Page 36 of Be With Me

Chapter 12

Ailee

“Do you like it?”

I didn’t know if Tyler was talking about the music or his kiss. Either way, the answer was the same. “Yes.”

He smiled, and our eyes connected. He was barely touching me, and yet heat flared between us that rivaled the flame of the candle. Somehow, we’d gone from goofing off like a couple of kids to being on the verge of spontaneous combustion if I didn’t get his clothes off. And soon.

“Dance with me.”

It wasn’t a request.

I allowed him to guide me out of my chair and out to the cleared space in front of the stage. One other couple was already there, swaying to the sultry beat of the music. Tyler took me into his arms, pulling me tight against his hard body, and wrapped one arm around my waist. I placed one hand on his shoulder, the other entwined with his against his chest.

He was a good dancer, and he sang softly to me as we moved around the floor in tempo to the beat. I was lost. Lost in the music. Lost in the words. Lost in his smell.

Lost in Tyler.

And for once, I let it happen. I didn’t think about the other people there, and what they might be thinking of the two of us together. I doubted anyone was paying attention anyway, not with the show the band was putting on. They didn’t jump around the stage, didn’t try to work up the crowd. They didn’t have to. They were completely mesmerizing because you could hear and feel their pain and passion within the music. And the singer not only had an incredible voice, but an almost inhuman charisma. From the moment they’d started playing, I’d felt as though I were intruding on something very private and very personal.

On the dance floor with Tyler, with his voice harmonizing with the lead singer’s in my ear and the music pulsing through my blood, I felt part of it all. With each note, every painful moment of my life came bubbling to the surface, every passion I kept firmly sequestered, every fantasy I was always too afraid to make a reality. I was living it all. Here.

With Tyler.

We danced for two more songs. By the end of it, my pulse was pounding, and I was nearly moaning with need every time Tyler’s muscular leg slid between mine as we stepped in time around the floor. He adjusted his hold on me slightly, and I did moan a little that time when my breasts pressed against his chest. I wanted our dance to go on forever, and at the same time, I couldn’t wait for it to release me from its lustful hold.

“Let’s get out of here.” Tyler searched my eyes in between songs.

I didn’t even stop to think about it. “Okay.”

Grabbing my hand, we went by the table and both grabbed our wine glasses, finishing off what was left. I didn’t know about him, but I needed the courage. Tyler threw some cash on the table, grabbed both our coats, and dragged me behind him as he pulled me from the ballroom and out of the casino.

A light rain had started up again, but neither one of us paused. He didn’t take me to the place the bus would stop, but around the side of the building. Once out of sight, he threw my jacket around my shoulders and pressed me against the wall. I groaned as he took my mouth, our teeth and tongues clashing. When that wasn’t enough, I raised up on my toes, slid my hands down to his narrow hips, and pulled him closer to my aching core.

Bending his knees, he rolled his hips into mine, and we both moaned when his hard length rubbed against me.

Of their own accord, my hands slid beneath his shirt to the warm skin beneath. Hard muscle met my palms, tightening everywhere I touched. I wanted to feel every inch of him, taste every inch of him, and with that thought in mind, I reached to undo his jeans.

“Ailee.” He moaned my name. “Ah, God. Let me take you somewhere less public.”

I completely agreed with that plan. But first, I slid my hand down the front of his jeans and…holy shit. I found him, and he slid into my palm perfectly. He was soft and hard and thick. So hard. Moisture dripped from the tip, and I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

Tyler’s hands were on my breasts over my sweater and his lips were on my neck. Kissing. Biting. Working me up. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the music, or both, but I was bound and determined to have this man. Tonight. Right now. Consequences be damned. I’d bemoan my slutty actions to Stef’s perky ears tomorrow over mimosas.

With my free hand, I pushed on his chest until he took a step back. Cold rain hit my face and neck, cooling my already damp skin.

Tyler blinked hard, confusion marring his features until I pushed the flaps of his jeans open more and pulled him completely free. He pulsed in my hand, thick and hot, and his eyes widened when he realized what I meant to do.

Though my heart was pounding with more than lust, I ignored the voice in my head asking me what the hell I was doing and took him into my mouth. He was salty sweet and burning hot, his hands tight in my hair even as he tried to tell me to stop before someone saw us.

I scraped my teeth lightly along his length, and his hips bucked forward, sending him deeper into my mouth. Closing my lips around him, I reveled in the power flowing through me. I never knew it would feel this way, this empowering, to do this act to a man. I’d never done it to my husband. I’d never had the desire and he’d never asked. Sex with him had been lukewarm at best. Just the basics.

Sex with Tyler was volcanic.

And we hadn’t even gotten to the good part, yet.

“Ailee, you need to stop. Please.” He moaned as he thrust into my mouth one more time before he tightened his hold on my head and pulled me away. I tried to shake him off, but he was having none of it. “That feels so fucking good, Ailee.” The words were staggered around hard breaths. “You have no fucking idea, but I’m not coming in your mouth outside a casino in the rain.”

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