Promise Me, page 15
"You're ruining my surprise," he says.
My brow furrows in confusion before he turns completely around and comes over to where I'm sitting. He swivels my seat and positions himself in between my legs and starts to kiss my neck.
"How am I supposed to make you breakfast in bed if you don't stay in bed?"
"Oh, I didn't know," I stammer as his hands run up my bare thighs until he reaches my hips and freezes.
"You're not wearing anything underneath this shirt, are you," he whispers and runs his nose along my jaw.
I shake my head and shift in my seat while he grips my hips tighter.
"We'll eat first, but after that, I cannot be held liable for my actions," he warns and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
When he lifts his head he flashes me that sexy grin of his that makes me blush. "Both."
Turning my seat back around as visions of what "both" could be dance around my head like sugar plums, he goes back to preparing our breakfast. When he's done he places a stack of fluffy pancakes in front of me and takes the empty seat to my left with a plate of his own. Grabbing the maple syrup that he had previously left on the counter, I pour an obscene amount over mine and hear him laughing at my side.
"What's so funny?"
He has a forkful of pancakes perched just in front of his mouth still laughing at me. "Nothing at all. It's just I've never seen anyone pour that much syrup over their pancakes."
"Well, what can I say? I like mine sticky sweet."
He takes another bite of food and says, "Didn't peg you for a Def Leppard fan."
Now it's my turn to laugh. "Very funny, and I hate to disappoint you but no, I'm not a fan of Def Leppard. Are you?"
"Not particularly. The hair band scene was kind of before my time."
"Well then, who's your favorite band?"
"The Black Keys. You?"
"The Strokes."
"Who's your favorite singer?"
"Johnny Cash. You?"
"Alicia Keys."
"Favorite color?"
"Black."
"I'm sensing a theme here, Tyler."
He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders while taking another bite of his pancakes. "What can I say? I'm pretty easy to please."
I take a sip of my orange juice before diving back in with the questions. "Favorite movie?"
"Hmmm, that's a tough one for me."
"Don't you dare say Black Hawk Dawn or Pitch Black."
He laughs for a second or two before finally answering. "Okay, okay, if I had to pick, I'm going with The Departed."
"Good choice."
"Thanks. How about you?"
"Godfather Part Two."
"Really?"
"Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Figured you pick something more, I don't know… girlie."
"I don't know if I should be insulted that I've surprised you with that tidbit of information."
Tyler reaches over to swipe his thumb across the corner of my lips and then brings it to his mouth. "You had some syrup there."
Whatever the hell we were talking about before is completely forgotten while I watch him suck gently on his thumb. The air grows thick around us and suddenly I'm not that hungry anymore.
"That was so delicious, thank you."
He winks at me then grabs my plate and goes to rinse it in the sink. With his back to me he asks if I have to be home by a specific time. I remember that I did promise my parents I would have dinner with them on my last night here so I have to shoot for six o'clock, the latest. He turns off the water and glances over at the clock on the microwave before he turns around and leans against the counter.
"That gives us just over six hours," he says with an impish grin while tossing a dishtowel on the counter. "Anything you have mind?"
He crosses his arms against his chest and tilts his head slightly while I slide off the stool and come around the island to lean opposite him. I'm not comfortable with being this forward with my actions or words, especially with someone of the opposite sex; my lowly track record speaks for itself. But where he's concerned, I can't help it. There is no denying the feelings I have for him both emotionally and physically. I want and need more of him in every way possible and I only have six hours left with him, so I intend to not waste another minute of it.
I hop onto the counter and with my index finger, beckon him to me. His eyes flash with mischief and the side of his mouth curls up as he drops his arms from his chest and takes two steps towards me.
"There is one thing I think I'd like to do," I announce innocently.
Tyler starts to graze his lips against my neck while my hands run up and down his arms. Pausing briefly from his current task, he says, "Name it."
I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. I take a deep breath and then exhale as I let the words tumble out at the same time, "I want to take a shower with you."
Phew, they're out and I didn't spontaneously combust from embarrassment. He exhales sharply against my skin and lifts his head to look at me with such intensity that I feel like I might burst.
