Seducing Lauren

  “I’m captivated,” he whispers, hooking his thumbs in my panties and pulling them down my hips, letting them drop to the floor. I reach out to touch him, to pull his shorts down, but he grips my hands in his and pulls them up to his lips. “Trust me?”

  “Of course.”

  He grins and cups my face in his hands and pulls me in for a long, deep, wet kiss. His hands push back into my hair, combing through it rhythmically. He has such amazing hands, I just want to purr.

  He softens the kiss, nibbles my lips, and nuzzles his nose against my own. “Lay on the bed, please.”

  I move onto the bed, to the middle, and lie on my back. “Now what?” I ask breathlessly, already so turned on I can barely stand it.

  “Raise your hands over your head.”

  His gray eyes are on fire as they roam over my body. He moves to the head of the bed and pulls a red necktie from the back of a nearby chair, loops it through the iron rungs on my headboard, and ties one hand, then the other, giving me room to move, but not enough to pull my hands down to touch him.

  “I don’t get to touch you?” My body tightens at the sensation of being tied to the bed, at Ty’s mercy, open to his every sexual whim.

  “Not for a little while.” He grins as he tests the restraints on my wrists. “Feel okay?”

  “Yes.” My voice is harsh. Ragged.

  I don’t care.

  Morning light filters in through the blinds on the window, across the bed, across my body, sending shadowed lines over me. Ty walks to the end of the bed and watches me for a long moment, his arms crossed over his chest, gliding his finger over his bottom lip. His biceps are bunched and his stomach is tight, and I want nothing more than for him to take those damn shorts off and join me on this bed.

  “Do you have any idea how much you make me ache?”

  “If it’s anything like the way I’m aching right now, yes.”

  He smirks and circles to the other side of the bed, his eyes still pinned to my body, making me squirm and rub my thighs together to try to ease the ache between my legs.

  “Ty, please touch me.”

  “Oh, I plan to, sweetness. I’m going to touch you all fucking day.”

  My breath catches at his promise. I bite my lip and watch him as he moves onto the bed and kneels between my legs.

  “I love losing myself in you, beautiful. But I realize that I haven’t taken my time to explore you like I’ve been craving. I am going to slowly worship every inch of this amazing body, Lauren. Do you have any issues with that?”

  I shake my head no, entranced in the heat in his eyes.

  Finally, finally, he touches me. His hands settle on my feet and glide up my calves to my knees and my inner thighs, his touch light and soothing.

  “Your skin is so soft.” He plants soft, openmouthed kisses to my inner thighs, working his way higher. I pull on the tie holding my hands, wanting desperately to touch him. “You’re going to have to be patient, baby. This is going to take a while.”

  “You’re trying to kill me.”

  He smiles against my thigh and then bites me gently. “But what a way to go.”

  I chuckle, then moan as his tongue drifts up my inner thigh to my core, making me shudder.

  “God, you’re good at this,” I whisper.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Lo.” He wraps those amazing lips of his around my clit and gently pulls, brushing the tip of his tongue over the nub until I’m writhing, chasing the unbelievable sensation of his mouth on the most sensitive part of me.

  He slides down to my lips and kisses them, then slides his tongue inside me with a rolling motion and pushes his nose against my clit, and I come up off the bed in a wave of sensation.

  His hand settles on my stomach, over my navel, holding me still as he continues to lap at me, his lips dancing over my pussy, making me mad.

  “God, Ty.”

  “Watch me, Lauren.”

  My eyes open and find his as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, his mouth glimmering in my juices.

  “You taste amazing.”

  “Breakfast of champions,” I mutter.

  His eyes smile up at me, then he plunges a finger into my pussy and pulls up against my G-spot, sending me spiraling into a crazy orgasm, pushing my pelvis against his face and pulling on the ties, longing to hold his head against me.

  He kisses each thigh, my smooth pubis, over to my left hip bone.

