“Don’t,” she whispered.
He hesitated, dropped his head near her ear. “My way, Del.”
Then Tyler nipped at her lobe with his teeth. A shiver wound through her, all the way to her toes.
She didn’t get in another breath before Tyler’s lips took hers, at first hungry but searching, as if testing his reception. The past, his long list of conquests, the pain between them—all instantly obliterated in the comfort of his solid embrace. His aching familiarity. His seductive kiss. There was no way she could stop the welcome bubbling inside her. Her lips turned pliant, yearning.
An instant later, Tyler groaned, bulldozing his way into her mouth. His heat crashed over her, inside her, surging low in her belly—then spearing deep between her thighs. The warmth of his breath as he seized her mouth and shoved her lips farther apart with his own burned her up. His arms twisted around her body, jacking her tight against the inferno of his taut muscles and steely cock.
She gasped into his mouth. He went deeper, even as his palm worked under her shirt, branding the suddenly feverish skin of her back, holding her against him without a breath of air between them.
Without conscious thought, she whimpered, her body melting into his, hands fisting his T-shirt, then clutching his shoulders to drag him closer. She opened wider for the hot thrust of his kiss. Needed it. Tyler gave it to her, then grabbed her thigh in one hand, slung it over his hip, and pressed harder against the needy flesh throbbing between her legs. She moaned.
Then Del caught herself.
No, no, no . . . Please let the response shimmering inside her be like a mirage on a hot highway, glimmering with promise. Not real.
Because if it was, she was in a whole world of trouble.
But it felt all too genuine, too intense. It had been so long since she’d experienced the tug and pull of attraction, that agonizing want making her sink against a man’s body.
Now wasn’t the time to be distracted. Her life—and her son’s—were on the line.
Delaney tore her lips from his and turned her head away. She’d love to push him aside and tell him that he didn’t affect her in the least. But her trembling and panting were dead giveaways, along with her heart galloping madly in her chest. Tyler wasn’t stupid or blind. His stare was all over her, weighty and scorching, cataloging her reactions. Her breath hitched at the thought. Her only consolation was that he was breathing hard, too.
Don’t let him kiss me again. If he laid his lips on her now, she’d be toast.
Gently, he tucked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “Del?”
What the hell did he want her to say? Was he looking for permission to continue?
She shook her head. “Don’t do that again.”
A muscle in his jaw ticced. “Why did you come to me? Honestly.”
“I had nowhere else to turn. Please don’t make me regret it. Just . . . watch Seth for me. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
With that, she twisted out from beneath the solid warmth of his body and turned, yanking frantically at the doorknob. Damn it, she had to get free before she did something with Tyler that she’d regret.
With a low curse, he stepped back and let her go. Then she was in the hall, running toward the guest room as if she was on fire.
Because she was, and Tyler had done that to her with a single kiss. Del had no illusions; he’d let her leave his bedroom because he’d chosen to. If he ever decided to put his hands on her again, chances were he wouldn’t release her until they were both utterly sated—because she feared that she wouldn’t be able to find the willpower to say no.
***
WHAT the hell was going through his head? Tyler winced. He knew the answer to that question, and it wasn’t G-rated. Damn it, Delaney flipped his switch in a way it hadn’t been turned on in forever. Why was it that one reluctant kiss from her had been better than any blow job he’d gotten from Alyssa’s girls? It was more than the addicting flavor of her kiss, more than the feel of her pu**y against his denim-covered cock, getting hotter with each second.
As he watched Del’s sweet little ass sway down the hall while she sprinted back to safety, he started asking himself some hard questions. Why had he kissed a woman who’d said “no”? For the same reason her quick little breaths and hungry eyes got to him. He wanted her—bad. Beyond sense. Beyond scruples. After he’d gotten over the initial shock of seeing her at his door and knowing that he’d fathered a son on her, desire had settled in, vicious and unrelenting.
Why?
He didn’t want to delve too hard for the answer.
His dick couldn’t seem to think past the fact that he’d pinned her against his bedroom door and felt every inch of her soft body against him, her shy little tongue touching his before retreating, her pert ni**les hardening against his chest. And Jesus, those little gasps and whimpers? He groaned and swiped a hand across his face.
If this had been strictly about desire, he’d be okay. He’d rip his jeans off, take himself in hand, and settle matters quick. He’d done it many times in his life. But right now, his own hand wasn’t going to do a damn thing to cool the throbbing settling deep in his cock. It wanted to f**k. Hard. Now. Until he was exhausted. And no one except Delaney would do.
Wasn’t that a bitch?