Without saying another word, he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me down the hall. He puts me down on the bathroom counter and grabs my face in his hands to kiss me until I'm almost out of breath, then steps back and goes to turn on the shower water. As steam starts to loom around us, he comes back and takes my hands in his to help me down. Trying to keep the upper hand in this, I pull his shirt off of me and I swear I think I see his nostrils flare when I brush past him to make my way into the shower. All the while his eyes are running up and down my body so intently that it feels as if my skin is ablaze.
Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water rain over me for a few seconds until I feel Tyler's hands grab my waist from behind. He presses into my body and lowers his mouth to my neck to nibble as I close my eyes and drop my head back onto his chest. The feeling of his hands moving up and down my curves while we stand underneath the water is a heady mixture. So much so, that it makes me slightly unsteady on my feet. I bring my hand up and grip his hair as he gently scrapes his teeth against the sensitive spot just below my ear then follows with a light kiss there.
"Stay right there," he whispers.
I open my eyes at the loss of one of his hands to see him reach for the shampoo bottle in the caddy underneath the shower head in front of me. For the next few blissful moments, he washes my hair, careful not to get any suds in my eyes in the process. Once he finishes, he turns me around and dips my head under the hot stream of water to rinse. Tyler seems satisfied that all the shampoo has been washed out and takes a step back. I look up at him and then down his body as the water sluices over his muscular frame. He takes a second to run his hands through his soaked hair and I lick my lips at the sight. I go to reach for the shampoo, thinking that I should return the favor but he grabs my hand instead.
Tyler's voice is severely thick when he says, "I'm not done with you yet."
His lust filled eyes never leave mine when he reaches behind me to grab the soap and begins to bring it to lather in his hands. He takes his time running his soap filled hands over every inch of my body until they grip my hips again. I don't think I could ever get tired of feeling him want me so much to the point of possessiveness. The way his hands tighten against my skin, the way his eyes take in every inch of me; it turns me on even more than I thought possible.
As the water rushes over me and washes away the soap, I feel his mouth begin to kiss my neck, trailing his way up to my lips. My hands grip onto his shoulders when he nudges me until my back comes in contact with the tiled wall. It feels like I'm leaning against a glacier for a moment but I don't care. I love this side of him. I love that he can't control himself where I'm concerned. I see it in his eyes even before he acts on it and it's a powerful feeling, one that I've become addicted to. His eyes darken when I lean back, silently asking for more. He groans when his mouth follows a trail of running water down my chest and takes a nipple into his mouth while his other hand dips lower and begins to stroke me in an excruciatingly slow motion.
My body is on the verge of splitting in two when he lightly kicks my leg open and wraps one leg around him to position himself at my entrance. Tyler kisses and licks his way up from the hollow of my throat to my mouth where he captures my bottom lip with his. I'm so caught up in the moment that I briefly forget I'm not on any form of birth control and have to stop before this goes too far.
"Tyler," I barely get out between moaning from the sensation of his erection rubbing against me, and his lips running across my jaw, "I'm sorry but I'm not on the pill."
When he lifts his eyes to mine he doesn't look as disappointed as I am about this news. It scares me a little that I am willing to throw away my standards for a second but the idea of feeling him… all of him, is exciting. Instead, he reaches over with one hand to shut off the water pouring over us. Before I know it, he lifts me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him. When he opens the shower door, I'm thinking he's going to put me down and grab a towel for each of us, but he keeps right on walking out the door and towards his bedroom.
"What are you doing, we're soaking wet," I screech in surprise.
Even though I'm a bit shocked by what he's doing, I have to admit that it does ratchet up my need for him to a whole other level. He doesn't say a word though when we reach his bed and he tosses me onto it. I land on my back in dead center of it and he reaches over to his nightstand to grab a condom. My eyes take in his gorgeous body dripping in water while he puts it on and all thoughts or concerns of ruining his sheets fly out the window like yesterday's news. He kneels in between my legs and enters me immediately before bending over my body to take my breast into his mouth again. The fact that he can't wait any longer and isn't being too gentle about it makes it even better. My hands clamp down onto his forearms and he raises his eyes to mine. The look of raw need so obvious in them that my head feels like it might spiral right off my shoulders.
He brings his mouth to mine but doesn't kiss me. "Am I hurting you?"
In my head the answer is no, but my breathing is so out of whack that I simply shake my head.
A wicked smile spreads across his face while he keeps his lips steady over mine. My neck arches when he twists my hair around his hand and pulls back roughly as our wet bodies slide against one another. His thrusts come harder and faster and it's almost too much yet absolute perfection when my body reaches its peak quickly in response to him and he follows shortly thereafter.