  “Your body amazes me.” His nose skims over to my belly. He presses a soft, wet kiss to my navel, then raises on an elbow and traces my abs with his fingertip. “Your muscle tone is amazing.”

  I grin down at him as my stomach flinches under his light touch.

  “Ticklish?” He grins.

  “Yes.”

  “Hmm, I’ll have to remember that for later.” He settles on his stomach, his chest at my pelvis, eye-level with my breasts, and he continues to gently caress my skin, trailing a path around my breasts, beneath them, between them.

  My nipples are peaked and screaming for his mouth.

  He lowers his head and sweeps his tongue over one, then the other, leaving them wet. “I love your breasts.”

  “You’re a boob man?”

  “I’m a Lo man.” He chuckles and pulls a tight peak into his mouth, licking and sucking lazily.

  Finally, he climbs up me and kisses my arm, then moves to my mouth, hovering above me, gazing down at me.

  “You’re so beautiful, Lo.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  He settles his lips on mine, and I can still smell and taste myself on his mouth. It just turns me on more. I wrap my legs around his hips, grind my core against his hard erection, still covered by the cotton of his shorts.

  “Please make love to me,” I whisper against him.

  “I will.”

  “I want to touch you.”

  “You will.”

  “Have I mentioned that I’m not a patient person?” I growl.

  He chuckles and unties my hands, kisses me once more before pulling off me completely.

  He effortlessly flips me over. “Hold on to the headboard.”

  I immediately comply, reaching up and gripping tightly on the metal of the bed. Suddenly, Ty is covering me with his body again. Heat is rolling off him. His erection is pressing against my ass.

  He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw this ink.”

  He kisses my shoulder and over to my spine, then kisses all the way down my back, over my tattoo.

  When he reaches the bottom, he starts up again, but this time trailing over the ink with the tip of his tongue. I squirm beneath him, delighting in the feel of the soft sheets against my sensitive breasts and bare pussy, silently begging him to finally slip inside me.

  His hands cup my ass, squeeze, then glide down my thighs before finding my ass once more.

  “Your ass is perfect. Firm, round. It fits flawlessly in my hands.”

  Dear God, his words are as sexy as his body, as the delicious things his hands are doing to me. I’ve never had my body explored so thoroughly.

  “Your back is slender, and with your arms up over your head like this, your muscles are spectacular.”

  I feel him slip his hand down my spine over my bottom, and he pushes his fingers into my pussy again.

  My hips buck, pushing back against his hand, needing to feel him deeper.

  “You like that, baby?” he whispers against my skin.

  “God, yes.”

  I feel him shimmy behind me, pushing his shorts down his thighs and legs, and suddenly he’s blanketing me with his hard body and his bare cock is pressed to my opening.

  He slides in slowly, lazily, until he’s buried balls-deep. I try to pull my knees under me, to lift my ass in the air, but he holds me flat, plants his hands on the cheeks of my butt hard enough to leave handprints for days, and begins to ride me.

  “I can’t hold back any longer, sweetness, I’m sorry.
”

  “God, it feels so good, Ty.”

  His thrusts quicken. His breath is harsh. “Give me one more, Lo. Come with me.”

  I shake my head and push back against him.

  “Yes, Lauren.” He leans down, braces one hand on the bed at my hip, and pushes the other beneath me, between my legs, to circle my clit.

  My toes curl.

  The world shatters around me as I come hard, clenching around him and milking his hard cock with my pussy.

  “Ah, fuck, Lo.” He pushes once, twice, then stills, rocking hard against me as he spills inside me.

  Finally, he kisses me softly, right between my shoulder blades, and pulls away. He pads into the bathroom where I hear water running.

  I love that he always wants to take care of me after he makes love to me.

  “Turn over, beautiful.”

  “I don’t think I can move,” I mutter into the pillows.

  He laughs and lowers my arms to my sides, massaging them firmly, then nudges me onto my back. He brushes my hair off my face and kisses me softly. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “Okay?”

  “So okay.”

  He cleans me up and joins me on the bed, pulling the covers over us both.

