what she was doing when she started, but the hard bulge pressing between her legs now sent shivers through her. This wasn't the laughing, charming Tyler leaning over her now. This was the Tyler who had taken her that first time. She didn't know what to expect from this Tyler.
He still had his trousers and boots on, but his tattered shirt had been discarded to the floor. Up close, the golden-brown breadth of his chest held her fascinated, but he wasn't allowing her to touch. She wriggled in frustration as he bent to draw one breast into his mouth.
There wasn't any reasoning after that. Evie cried out her ecstasy at the touch of Tyler's tongue, and he moved to cover her mouth with his kisses. His tongue plundered and invaded, and she pushed herself upward to better take him. His hand loosened its grip on hers, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, grabbing it by the roots and holding him in place until both their mouths were bruised and hurting.
His hands closed over her breasts, molding them, driving her wild until he turned his mouth to suckling at them. Alternately weeping and moaning, Evie dug her fingers into Tyler's ribs and tried to force him away or force him closer. She finally found his trouser buttons and began tearing at them recklessly.
Her frantic fingers decimated what remained of Tyler's control. Ripping at the heavy cloth, he pulled the flap open until he felt the freedom of release. To his shock, she grabbed him, but not for long. His hand had already untied the opening in her pantalets, and he spread her legs wide to position her. All other thoughts fled as he felt her lift her hips to welcome him and tasted her moistness with his fingertips. There was only one place he wanted to be, and he was almost there.
Evie cried out as Tyler entered her, but he was too far gone to hold back now. Cupping her bottom, he drew her roughly against him until he was situated as deeply as he could go. Then he pulled back and repeated the motion until she was writhing and screaming beneath him, just the way he wanted her to be.
And then she was exploding around him, her muscles tensing and holding him captive and milking him until he could hold back no longer. With a curse and a sigh of relief, Tyler buried himself and his demons deep within her.
Chapter 30
"I'm sorry, Evie," Tyler whispered, spreading her hair across the mattress with his fingers before kissing her cheek and reluctantly getting up. He surveyed the destruction of the room and ran his hand through his own hair in a gesture of confusion and dismay.
Becoming aware of her wanton position, Evie gingerly sat up and pulled the bedcover around her. Still shaken by the riot of emotions Tyler had set loose, she could only watch as he visibly pulled himself together.
"Sorry for what?" she murmured. She felt odd, as if everything she had thought she was had disappeared, replaced by some stranger.
Tyler's expression was wry as he faced her. She looked deliciously rumpled with her chestnut curls tumbling down over partially bared breasts and her lovely face wearing a dazed look that made him want to tumble her again, this time with a whole lot more tenderness. He resisted pulling her out of the bed and taking her in his arms.
He gestured with his hand instead. "Stop a minute and listen."
Totally attuned to Tyler, Evie had ignored their surroundings. At his words, she took the time to realize where they were and what they had done. It was the middle of the day and half the town had seen her coming up here. She could hear voices down the hall. She heard footsteps in the room above this one. She heard someone coughing. Slowly, a flush rose to her cheeks.
Seeing that hint of color, Tyler shoved his hands in his pockets and walked to the window. "We weren't exactly quiet," he mentioned, as if she needed to be reminded.
"I'm sorry," Evie whispered. She flushed even deeper as a vague memory of how loud she had been came to her.
Tyler swung around, and a bit of his usual grin clung to his lips. "Don't be. I like knowing I'm appreciated. And with you, I know it's no act. You don't know how good that makes a man feel."
Evie buried her cheeks in the bedcover, but she smiled back. Tyler couldn't