Tyler grabs my hand and makes his way through the crowded kitchen. He pushes through the crowd in the living room and sweat fills my lungs along with the thick scent of cigarettes and even marijuana. Hooking an arm around my waist, Tyler spins me around and my hips brush against his groin. I hear him growl deeply against my ear and I shudder delightfully from both the feel of him against me and the pleasure I know he’s feeling.
For a moment, it seems as if no one else in the room matters. The alcohol is coursing through my system and I could care less about anything else that may be happening outside of my sexy groove. I can feel eyes on us—some envious and some excited—but all of it is a complete blur.
My hips continue to move and Tyler groans again. His fingers curl around my waist as he moves with me. I allow the back of my head to fall against his shoulder and his lips touch my neck. It’s a huge turn on and I quiver as he does it again. His lips trail from my neck to the lobe of my ear and I grip his white T-shirt a little too tightly.
“You are so damn sexy, Natalie,” he mumbles into my ear, his voice deep, husky, and sending a spiral of heat to shoot from my throat and bolt right down to the center of my legs.
In an instant, I’m facing Tyler whose flickering hazel eyes have darkened and pooled with lust. He grips my waist tightly with one hand, his other hand moving down to my ass. My forehead falls against his chest and I breathe his spicy cologne in. “Follow me?” he asks, grabbing my hand and tilting my chin up so I can look at him.
I nod recklessly and he spins around quickly to make his way towards the staircase. I try to keep up but a few giggles burst out of me. I’m beyond excited to do this. I’ve never felt so free in my life . . . well except on the first night I’d met Nolan.
As we clamber up the stairs, that’s when it hits me. That’s when I realize why I’m doing this. The only reason I told Tyler yes in the first place is to get rid of any thoughts of Nolan. I can’t lie and say it isn’t working because it is and I’m glad about it.
Tyler comes to a stop in front of one of the doors and steps in. He flips the light switch on and for some reason it seems as if the music has followed us upstairs. It’s that damn loud. I take in the made up king-sized bed against the wall that’s covered with a gold sheet and comforter along with gold and white pillows. The curtains in front of the windows are gold as well and the carpet is a soft white.
Before I can allow myself to think, Tyler pushes against me and his lips find mine. I groan deeply as he does and his hands move from my waist to my breasts. He cups them and his lips fall down to my neck. My head tilts to the side, wanting to feel it all. The back of my legs bump against the bed and I fall quickly but he climbs on top of me.
“You really are something,” he mumbles against my ear. He kisses me again but this time there is an addition of velvety tongue. He starts to rub against me and there’s no doubt heat and moisture is building up and trickling to my panties. He brings a hand down to slide one of his fingers beneath my lacey panties and I groan as he begins to rub the sensitive flesh between my legs.
“So wet,” he murmurs. He brings his head up to look down at me. “I swear if I didn’t have morals I would fuck you right here. Right now.”
Licking my lips, I ignore all he’s said and pull him against me. I refuse for this night to turn awkward like it did during my first night with Nolan. I want to continue this feeling of being free. “Forget the morals,” I whisper, kissing his neck. I flip him over and he grunts but he doesn’t move as I climb on top of him. His lust-filled eyes watch as my fingers crawl