  “Ty, it’s late. We should get up.”

  “Rule number one when you’ve been held hostage is you don’t get to make those decisions. You didn’t sleep last night. Get some rest.”

  “You don’t have to stay with me,” I whisper, and settle against him, my head on his chest, arm and leg draped comfortably over him.

  “Well, it looks like I’m trapped.”

  I start to back away, but he pulls me closer. “I’m here, baby. Sleep.”

  Before long, the rise and fall of his chest and his fingers brushing up and down my back lull me to sleep.

  “Bullshit.” Ty’s voice comes from another room, pulling me from sleep. I stretch and glance at the alarm clock, shocked to see it’s after four in the afternoon.

  I slept all day!

  Rain is pounding against the bedroom window and the room is cast in gray, dark because of the storm working its way through.

  “I don’t care if we can’t prove it, Brad.” Ty’s angry. I move from the bed, wrap the sheet around me, and walk down the hallway toward the upstairs living room where Ty is standing before the large picture window, looking out into the storm. He’s dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. He’s barefoot and his hair is still a mess. I lean against the wall, listening shamelessly. “No one else in this world would have done that to her house. A kid would have thrown one rock, not destroyed the whole fucking place.” He listens and pushes his hand through his hair. “I want her place patrolled regularly. This fucker isn’t going to hurt her.”

  Brad must agree because Ty nods. “Good. Thanks, man. Let me know if you hear anything else.”

  Ty hangs up and turns around, then stops short when he sees me. His face softens and he smiles. “You’re awake.”

  I nod and cross to him, wrap my arms around his waist, and lean into him. “How’s Brad?”

  “Grouchy.” Ty laughs and kisses my head while running his hands up and down my back, hugging me tight. “Pissed that we can’t pin the vandalism on Jack.”

  “No proof?”

  “None.” Ty’s voice is thick with frustration. “But the windows will be replaced by Wednesday. Brad was here earlier while you were asleep to check for any other evidence and clear the scene to be cleaned up.”

  “Oh, good. I’ll have to call my pool boy and have him come take care of the pool.”

  “You have a pool boy?” He raises his eyebrows at me and his lips twitch as he tries to hold his laugh in.

  “Of course I do. I have a pool.” I grin and kiss him chastely. “Michael is very thorough.”

  “Do I have to kill him? Lawyers don’t do well in prison, you know.”

  I laugh as I pull away. “Nah, he’s very gay.” I sniff the air. “You’re cooking.”

  “I owe you a home-cooked meal.” He brushes his knuckles down my cheek before taking my hand in his and leading me down to the kitchen.

  “Shouldn’t I get dressed?”

  “You could, but it would be a waste of time because I plan to just get you naked again.”

  “So today is just a naked day then? Why aren’t you naked?”

  He cocks a brow and smirks.

  Arrogant ass.

  “Sit here.” He motions to a stool at the breakfast bar, where I can watch him move about the kitchen. I like seeing him in my kitchen.

  “Do you like to cook often?” Ty sets a plate of tiny-sliced bread with tomato and mozzarella cheese on the counter and I dig in, ravenous. “I’m starving.”

  “I’m not surprised. You didn’t eat all day.”

  “I know, I slept all day.”

  “Not all day,” he reminds me with a smile. “Wine?”

  “No thanks, just water. Where did all of this come from? I know I didn’t have it in my fridge.”

  “Jill delivered.”

  He pours me a glass of water and then sets about whipping potatoes and grilling asparagus.

  “I’ll have to start paying Jill mileage. This is quite a production.” I take a sip of water and scoop up another piece of bread. “And delicious.”

  He takes my wrist in his hand and pulls my food to his mouth, taking a big bite.

  “Mmm, you’re right. Not as delicious as you, though.”

  I feel my cheeks heat and realize that I’ve never been given the opportunity to taste him. I tilt my head and watch him bustle about the kitchen.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “That I’d like to suck your cock.”

