Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,63
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When he steps into view, at the base of the stoop, my heart lurches painfully. He stares up at me with a guarded expression. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, and that unnerves me. I’ve finally found someone who makes me feel something, and I’m afraid it might be too late. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m scared shitless.
I stand and face him, my hands in my pockets, my heart in my throat. I’m not sure what to say.
I’m sorry I was an ass?
I’m sorry I walked out on you last night?
I have no idea what I’m doing?
I have no idea how to do this. “Hello, Ian.”
He nods, still looking wary. “Tyler. What are you doing here?”
There’s no use beating around the bush, so I plow ahead. “I came to… can we talk?”
His eyes widen a bit in surprise, and I think I caught him off guard. Maybe he assumed I was here on official police business.
“Sure, we can talk,” he says. But he makes no move to climb the steps.
“Inside?” I say, nodding toward the door.
Chapter 23
Ian Alexander
Tyler looked so fucking lost sitting there on my stoop. Seeing him like that, I could have cried. He looked nothing like his usual bossy, opinionated, domineering self. I didn’t know what to think.
I’m trying not to let myself get too excited about why he’s here. Can we talk? That isn’t something cops say when they want to discuss a case or interview a witness. No, this sounds personal. Personal, as in between the two of us.
As I climb the steps, his gaze remains locked on me, wary, unsure. How the hell can this guy be unsure about anything? I’ve never met a more charismatic, dominant personality in my life.
Once I reach the top step, I fish my keys out of my front pocket and unlock the door. He pushes the door open and holds it for me, motioning for me to enter first.
My mind is reeling because I have absolutely no idea why he’s here. He made his feelings known last night. Is he here to lecture me on sexual harassment? Or better yet, arrest me? Charge me with assaulting an officer?
Shit, I shouldn’t have done what I did last night. “I owe you an apology.” I throw that out quickly before he has a chance to say anything.
He shuts the door and throws the dead bolt. His brow furrows in confusion. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
“How about for taking advantage of you last night after you’d just shot and killed a man on my behalf? Does that ring a bell?”
He fights a grin. “Ian, no—”
“I’m sorry for taking advantage of you last night. I was upset. But still, it was a shitty thing to do.”
Looking bewildered, Tyler shakes his head. “Ian, I’m the one who’s sorry.”
“You?” Okay, I’m baffled. I thought he was here to read me the riot act. Now he’s apologizing?
He stands ramrod straight, stiff and uncomfortable. “Yes. For the way I behaved last night. For the way I used you and then walked out. It was inexcusable.”
Tyler looks utterly disgusted with himself, and I can’t help smiling. He’s apologizing for using me? Oh, dear Lord, the sweet fool. “No, Tyler. You didn’t use me. You fucked me—well, you fucked my mouth. I wanted you to. I wanted exactly what you gave me. I pushed you into it. You have nothing to apologize for.”
The look on his face is priceless—a little bit shocked, a little bit surprised, and a whole lot of hopeful. I step closer and take hold of the edges of his jacket so I can pull him closer. I lower my voice. “Baby, you didn’t use me.” I watch his expression shift as my words sink in. “I loved every minute of it.”
“I—” He stops, clearly shaken. “I did, too.”
My chest seizes at his unexpected admission. I never dreamed he’d say anything like that. Maybe there’s still a chance. “Tyler, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you last night.”
I stare at his lips, which part on a quick breath. His nostrils flare, and I’m pretty sure he’s remembering last night and letting himself feel arousal, and it’s such a turn-on. I want a repeat of last night. Hell, I want a whole lot more than what we did last night. I want everything with him.
As I gaze into a pair of eyes reminiscent of a deep Caribbean pool, I’m lost. He’s so beautiful. Midnight-dark hair and beard,