Friday, April 3, 2009

Insatiable Part 13


The noisy kitchen immediately fell silent except for the sizzle of food cooking.
“Holy shit,” Carlos said.
Tyler shook his hand. Goddamn it, that hurt. His knuckles were going to swell up for sure.
“What the hell!” Michael struggled to his feet. Blood trickled out of his nose and dripped onto his pristine blue and white striped shirt. Tyler turned and grabbed a towel from a rack, tossed it to him.
“You bastard,” Tyler growled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing cheating on Chloe? And coming here...are you out of your mind?”
Michael stared back at Tyler open mouthed, the towel pressed to his nose. “Chloe? What are you talking about? I’m not cheating on Chloe. She dumped me weeks ago!”
Now Tyler was staggered. “What?”
Michael wiped blood off his face. “Jesus Christ, what’s the matter with you? I’ve got blood on my shirt, for Chrissake.”
“She broke up with you?” Tyler asked slowly, his mind struggling to process this information.
“Hell, yeah. I can’t believe you didn’t know...seeing as you’re the reason.” Michael hurled the towel at Tyler, who caught it automatically, and stalked off through the kitchen doors.
The kitchen was still silent, everyone staring at Tyler.
“Get back to work!” Then Tyler, too, stormed out of the kitchen. He started toward his office, then changed his mind and stuck his head back in the kitchen. “Who’s got table twelve?” he demanded.
“Me,” Mitch said.
“Comp their meal,” Tyler barked.
He stomped into his office. What the hell? What did this mean? Chloe kept using the fact that she had a boyfriend to keep him away. But she really hadn’t been seeing Michael. Man, this was too much for him to comprehend.
He knocked his head against the wall once, twice, gritted his teeth.
His first instinct was to grab his car keys and hightail it over to Chloe’s house, but he was so outraged he knew he would scare the hell out of her.
So? She deserved to be scared, the lying little witch.
No, he couldn’t scare Chloe. He played out different scenarios in his mind and then made his decision.
He went back and had a word with Carlos. They’d be okay for the rest of the night without him.
He drove to his house to shower and change. He didn’t want to smell like the kitchen when he saw Chloe. In his bedroom he grabbed a handful of condoms and stuffed them in his pocket.
Then he drove through the dark city to her small house, proud of himself for his control, his body vibrating with repressed energy and anger and lust.
At Chloe’s house he set his finger on her doorbell and held it there until she opened the door, wide-eyed.
“Tyler! What is it? Is everything okay?”
Of course she would immediately assume he was there to get her to fix a problem. He smiled.
She wore shorts - shorts! - that revealed her incredible, smooth legs. They were like boxer shorts, white with pink hearts, and the waistband was folded over so they sat low on her hips. On top she wore a pink ribbed tank top that fit snugly over her breasts, clearly revealing she had on no bra. A strip of smooth golden skin between shorts and tank top tantalized him. Were those her pajamas?
“Did I wake you?” He pushed gently past her into her home. She let him in, biting her lip, eyes wary.
“Uh...no. I was just getting ready for bed.”
“Is that what you slept in last night?” he asked with interest.
Her eyes shifted. “No,” she said slowly. “Why are you here, Tyler?”
“I wanted to see you,” he said. “Offer me a drink.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “A drink?”
“A beer would be great.” He walked in, looking around. “I like your house, Chloe. It’s very...calm.”
“Um, thanks.”
He sat down on her white couch and spread his arms along the back of it, looking at her expectantly. She turned and walked out.
Tone-on-tone white and cream created a calm feeling, different textures adding interest – smooth ivory walls, a white-brick fireplace, creamy jacquard upholstery. Shabby-chic white slipcovers wrapped the furniture, and cushions of different cream and white fabrics created cozy nests. A fat candle on the coffee table dripped and burned with a lazy flame, filling the room with the scent of vanilla. So different from his starkly modern house with stainless steel, black leather and wildly colored art on the walls.
Chloe returned with a beer and a tall glass.
“Aren’t you having anything?”
“I was just going to bed.” Her voice was chilly. “Could you just tell me why you’re here so I can get on with it?”
He grinned. He poured the beer into the glass carefully so the head just came to the top edge, then set it down on the table in front of him. He took a breath and relaxed back against the cushions, then reached for the beer. Chloe hovered beside the couch.
He pulled her down beside him with his free hand, circled her slim shoulders and pulled her close. He’d never seen her wear pink. It was good...it was pink like her lips, like her nipples...