I keep my eyes closed and feel his thumb run along my bottom lip. "Are you still worried about the sheets?"
They flutter open while Tyler's mouth glides against my neck and I say completely out of breath, "Fuck the sheets."
I must be in the middle of a really good dream. That's how I feel as I watch Tyler start to get ready for work while I sit on his bed wrapped in a towel after taking another shower, both of us trying to prolong the inevitable. We spent the last few hours lounging on his bed where I think he kissed every single spot on my body like he was trying to commit each piece to memory. We talked, cuddled, ate, and made love until it was painfully obvious that we had to get moving.
Watching him move around his bedroom, I'm not even trying to hide the fact that I'm staring at him. My mind starts to replay the last time we were together in his bed a short while ago... something happened. Not that the times before weren't earth shattering, but this last time was just different. He made sure that I kept my eyes trained on his as he moved slowly above me, his mouth hovering over mine, swallowing my every breath and vice versa. I thought that I saw something in his eyes, an unspoken promise that made me want to stay in his arms and never leave.
"Are you sure you don't mind giving me a ride to the restaurant?" He asks breaking me out of my thoughts.
During one of our talks this afternoon, he let it slip that he has a motorcycle that he usually keeps in a garage behind his restaurant. Had it not been for our limbs being totally entangled at that moment, I might have fallen off the bed when the hottest mental picture of him on a motorcycle formed in my head.
"You have a motorcycle too?"
"Yup."
He had been busy with the task of kissing his way from my stomach to my collarbone. "Would you like me to take you for a ride?"
The double meaning wasn't lost on me, especially when he flipped me over and had me straddle him.
"I've never been on a bike before. That sounds like fun."
"It is. There really isn't anything like being on a bike on the open road. The possibilities seem limitless."
"Where is it? I mean, I don't remember seeing a bike parked outside?"
It was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on with the conversation when he had his hands roaming my naked torso but I was determined to keep talking.
"I keep it in a storage room behind the restaurant. I try to make time on my days off to ride it, but I usually end up working anyway." At that point, he sat up and started kissing and sucking my breasts. The stubble on his face rubbing against me was so heavenly that I barely got the next sentence out clearly.
"I'd love to see it… and ride it," I said, and ran my fingers through his hair. "I'd bet any amount of money that it's black."
He laughed and reached over to his nightstand before putting a condom on and guided himself inside of me.
"So?" I asked him somewhat out of breath.
Tyler's hands on my hips had stilled as well as my movement. "So, what?"
"Is it black or not?"
His mouth had curved into a mischievous grin before lifting me and pulling me back down onto him hard. I might have cursed at this point, I can't remember… that's how good he made me feel with just that one stroke.
"Baby, do you really want to talk about the color of my bike right now?"
"Nope."
I gripped onto his shoulders then, and started to move on my own while Tyler buried his face in my neck.
"That's my girl."
That was a couple of hours ago, so, in the guise of wanting to give him a chance to ride it, I volunteered to give him a ride to his restaurant. In reality, I was being a little selfish since I wanted to be able to spend as much time with him as possible.
I get up off the bed reluctantly, clutching the towel around me and walk to his closet, where he's currently standing with a towel wrapped around his waist eyeing up his clothes.
"I don't mind at all. It gives me an excuse to spend more time with you," I say to him while leaning against the frame of the closet door.
He turns his head to look me over. His eyes examine me from head to toe in appreciation and the corners of his lips curl up just slightly before he abandons the clothing search and comes to stand before me.
Without even touching me his words envelope me in warmth. "You're making this extremely difficult on me, baby."
I tilt my head and smile at his use of his pet name for me. I was never overly fond of pet names, but coming from him, I never want to hear him call me anything else.
"I'm sorry," I say to him, "I'll go get dressed."
When I shove off the doorframe, he captures my hand and pulls me back to him and starts to kiss me. Mourning the loss of his lips, his eyes search mine longingly for a moment before he speaks.
"I would rather spend the rest of the night here in this bed with you. If I could, I would make it so you wouldn't have to leave tonight or tomorrow for that matter. I wish that I could make those things happen right now more than anything."
Smiling at his words, I get up on my tip toes and brush his lips softly against mine. "I wish you could too."
