not being truthful with myself.”
I laughed. “That’s exactly what I was going to say. You stole my half secret.”
We laughed lightheartedly, but we knew the half secret about lying to himself was about us. We were lying to ourselves about spending this one night together. I was already trying to reconcile in my brain how I would get over him.
He stole away my thoughts with the sensual slide of his hand up my thigh, and I felt him growing hard against my inner thigh slung across his body.
Truth was, any man had the ability to fuck me good, but Tywin was the one who had blown my mind wide open to the point where I knew I’d crave him after this night. Two weeks, two months, or two years later, and the echoes of the orgasms he had blessed me with tonight would still be roaming my body. The hard slaps of his heavy hand against my ass cheeks and his ability to turn every part of me into liquid desire was not something I could ever imagine forgetting.
Being with him was pure sexual meditation in which you became so lost in the moment until you created a whole new you, lived on a new plateau, and experienced sensations that you didn’t even know existed.
I released a long-winded sigh. The way I was thinking and the way he had set me on fire, I believed I was addicted to Tywin. How the hell was I supposed to get him out of my system when he left?
My chiming doorbell had woken me at six-thirty. The first thing I did when consciousness found me was reach for Tywin because I had fallen asleep in his arms. I knew he had to leave, but I had secretly prayed he would stay.
The doorbell chimed again, and the idea that it was him at my door had me up and out of bed in seconds. After throwing on my robe, I sprinted to the door, stubbing my damn toe on the edge of my couch in the process of getting there.
I hopped on one leg, gripping my sore toe against the pain shooting through my foot like bolts of lightning. When I opened the door, the pain in my foot died along with the burst of excitement that had heightened my anticipation.
Instead of Tywin, it was a giant whose imposing presence gave me pause. The height on him, the thick bulk of his body, the long dark beard, and his expressionless blue eyes had me making up stories in my head. He looked like he’d just chopped up a body and stuffed it into his trunk. When a smile crept across his lips, it turned what I thought was a monster, into a big cuddly teddy bear.
“Ms. Davis, my name’s Sam. I’m returning your things,” he said, handing me my purse, clothes, and keys to my car. Spending time with Tywin had made the spa scene appear like it had happened months ago versus the day before.
“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you returning these.”
Sam kept a grin on his face like he knew I was searching for Tywin.
“If you need anything, please use the burner Tywin gave you.”
I nodded and Sam returned one before he turned and walked away. Although disappointed, I’d known better than to get involved with a Vallin, a member of the syndicate, and a man who had clearly put his intentions out there. But, Lord, help me, I was not sorry and would have taken one night with Tywin over a year with any other man.
Would anyone else ever be able to spark the relentless passion and light a fire in me the way he had?
8
Patrena
A week later…
A smile came easy at the thought