Chapter Nine

“You don’t know my family. Or what they are capable of.”

And you don’t know all that I am capable of. “I’m sure I could hold my own.” Tyson managed to put in the right amount of offense in his voice as they boarded the elevator.

Immediately contrite she said, “I’m sure you could.”

He smiled as she attempted to make him feel better. The elevator reached the lobby and the doors opened. They walked out of the hotel and back towards where they first met, hand in hand, like they’d been doing this for a long time.

They strolled on the boardwalk along with the other couples. Tyson’s hand, once again on the small of her back, guided her to the safest spots for her to walk. He staked his claim to all around who might dare to look twice at his woman.

Jayde leaned along the railing of the boardwalk and looked over the darkening ocean. The wind had picked up and she shivered slightly. A warm feeling of security and contentment filled her as Tyson stood behind her, offering his body heat to her. At that moment, Jayde knew she’d fallen in love.

This man whom she’d known for less than forty-eight hours made her feel things she hadn’t ever felt before. She would love for it to feel like this forever, but she knew it wasn’t possible. He was an enigma to her.

Since her father worked with international law, many of her father’s clients were ex-military men. They carried themselves with the same quiet dignity and strength she saw in Tyson. Yet as much as she wanted to know more about him, she wasn’t going to ask. That was something else her family had taught her.

Her body got tight and tense. Sensing her distress, Tyson put one arm around her chest and pulled her tighter against his body. “Calm down, my little rose, calm down,” he said as he put his chin on the top of her head. His other hand ran up and down her free arm.

“I know we don’t have much time left together, but I would really like to thank you for making my trip one I will never forget. I mean, I stood up to the local cops; I married a man I really don’t know to help him out of a jam. I don’t think I will ever have this much excitement in my life ever again. So thanks,” Jayde spoke quietly and turned her head around to meet his gaze.

“You are one hell of a woman Jayde Kincade, one hell of a woman.” Then he kissed her.

And I’m all yours. Jayde repositioned her body to face his as the kiss intensified. Hearing his name after hers brought about feelings she hadn’t even realized existed in the world. She knew there would never be another man for her after this one.

The kiss continued until they were both hot and breathing heavily with desire. “It’s time to go back,” Tyson said in a gravelly voice.

“I agree,” she panted. They both knew what was going to happen once they returned to the hotel room.

Grabbing her hand, Tyson set off at a fast pace. Stopping at the hotel entrance, Tyson grabbed her back into his arms and kissed her again. He sucked her soul into his body and put some of his back into hers, tying them together. Forever.

Flushed, hot and horny, they got in the elevator with one other young couple, an older couple, and a grandfather with a young boy who sent them amused and knowing glances as Tyson kissed her the whole ride up. As they got off on the fifth floor, Tyson swept her up in his arms and carried her to the door, unlocked it, and maneuvered them inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

He set her down on the floor and held her head between his hands, making sure she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “I want you. I want to make love to you. Right here. Right now.” His voice was so seductive.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.” Make love to you, not just a roll in the sack. She wanted him so badly.

Tyson let go of her with one hand only to lock the door behind him and fasten the safety chain. Then those hands of his were back on her body. “I have wanted to do this ever since I saw you sitting under that umbrella sipping your drink. You are perfection.” He slipped his hands up under her shirt, creating waves in her belly as his touch roamed higher and higher.

Her hands mimicked his movements. Soon she had his shirt off and was tracing those muscles again. “I think I am having a case of déjà vu.”

“I want one as well,” he said as her shirt was removed quickly followed by her bra. “Yes, I remember this.” One hand cupped her breast, kneading it and teasing the nipple that had hardened beneath his touch. Tyson dropped his hands to her full hips and unfastened the button on her jeans, sliding them down her muscular legs.

Jayde kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans. Her head fell back as his thumbs slipped under the elastic of her underwear. Soon they were pooled on the floor and she stood totally naked in front of him.

“Dear God, you’re beautiful.” Tyson picked her up and laid her on the bed. He was clothed just in his jeans and there was a definite ridge against her hip as he lay next to her. His mouth found hers as his hand traced its way from her shoulder to her hip and back again.

Jayde wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as his touch created flames wherever it went. She moved her hands down his back, enjoying the rippling muscles she felt, and cupped his firm, jean-clad butt, garnering a groan from him.

She arched against him and he got the message. His jeans and boxers were gone in a flash, and all she felt was cool satin bedspread beneath her and hot hard naked man above her. Jayde bit his lip as he slid two fingers inside her wet body.