He kisses me one last time and I let out a contended sigh then set off to get dressed. About a half hour later, I stroll into the living room area to find him thumbing through his cell phone. When I approach him, he lifts his head and looks me over then pockets the phone and asks if I'm ready. I'm too busy ogling him in his black dress pants and charcoal grey button down shirt to vocalize anything, so I just nod.
The drive there doesn't take that long but the whole time I'm dreading the impending goodbye. My stomach is in knots while I steal a quick glance at him sitting in the passenger seat. Since we hadn't discussed anything further than the ride here, I pull up as closely as I can to the restaurant and brace myself. While staring out at the road before me, I see Tyler's hand take one of mine off the steering wheel. I tilt my head to look at him as he's bringing it to his lips and pressing them softly across the backside of my hand. Shifting fully in my seat to face him, he reaches out with his other hand to tuck some hair behind my ear.
"Do you want to come in for a minute?" He asks while stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I hesitate before answering because the tears are right there on the cusp of falling over and would make this goodbye seem like something out of a Lifetime TV movie. The pessimist in me is starting to take over my thoughts on this whole situation. I was fine a few hours ago, but now, the reality of the distance that will be between us is disheartening. I take a quick gulp of air to keep it in check and say yes.
"What's the matter?" He asks.
"Us."
He eyes me warily as his body stiffens slightly. "What about us?"
It takes me a second or two, but I finally admit it. "I don't want to go."
"Then don't."
Is he serious? Didn't he just tell me the other night that he doesn't really do relationships? I stay silent while my heart battles the logical thoughts that keep me from just saying okay to him. God knows I want to, more than anything, but eventually the logical wins out. Even if he was joking about not leaving, which I can't tell if he was or not, I tread carefully in my response.
"These have been the best few days of my life, Tyler. But, it's not that easy... I wish it was, but it isn't. My whole life is there. I can't just pick up and leave after three days. Everyone will think I'm nuts... that we're nuts. I mean, this is nuts... well it's not, sort of, but still. And..."
I stop talking when his finger presses against my lips cutting me off.
"Baby, this isn't nuts, but I get it." He sighs heavily keeping a watchful eye on me at the same time.
My brow furrows in confusion before he turns completely around and comes over to where I'm sitting. He swivels my seat and positions himself in between my legs and starts to kiss my neck.
"How am I supposed to make you breakfast in bed if you don't stay in bed?"
"Oh, I didn't know," I stammer as his hands run up my bare thighs until he reaches my hips and freezes.
"You're not wearing anything underneath this shirt, are you," he whispers and runs his nose along my jaw.
I shake my head and shift in my seat while he grips my hips tighter.
"We'll eat first, but after that, I cannot be held liable for my actions," he warns and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
When he lifts his head he flashes me that sexy grin of his that makes me blush. "Both."
Turning my seat back around as visions of what "both" could be dance around my head like sugar plums, he goes back to preparing our breakfast. When he's done he places a stack of fluffy pancakes in front of me and takes the empty seat to my left with a plate of his own. Grabbing the maple syrup that he had previously left on the counter, I pour an obscene amount over mine and hear him laughing at my side.
"What's so funny?"
He has a forkful of pancakes perched just in front of his mouth still laughing at me. "Nothing at all. It's just I've never seen anyone pour that much syrup over their pancakes."
"Well, what can I say? I like mine sticky sweet."
He takes another bite of food and says, "Didn't peg you for a Def Leppard fan."
Now it's my turn to laugh. "Very funny, and I hate to disappoint you but no, I'm not a fan of Def Leppard. Are you?"
"Not particularly. The hair band scene was kind of before my time."
"Well then, who's your favorite band?"
"The Black Keys. You?"
"The Strokes."
"Who's your favorite singer?"
"Johnny Cash. You?"
"Alicia Keys."
"Favorite color?"
"Black."
"I'm sensing a theme here, Tyler."
He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders while taking another bite of his pancakes. "What can I say? I'm pretty easy to please."
I take a sip of my orange juice before diving back in with the questions. "Favorite movie?"
"Hmmm, that's a tough one for me."
"Don't you dare say Black Hawk Dawn or Pitch Black."
He laughs for a second or two before finally answering. "Okay, okay, if I had to pick, I'm going with The Departed."
"Good choice."