He had to grab hold of his self control, his heartbeat deepening to a drumbeat, his cock hardening. She tensed under his arm and tried to pull away.
“Please, Tyler, what’s going on?”
“I wanted to see you,” he said again. “Is that so bad?”
“Yes! I mean, no...but...”
His fingers slowly stroked her bare arm and he sipped his beer. He didn’t even want the beer. It was just something to slow him down so he didn’t jump her sexy bones.
“What were you doing tonight?” he asked idly, sensuously caressing her soft skin.
She shot him an exasperated glare. “I unpacked, did a load of laundry and worked in my garden,” she said. “Weeding. Sound fascinating?”
He nodded, looking at her indeed with fascination. Her hair was pulled back into a bun that was all loops and spiky ends sticking up, something else he’d never seen. It showed off the curve of her neck and shoulders, but he preferred it down, long and loose so he could touch it.
“You look so different tonight, Chloe.” His eyes roamed over her body in the skimpy clothes.
She tried again to move away from him. Again, he pulled her closer, his arm tightening on her body.
“I’d love to see you weeding.” He pictured her bent over in those little shorts, her curvy ass sticking up. The shorts would probably be so short you could see the bottom curve of her cheeks...
“You’re insane!” she gasped with a choked laugh. “How could you possibly...”
He smiled again. He carefully put his beer down on the table then touched her face, her cheek hot, his fingers cold from holding the frosty glass. She shivered beneath his touch as he drew his fingers down her cheek, over her full bottom lip.
“Last night...” she began, and he shook his head, pressed his fingers on her mouth.
“Forget last night,” he said. “Some time I want you to talk to me about your mother...I want to hear about it, and I think it would be good for you to talk about it. But not now.”
She gazed at him, her eyes huge and smoky blue.
He leaned forward and kissed her softly, lingeringly, once, again...and again.
Her eyes drifted shut as he brushed his lips across hers. She softened against him and hot male triumph shot through him. He was right about her and how she felt about him, how she reacted to him.
He deepened the kiss, opening his mouth over hers and going in, licking at her mouth hungrily but carefully. He didn’t want to scare her. He sensed her nervousness, even as he felt her arousal.
His hand on her cheek slid down to the curve of her neck, over her shoulder, then down to the swell of her breast under the soft cotton. Her nipple tightened against his palm and he hardened in response, his jeans too tight against his aching cock.
“Tyler you’re doing this again.” She set a small hand on his chest and he loved the feel of it. He covered her hand with his, pressed it there, his heart thudding beneath their joined hands.
“Doing what?” His lips trailed over her peach-soft cheek.
“Doing this!” she cried in frustration, her head falling automatically back to allow him access to her ear, her sweet neck. He licked and nibbled his way down to where her neck joined her shoulder and sucked softly there.
She tried again to move away from him. “How many times are we going to have to go through this? You’re driving me crazy.”
“Me too.” He licked her ear, making her shiver. Her nipples tightened even more, poking through her shirt, and flames licked over his body.
She pushed on his chest, the feel of her hands on him there a delicious pressure. He held her against him, muscles in his arms and shoulders taut with the effort.
“For all you know Michael could be here!” she gasped, trying to avoid his mouth.
He smiled against the side of her neck. Perfect.
“I know he isn’t,” he murmured, licking again. God she tasted good. So sweet. “Because I just left him at the restaurant.”
“Huh?”
“Actually, I think I broke his nose.” He licked her shoulder underneath the strap of her tank top. Delectable.
She jolted back in his arms. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He drew back a little and smiled at her. “Michael was having dinner tonight at the restaurant. With another woman.” He couldn’t resist touching her while he talked, so his hands cupped her breasts. She was so stunned she didn’t even try to stop him. “I thought he was cheating on you, so I punched him in the face. He was bleeding pretty good.” Then he frowned. “Damn. Isn’t he a lawyer? He’s probably gonna sue me.”
“He’s an accountant,” she answered automatically, apparently trying to take this in, blinking rapidly at him.
“You’re busted, sweetheart,” he said softly. “He told me you broke up with him weeks ago. Too bad he didn’t tell me that before I plowed him. Oh well.”
He leaned down and took her mouth again.
“Wait,” she begged, jerking her head aside.
“Uh-uh, Chloe. I’m not waiting any longer. You’ve got no excuse now...I’m going to have you and you’re going to love it.”
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