His fingers found a tempo they liked and his tongue matched it within the warmth of her mouth. His hardened length pressed into her belly as she arched up off the bed in an explosive orgasm.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered in her ear.

“Please…please…please.” Jayde sounded like a broken record.

“I’m sorry it’s not slower.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, making love to her ear as he settled his weight between her spread legs.

“Now, Tyson, please!” Jayde begged, lifting her hips to help him gain entrance.

Groaning and removing his fingers from her wet core, Tyson slid the head of his throbbing erection into her. Inch by slow inch he filled her to capacity, allowing her to get used to the size. Her body was so tight.

All the way buried inside her, Tyson groaned again with pleasure as he nipped her shoulder before find-ing her mouth. “You feel so good…”

“Oh, God!” she mewled. It was heaven having this man deep within her. Just his touch was enough for her to have an orgasm; she’d had to work at it with George, and then most of the time it had been faked. She couldn’t pretend it with Tyson if she tried.

He withdrew and slid back in, wresting another cry from her. As her internal muscles clenched about him, he began to move faster.

Jayde’s moans quickly grew to pants, and then onto screams, as he drove into her lush body. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder.

A sheen of sweat covered them both and finally Jayde shouted as her nails raked down his back, draw-ing blood. He came right after her with a yell.

Tyson collapsed on her, his arms no longer able to hold him. He was shaking, as if his release had been powerful and intense. Jayde was feeling the same. Her body practically melted into the mattress. She didn’t want to move; she couldn’t move. Her arms flung out to her sides, she just breathed in the smell of sweat, sex, and Tyson. It was a very nice combination.

All too soon, he rolled off her body, taking with it the warmth and comfort she craved. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Never better. You?”

“Never better.” He drew her body closer to his and kissed her, long and drawn out. She felt his flaccid member stir to life against her belly.

Jayde put one arm around his back and drew it away when she felt something wet that didn’t feel like sweat. In the dim light of the room she saw red on her fingertips. She shot to a sitting position.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this.” She jumped off the bed and hurried to the bath-room, coming out wearing the robe and carrying a warm washcloth.

“Do what?” Tyson asked as he began to turn over.

“No, don’t turn around. Just lie there.” As he complied, she pressed the warm cloth on his back.

“Drew some blood, huh?” he teased. “Glad I was good enough to get that reaction from you.”

Smack! Jayde hit him in the shoulder. “Tyson!”

Faster than she could blink, Jayde found herself pinned under his body, his face millimeters away from hers. “Don’t worry about it; I will wear them with pride.”

“I should clean them,” she said concernedly.

“You should kiss your husband,” he uttered seductively.

Jayde dropped the washcloth on the bed as she eagerly put her mouth on his. “I suppose you get that reaction from all the women you take to bed, huh?” she mumbled against his lips.

“None who have meant anything to me. Until you.”

“What does that mean?” Jayde demanded.

“Stop talking and kiss me.” He took the decision from her and kissed her passionately.

The room phone began to trill. Tyson pulled back from her tempting mouth and looked at her. “Your phone is a menace. Who keeps calling you?”

“Probably another family member, wanting me to hear her problems or something like that. Checking up on me, making sure I don’t have some man in my room with me…”

“Oh, yeah, wouldn’t want a man in here with you, shackin’ up or worse.” He smacked her on the butt as she scrambled out from under him to answer the phone.

“Don’t answer that,” she hissed as she tried to get to it first.

“Hello?” He spoke into the phone. “Who is this? Wrong number.” Then he hung up and dialed the front desk. “Don’t transfer any more calls up here tonight. I want to sleep.”

He hung up the phone to come face to face with an unnerved Jayde. “I can’t believe you did that! I have to call home!” She moved towards her cell phone that had begun to ring.

She didn’t get there. “No,” Tyson interjected. “It’s time for your family to let you have a life. They can call you during daylight.” He took a hold of her hands and tugged her back to his body. “You aren’t their slave, personal servant, or anything like that. Don’t let them treat you as such.”

As she looked into the eyes of the man who’d made fantastic love to her she realized he was right. Her family ran her life. All of them did. It felt like she had been taking care of them since she was old enough to cook. “Okay,” she said, for once feeling strong enough to stand firm against them, as long as Tyson was with her.

“Now, where were we?” he growled as he pinned her on her back. “I think you are overdressed for what I have in mind.” His hands untied the robe and opened it, revealing her hidden treasures to his lecher-ous gaze. “This is more like it.”

Jayde and Tyson spent the rest of the night making love, sometimes gently and sometimes not so gently. They learned each other’s bodies very well and finally succumbed to sleep as sunlight crested over the ocean.