"Thanks. How about you?"
"Godfather Part Two."
"Really?"
"Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Figured you pick something more, I don't know… girlie."
"I don't know if I should be insulted that I've surprised you with that tidbit of information."
Tyler reaches over to swipe his thumb across the corner of my lips and then brings it to his mouth. "You had some syrup there."
Whatever the hell we were talking about before is completely forgotten while I watch him suck gently on his thumb. The air grows thick around us and suddenly I'm not that hungry anymore.
"That was so delicious, thank you."
He winks at me then grabs my plate and goes to rinse it in the sink. With his back to me he asks if I have to be home by a specific time. I remember that I did promise my parents I would have dinner with them on my last night here so I have to shoot for six o'clock, the latest. He turns off the water and glances over at the clock on the microwave before he turns around and leans against the counter.
"That gives us just over six hours," he says with an impish grin while tossing a dishtowel on the counter. "Anything you have mind?"
He crosses his arms against his chest and tilts his head slightly while I slide off the stool and come around the island to lean opposite him. I'm not comfortable with being this forward with my actions or words, especially with someone of the opposite sex; my lowly track record speaks for itself. But where he's concerned, I can't help it. There is no denying the feelings I have for him both emotionally and physically. I want and need more of him in every way possible and I only have six hours left with him, so I intend to not waste another minute of it.
I hop onto the counter and with my index finger, beckon him to me. His eyes flash with mischief and the side of his mouth curls up as he drops his arms from his chest and takes two steps towards me.
"There is one thing I think I'd like to do," I announce innocently.
Tyler starts to graze his lips against my neck while my hands run up and down his arms. Pausing briefly from his current task, he says, "Name it."
I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. I take a deep breath and then exhale as I let the words tumble out at the same time, "I want to take a shower with you."
Phew, they're out and I didn't spontaneously combust from embarrassment. He exhales sharply against my skin and lifts his head to look at me with such intensity that I feel like I might burst.
Without saying another word, he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me down the hall. He puts me down on the bathroom counter and grabs my face in his hands to kiss me until I'm almost out of breath, then steps back and goes to turn on the shower water. As steam starts to loom around us, he comes back and takes my hands in his to help me down. Trying to keep the upper hand in this, I pull his shirt off of me and I swear I think I see his nostrils flare when I brush past him to make my way into the shower. All the while his eyes are running up and down my body so intently that it feels as if my skin is ablaze.
Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water rain over me for a few seconds until I feel Tyler's hands grab my waist from behind. He presses into my body and lowers his mouth to my neck to nibble as I close my eyes and drop my head back onto his chest. The feeling of his hands moving up and down my curves while we stand underneath the water is a heady mixture. So much so, that it makes me slightly unsteady on my feet. I bring my hand up and grip his hair as he gently scrapes his teeth against the sensitive spot just below my ear then follows with a light kiss there.
"Stay right there," he whispers.
I open my eyes at the loss of one of his hands to see him reach for the shampoo bottle in the caddy underneath the shower head in front of me. For the next few blissful moments, he washes my hair, careful not to get any suds in my eyes in the process. Once he finishes, he turns me around and dips my head under the hot stream of water to rinse. Tyler seems satisfied that all the shampoo has been washed out and takes a step back. I look up at him and then down his body as the water sluices over his muscular frame. He takes a second to run his hands through his soaked hair and I lick my lips at the sight. I go to reach for the shampoo, thinking that I should return the favor but he grabs my hand instead.
Tyler's voice is severely thick when he says, "I'm not done with you yet."
His lust filled eyes never leave mine when he reaches behind me to grab the soap and begins to bring it to lather in his hands. He takes his time running his soap filled hands over every inch of my body until they grip my hips again. I don't think I could ever get tired of feeling him want me so much to the point of possessiveness. The way his hands tighten against my skin, the way his eyes take in every inch of me; it turns me on even more than I thought possible.
As the water rushes over me and washes away the soap, I feel his mouth begin to kiss my neck, trailing his way up to my lips. My hands grip onto his shoulders when he nudges me until my back comes in contact with the tiled wall. It feels like I'm leaning against a glacier for a moment but I don't care. I love this side of him. I love that he can't control himself where I'm concerned. I see it in his eyes even before he acts on it and it's a powerful feeling, one that I've become addicted to. His eyes darken when I lean back, silently asking for more. He groans when his mouth follows a trail of running water down my chest and takes a nipple into his mouth while his other hand dips lower and begins to stroke me in an excruciatingly slow motion.