  He stops with a lamb chop gripped in the tongs in his hand and his head whips up to gape at me. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me.” I shrug and take a bite of bread. “I’ve only done it once in my life, and I’d like to try it again.”

  He sets the food on the countertop and braces his hands on the granite, watching me. “Right now?”

  “Maybe after dinner. I’m hungry.”

  His eyes are hot as he watches me. “Unless you want me to bend you over the breakfast bar, don’t bite your lip.”

  I release my lip and lick it slowly where my teeth were buried in it.

  “Damn it, Lo,” he whispers.

  “What?”

  He shakes his head and paces away, pulls the asparagus out of the oven, and plates our meal. “I have a permanent hard-on when I’m with you.”

  “Is that bad?” I laugh.

  “It’s new. It’s never been like this for me, and we’ve only just begun.”

  Wow.

  He smiles softly and gestures to the dining table. “Come on, sweetness, let’s eat so I can get you back to bed and bury myself in you for the rest of the night.”

  “Maybe I’m tired.”

  “You slept all day.”

  “Maybe I’m sore.”

  “We’ll soak in the tub for a while.” He frowns over at me as I join him at the table. “If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say no, Lauren.”

  I grin and rise up on my toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m teasing you.”

  He pulls me to him, wraps his arms around my middle, and buries his face in my hair. “You’re not funny.”

  “I’m hilarious.”

  CHAPTER

  Eleven

  “Why didn’t you call me Saturday night?”

  Cary is furious as I sit across from him in his office. I should be working, and instead I’m here for a meeting late Monday morning. “There was nothing you could do, Cary.”

  “It had to be Jack.”

  I grin at him and shrug. “Obviously, but there is no proof. No prints, nothing left behind.”

  “He’s such a prick. I’m sure the protection order pissed him off. Word has gotten around town, and I heard that he’s been suspended from work.” Cary shakes his head and leans back in his chair watching
me. “Is Ty staying with you?”

  I nod slowly, maintaining eye contact. “Is that a problem?”

  “Nope, he’s not your attorney.” Cary rubs his fingers over his mouth, deep in thought. “Lo, I know that Jack roughed you up when you kicked him out in the beginning, and now he’s destroying your house. You never did tell us what he threatened to do to you that day at your house.”

  I drop my eyes and bite my lip.

  “I understand if it makes you uncomfortable to talk about it around Ty, but I’m your attorney, and I need to know what’s going on, Lo. Jack’s pissed off, and if he continues like this, he could really hurt you.”

  I pull in a deep breath and push my fingers through my hair and blurt out, “He didn’t use the exact words, because he’s too clever for that, but he essentially threatened to rape me.”

  “What the fuck?” Cary leans forward and slaps his hands on his desk.

  “He just wanted to scare me.”

  “I would have agreed with you last week, but he just destroyed your pool house, Lauren. He’s obviously not stable.”

  “I have an alarm system on the house and Ty’s been staying with me.” Cary shakes his head and is ready to interrupt me. “Seriously, Cary, there’s nothing more we can do when we can’t prove that he’s done anything wrong.”

  “I want everything documented from here on out. If he contacts you, you record it with your phone and you call me and Brad at the station.”

  “Okay.”

  “I mean it, Lauren. I don’t trust this asshole.”

  “I agree.”

  “It sounds like we’ll get a court date regarding the matter of the trust in November.”

  “November?” I stand and pace about Cary’s small office. “Jesus, Cary, that’s a month away!”

  “I know. We were lucky to get in then.”

  A whole month of living like this will make me crazy.

  “Keep Ty close by, your alarm set, and your eyes open, Lauren.”

  “I will.” I check the time and grab my purse. “I have to go. I have an appointment.”

  Cary stands and shakes my hand. “I’ll be in touch.”

  I nod and step out of his office and walk to Ty’s door. It’s open, so I walk in and close and lock it behind me, taking in the dark-haired man sitting behind his desk, his phone at his ear. God, he’s amazing.