“What’s so funny?” Alyssa inquired as she boldly kissed Tyler on the lips. Hers were so soft and warm. She scrambled his brain every time she kissed his skin.
She suddenly jerked backward. “Don’t tell me you and Michael are having a secret side conversation about the poor, inexperienced virginal girl.”
God, she was sharp. And he was going to fall in love with her in no time.
“When you kiss me like this”—he demonstrated by laying his lips against hers for a brief peck—“I have trouble blocking. He slipped in. Well, actually he threatened me. I’m new to this telecommunication thing. Never known anyone who could do it. It seems Michael has had a bit of tutelage, perhaps from his brothers. He’s better at it than me. So far…” He grinned at her.
“Tell him to stop being such a baby … I mean a jackass … and go muck the barn or something. He had his turn yesterday. Now I want to spend time with you.”
The word “jackass” sounded awkward coming from her mouth, and Tyler knew she wasn’t accustomed to cussing. However, that thought aside, he raised an eyebrow in question. “What did you two do yesterday? Anything I should be aware of?” He looked at her while he spoke silently to Michael. His hands shook slightly where they rested on her waist, and he squeezed her middle to keep from trembling.
This ménage and sharing thing was going to make him old before his time.
“I don’t kiss and tell, Tyler. But heed my warning. I’m not kidding. You fuck with her, literally, and I’ll…” His thought trailed off. The man surely realized his threats were empty and only hurting himself.
Judging by the reaction of both Alyssa and Michael, Tyler would guess the two had engaged in a bit more foreplay than just kissing. It was time to even the field.
Wrapping his arms around her middle, Tyler tugged Alyssa against his chest and took her mouth in another mind-blowing kiss.
He waited until she relaxed into the lip lock and then let his fingers roam under her shirt and up her back. Her skin was so soft, smooth. And warm to his touch.
She flinched when he let his thumbs graze the undersides of her breasts, reaching around from behind. But she didn’t pull back. In fact she moaned again, that soft deep sound that was seeping into his skin.
Alyssa’s hands wandered around his chest. He was suddenly grateful he’d worn a dress shirt today. When he’d first arrived, he’d felt the outfit had been overkill in his attempt to impress, but now, the shirt was working in his favor as tiny fingers fumbled down the front, flicking open one button after another.
When she finally finished, she leaned back and spread his shirt open to gaze at his chest. What did she think? He wasn’t built like other men. He was more of the lean, studious type. Not one who’d frequented the gym as a teenager.
However, this mate of his stared at him like he hung the moon right now. Her face was relaxed, a slight smile curving up her lips as she perused his pounding chest. He’d never been tan, but Alyssa was so fair skinned he actually looked like he’d just spent a week in the Bahamas next to her. Her fingers danced down his chest, exploring his pecs, his abs. Even his nipples now stood at attention after she’d flicked over them coyly a number of times.
Tyler wasn’t new to the act of sex. He’d been with a few women in college over the years. But nothing compared to how Alyssa made him feel with just a look.
Without asking her permission, Tyler grabbed the hem of her sweater and whipped it over her head. The field was slightly more even. The sexy pink lace covering her pert breasts could barely pass as a bra. It wasn’t something she’d be able to leave the room wearing, that was for sure.
Nevertheless, she was breathing heavily and hadn’t flinched at his bold move to undress her, so he reached around with both hands and flicked the tiny clasp that contained her nipples. Gorgeous pink buds were revealed to his gaze as he pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders and tossed the scrap of lace to the side.
Her chest bounced slightly up and down as she breathed heavily, and a glance at her face told him she was no longer ogling his chest. Now she was staring at his face for his reaction to her own.
He smiled. “You are so hot. So sexy. Beautiful…” Tyler cupped both breasts in his hands gently and then delicately spiraled around them until he circled her nipples with just the tips of his fingers.
After a few passes, she arched her chest into him. “God, Tyler.”
He loved the effect he had on her. Her skin pimpled with goose bumps, and she gripped his shoulders with her hands, holding herself off him. When she tipped her head back, exposing her long neckline, he had to swallow to keep from groaning.