My body is on the verge of splitting in two when he lightly kicks my leg open and wraps one leg around him to position himself at my entrance. Tyler kisses and licks his way up from the hollow of my throat to my mouth where he captures my bottom lip with his. I'm so caught up in the moment that I briefly forget I'm not on any form of birth control and have to stop before this goes too far.
"Tyler," I barely get out between moaning from the sensation of his erection rubbing against me, and his lips running across my jaw, "I'm sorry but I'm not on the pill."
When he lifts his eyes to mine he doesn't look as disappointed as I am about this news. It scares me a little that I am willing to throw away my standards for a second but the idea of feeling him… all of him, is exciting. Instead, he reaches over with one hand to shut off the water pouring over us. Before I know it, he lifts me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him. When he opens the shower door, I'm thinking he's going to put me down and grab a towel for each of us, but he keeps right on walking out the door and towards his bedroom.
"What are you doing, we're soaking wet," I screech in surprise.
Even though I'm a bit shocked by what he's doing, I have to admit that it does ratchet up my need for him to a whole other level. He doesn't say a word though when we reach his bed and he tosses me onto it. I land on my back in dead center of it and he reaches over to his nightstand to grab a condom. My eyes take in his gorgeous body dripping in water while he puts it on and all thoughts or concerns of ruining his sheets fly out the window like yesterday's news. He kneels in between my legs and enters me immediately before bending over my body to take my breast into his mouth again. The fact that he can't wait any longer and isn't being too gentle about it makes it even better. My hands clamp down onto his forearms and he raises his eyes to mine. The look of raw need so obvious in them that my head feels like it might spiral right off my shoulders.
He brings his mouth to mine but doesn't kiss me. "Am I hurting you?"
In my head the answer is no, but my breathing is so out of whack that I simply shake my head.
A wicked smile spreads across his face while he keeps his lips steady over mine. My neck arches when he twists my hair around his hand and pulls back roughly as our wet bodies slide against one another. His thrusts come harder and faster and it's almost too much yet absolute perfection when my body reaches its peak quickly in response to him and he follows shortly thereafter.
I keep my eyes closed and feel his thumb run along my bottom lip. "Are you still worried about the sheets?"
They flutter open while Tyler's mouth glides against my neck and I say completely out of breath, "Fuck the sheets."
I must be in the middle of a really good dream. That's how I feel as I watch Tyler start to get ready for work while I sit on his bed wrapped in a towel after taking another shower, both of us trying to prolong the inevitable. We spent the last few hours lounging on his bed where I think he kissed every single spot on my body like he was trying to commit each piece to memory. We talked, cuddled, ate, and made love until it was painfully obvious that we had to get moving.
Watching him move around his bedroom, I'm not even trying to hide the fact that I'm staring at him. My mind starts to replay the last time we were together in his bed a short while ago... something happened. Not that the times before weren't earth shattering, but this last time was just different. He made sure that I kept my eyes trained on his as he moved slowly above me, his mouth hovering over mine, swallowing my every breath and vice versa. I thought that I saw something in his eyes, an unspoken promise that made me want to stay in his arms and never leave.
"Are you sure you don't mind giving me a ride to the restaurant?" He asks breaking me out of my thoughts.
During one of our talks this afternoon, he let it slip that he has a motorcycle that he usually keeps in a garage behind his restaurant. Had it not been for our limbs being totally entangled at that moment, I might have fallen off the bed when the hottest mental picture of him on a motorcycle formed in my head.
"You have a motorcycle too?"
"Yup."
He had been busy with the task of kissing his way from my stomach to my collarbone. "Would you like me to take you for a ride?"
The double meaning wasn't lost on me, especially when he flipped me over and had me straddle him.
"I've never been on a bike before. That sounds like fun."
"It is. There really isn't anything like being on a bike on the open road. The possibilities seem limitless."
"Where is it? I mean, I don't remember seeing a bike parked outside?"
It was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on with the conversation when he had his hands roaming my naked torso but I was determined to keep talking.
"I keep it in a storage room behind the restaurant. I try to make time on my days off to ride it, but I usually end up working anyway." At that point, he sat up and started kissing and sucking my breasts. The stubble on his face rubbing against me was so heavenly that I barely got the next sentence out clearly.
