Slowly, she arched up, offering herself to him so beautifully.
“Fuck, yes.”
Keeping her wrists pinned, he slid down her body until his lips hovered right over one of her ni**les. Rosy brown, plump, puckered. Her clean feminine scent was strong here, and he inhaled. That hint of sunlit cotton on her skin, along with musky female, drugged him.
He could have started gently, kissed the side of her breast, tongued its swell. Fuck, no. He opened his mouth over her nipple, sucking it in fiercely, pressing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth before nipping at it with his teeth.
Del gasped. “Tyler . . .”
In her voice, he heard surprise and pleasure. That was green light enough for him. He did it again, swirling his tongue around the luscious tip, toying, torturing, swelling it. Then he pounced on the other and did the same.
Beneath him, she thrashed but didn’t fight his hold. Her little sighs, gasps, and moans went straight to his dick. Her skin flushed; those gorgeous blue eyes were dilating. She liked being manhandled.
That realization ripped away what little restraint he had.
He needed more control, wanted her immobile, where he could do anything and everything he chose. A glance at the headboard had him cursing. Nothing to tie her to there, and he knew from their conversation earlier that she fantasized about it. Those pretty flushed cheeks had proven her denials false.
Tyler had never been much for bondage. He could take it or leave it. Del was different.
Flinging himself to his feet, he prowled around the room, searching, seeking . . . He wrenched open the closet doors and found exactly what he needed.
“Tyler?” Her voice shook.
He grabbed the two aging, overbleached bathrobes the hotel had provided from the closet, then tossed aside the hangers. As he dropped the garments on the bed next to her, Del frowned.
Yeah, she didn’t get it. But she was going to real quick.
With impatient hands, he tore into the first robe, pulling the tie completely free from the garment. He did the same to the second.
Let the fun begin.
He gripped the two terry-cloth strips in his hand and stalked closer. Del’s pretty eyes grew round.
“W-what are you going to do?”
Tyler might think she was nervous if her ni**les hadn’t gotten harder.
He just smiled and tore through the snap and zipper of her capri pants, then shoved them down her thighs. She wore a little blue thong with a small, silky bow right above her pu**y. The cotton was faded and comfortable and damn near transparent.
Enough to see that she was bare and lovely.
“Take them off for me or I’ll rip them. Your choice.”
She blinked, hesitated. “What’s going on?”
“Not quick enough.” He grabbed the little panties in his tight fists.
“Wait!” On wobbly legs, she stood. He didn’t give her a spare inch of space, but kept her wedged between him and the bed as she lowered the thong down her hips.
Tyler took over, forcing them past her thighs, to the ground. Then he threw them across the room, thinking that they really belonged in the trash. Damn things had been in his way. He was beginning to see that they’d always be an unwanted barrier between him and—he looked down and lost his mind, staring at Del’s perfectly bare pu**y.
God, he couldn’t wait to have that.
He guided her back to the bed. “Give me your wrist.”
Slowly, warily, she extended it to him. She wasn’t exactly sure what he was up to, but she trusted him, and it was beautiful. Suddenly, he began to understand Jack’s, Hunter’s, and Logan’s quest to push their wives’ boundaries. It wasn’t just to please them, but to know how fully those vibrant women would surrender because they loved and believed in their men. The push-pull he felt now only seemed to reinforce his bond with Delaney.
Tyler wanted more.