Wild Temptation (Wild, #1)(13)

He draws his tongue out of my mouth and kisses me normally with an odd mixture of force and softness. His lips are soft but his kiss is hard, and it makes for a heady combination that affects way more than just my fucking head.

“So it is possible to shut you up,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my lips.

I drop my free hand from his shirt. “It’s possible, yes, but you won’t like what happens if you try it again.”

Tyler pulls back and cups my jaw. “Next time I try and shut you up, it won’t be with my mouth. It’ll be with my cock.”

He releases me as suddenly as he grabbed me. A smug grin spreads across his handsome face as he walks backward and pulls some keys from his pocket. My heart pounds threateningly in my chest, and everywhere he touched me, I’m tingling.

Tingling with excitement, loss, wanting, I don’t know.

“Still don’t want me to touch you?” he calls just before he climbs into his Mercedes.

I’m not going to justify that with a response. Likely because I’ll say the wrong thing, because right now, I very much want him to touch me.

I get into my own car and pull away, going in the opposite direction of him. Dining downtown means I’m only minutes from my apartment. Meaning there’s only minutes of feeling that aching sensation in my lower stomach and my core before I can get rid of it.

I park and take the elevator upstairs. As I suspected, Angus stares at me angrily when I open the door. He jumps from the table and goes to sit by his food bowl with a loud meow.

“All right, all right.” I slam the door, dump my purse, and grab him some biscuits. He meows again when I dump a load in his bowl. “Oh, fuck off, cat. I forgot to go to the store.”

He turns his back on me.

Now if only it were that easy to get Tyler away from me.





Cake. There is cake everywhere. Every-fucking-where. Normal cake. Chocolate cake. Cheesecake. Red velvet cake. Ooh, Red velvet cake…

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. We are in a bakery, after all, but just the sight of all the cake is making me feel a little sick. I haven’t tasted a thing yet, but I’d bet I’ll be ready to vomit pretty damn soon if the platter in front of me is anything to go by.

I eye it warily, and Dayton nudges me. “It’s just cake.”

“It’s a lot of cake. I mean, how many different types of cake are there?”

She looks around the bakery. “A lot, evidently.”

“Why do we have to try them all?” I pick up a chocolate cake sample and look at the label. “Chocolate fudge cake,” I read. “Well, we both know what that tastes like.”

She grabs my wrist before I can put it down. “Liv, humor me, please?”

I turn my face toward her. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.”

She tries for an annoyed look, but the twitch of her lips ruins it. “You’re an idiot.”

I shove the sample in my mouth with a bored look on my face. She laughs.

“Hey,” I say when I‘ve swallowed it. “That was good. Bit much for a wedding cake though.”

Dayton rolls her eyes. “Try some normal cake.” She hands me a bit, eating one herself. “No,” she mumbles with her mouth full.

I agree. It tastes fucking awful. “Next.”

“Yep.” She takes the label.

“Great. Can we go now?”

“What? No. We’re not done.”

“But you just chose one!” I protest, looking at the clock.

“For a short list. I’m making Aaron come in next week. We need to pick the best ones.” She glances at me slyly. “And I want to know why Tyler chased you out of the restaurant last night.”

I grab some cake and eat it. Mmm, lemon. This is good.

“Nice try,” Dayton laughs. “The last time I saw him move that quickly was because one of the models he slept with got a little attached.”

“I have no idea why he chased me.” It’s kind of honest. I don’t actually know why he came out after me. “But it’s a waste of his time.”

“Yeah, and I’m a virgin.”

I snort. “Seriously. You just told me everything I need to know about him. He does no strings, full stop. I do no strings until I find someone who’s strong enough to deal with my…quirky personality trait.”

My best friend’s lips curve. “Tyler’s kind of intense.”

“Kind of?” I raise my eyebrows. “I have no idea what he’s doing. We don’t really know each other.” An image of his hands trailing up my thighs hits me. “Except physically. Physically, we’re very well acquainted.”

“Just…be careful. I know I said it yesterday, but I mean it. Tyler is a lot like Aaron. Maybe worse. If Ty wants something, he’s not going to stop until he gets it.”