"I'd love to see it… and ride it," I said, and ran my fingers through his hair. "I'd bet any amount of money that it's black."
He laughed and reached over to his nightstand before putting a condom on and guided himself inside of me.
"So?" I asked him somewhat out of breath.
Tyler's hands on my hips had stilled as well as my movement. "So, what?"
"Is it black or not?"
His mouth had curved into a mischievous grin before lifting me and pulling me back down onto him hard. I might have cursed at this point, I can't remember… that's how good he made me feel with just that one stroke.
"Baby, do you really want to talk about the color of my bike right now?"
"Nope."
I gripped onto his shoulders then, and started to move on my own while Tyler buried his face in my neck.
"That's my girl."
That was a couple of hours ago, so, in the guise of wanting to give him a chance to ride it, I volunteered to give him a ride to his restaurant. In reality, I was being a little selfish since I wanted to be able to spend as much time with him as possible.
I get up off the bed reluctantly, clutching the towel around me and walk to his closet, where he's currently standing with a towel wrapped around his waist eyeing up his clothes.
"I don't mind at all. It gives me an excuse to spend more time with you," I say to him while leaning against the frame of the closet door.
He turns his head to look me over. His eyes examine me from head to toe in appreciation and the corners of his lips curl up just slightly before he abandons the clothing search and comes to stand before me.
Without even touching me his words envelope me in warmth. "You're making this extremely difficult on me, baby."
I tilt my head and smile at his use of his pet name for me. I was never overly fond of pet names, but coming from him, I never want to hear him call me anything else.
"I'm sorry," I say to him, "I'll go get dressed."
When I shove off the doorframe, he captures my hand and pulls me back to him and starts to kiss me. Mourning the loss of his lips, his eyes search mine longingly for a moment before he speaks.
"I would rather spend the rest of the night here in this bed with you. If I could, I would make it so you wouldn't have to leave tonight or tomorrow for that matter. I wish that I could make those things happen right now more than anything."
Smiling at his words, I get up on my tip toes and brush his lips softly against mine. "I wish you could too."
He kisses me one last time and I let out a contended sigh then set off to get dressed. About a half hour later, I stroll into the living room area to find him thumbing through his cell phone. When I approach him, he lifts his head and looks me over then pockets the phone and asks if I'm ready. I'm too busy ogling him in his black dress pants and charcoal grey button down shirt to vocalize anything, so I just nod.
The drive there doesn't take that long but the whole time I'm dreading the impending goodbye. My stomach is in knots while I steal a quick glance at him sitting in the passenger seat. Since we hadn't discussed anything further than the ride here, I pull up as closely as I can to the restaurant and brace myself. While staring out at the road before me, I see Tyler's hand take one of mine off the steering wheel. I tilt my head to look at him as he's bringing it to his lips and pressing them softly across the backside of my hand. Shifting fully in my seat to face him, he reaches out with his other hand to tuck some hair behind my ear.
"Do you want to come in for a minute?" He asks while stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I hesitate before answering because the tears are right there on the cusp of falling over and would make this goodbye seem like something out of a Lifetime TV movie. The pessimist in me is starting to take over my thoughts on this whole situation. I was fine a few hours ago, but now, the reality of the distance that will be between us is disheartening. I take a quick gulp of air to keep it in check and say yes.
"What's the matter?" He asks.
"Us."
He eyes me warily as his body stiffens slightly. "What about us?"
It takes me a second or two, but I finally admit it. "I don't want to go."
"Then don't."
Is he serious? Didn't he just tell me the other night that he doesn't really do relationships? I stay silent while my heart battles the logical thoughts that keep me from just saying okay to him. God knows I want to, more than anything, but eventually the logical wins out. Even if he was joking about not leaving, which I can't tell if he was or not, I tread carefully in my response.
"These have been the best few days of my life, Tyler. But, it's not that easy... I wish it was, but it isn't. My whole life is there. I can't just pick up and leave after three days. Everyone will think I'm nuts... that we're nuts. I mean, this is nuts... well it's not, sort of, but still. And..."
I stop talking when his finger presses against my lips cutting me off.
"Baby, this isn't nuts, but I get it." He sighs heavily keeping a watchful eye on me at the same time.
