Argh! For the first time, I hate being so inexperienced when it comes to this dating game.

"Tyler." I swallow hard, not really knowing how to respond. "I'd love to hang out with you, but I'm not... I'm not sure I'm ready to..."

Instead of answering me straight away, Tyler pulls over and unfastens his seatbelt, turning to me so he's fully facing me. "I'll never pressure you to do anything you don't want to. I'm just not ready to end the night and thought we could hang out at my place..."

The way his eyes bore into mine let me know he's telling me the truth. And even before that, if I really think about it, Tyler has always made me feel safe. With any other man, the thought of going to the place of a guy I just met would sound stupid and dangerous. But with Tyler, I know in my heart that I can trust him.

Why does this feel so right? How can I be so sure about him already?

Unfastening my seatbelt, I press one of my hands to his shoulder while I allow the other to reach up and touch his cheek. "What are you doing to me, Tyler?" I mimic his words from the other day, not missing the way his breath has kicked up just slightly.

He's looking at me as if we had all the time in the world. Like he can't get enough of me and he's dying for a taste. And by the way he stands perfectly still as I trace the curve of his lower lip with my index finger, I know he's giving me the choice to set the pace between us.

"I'm obviously attracted to you, FYI. I just..." I breathe the words, not sure how to go from here.

"You want to take things slowly." He leans ever so closely, his lids lowering a fraction as he studies my mouth.

"Yeah..." My fingers slide to his neck, curling around his nape.

He's not touching me at all, but my body is responding to his magnetism. My breasts swell heavy against my bra and my lips part when he leans into me, his nose almost touching mine. "How slowly are we talking about?" he asks.

"Uh... Well..." I brush my lips to his and his nostrils flare on an indrawn breath. I've never felt this sexy and naughty before; this powerful. The fact Tyler is waiting for me to set the rules of whatever it is between us is a huge turn-on.

"Tell me." His chest moves with every panting breath, sending a wave of heat through my body.

Knowing this guy in front of me, who is the epitome of virility, power, and strength, is willing to respect my pace makes me bold. My lips kiss the side of his mouth and I speak over his lips. "Touch me."

One of his hands lands on my hips, clutching me in a way that's both possessive and protective. Before I have time to think or say anything, he cradles the back of my head, pulling me into a kiss.

His fingers twist into my hair as he angles his head so he can kiss me deeply and thoroughly. Lust rushes through me harder and faster than I've ever experienced. A small, sudden whimper leaves me, and Tyler grunts, kissing me as if he's starving.

Then, in a fluid motion, he's cupping my butt and pulling me to him. I land on his lap, straddling his hips and wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He never stops kissing me. Instead, he lets out a grunt, spreading my butt apart. The feeling of his big, calloused hands on my skin makes me whimper, and I rock against his hard erection.

"Fuck!" His lips slide down my jaw until he is kissing the sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

I feel his hand moving from my butt to my waist from underneath my dress, lifting it so it's resting on my waist. Groaning, he cups my breast, and I arch up when he tugs my dress down, smoothing his palm under the cup of my bra.

The moment he tweaks a little on the stiff tip of my nipple, a bolt of sheer, shocking heat works from my breasts to my clit, catching me by surprise. A strangled cry tears from me when he unclasps my bra and skillfully sucks my nipple into his warm mouth.

My mind goes blank, my body responding to his touch in ways I didn't know were possible. Every nerve is on fire, every sensation magnified.

Tyler touches me as if he owns my body, waking up a need for him I never knew could exist.

I want to mark him, to claim him, to treasure every moment we have together. But I can't. Because when he touches me with so much possessive reverence like this, all I can do is enjoy the ride.

"I can't stop touching you." He grunts deep in his throat, nipping my lower lip. "Tell me to stop if it's too much."

"Tyler." My breath hitches when he slips his fingers beneath my panties. My hips jerk against his hand as he starts working on my clit, and I'm unable to form a coherent thought.

"So fucking wet..." I hear him murmur right after his mouth surrounds the tip of my breast.

Everything tightens in my core, and I can't hold the soft moans leaving my lips. I throw my head back, gasping, too close now. Tension builds as the pad of his thumb keeps circling my clit in a steady, unhurried rhythm.

As if sensing how close I am, Tyler cups my jaw as he keeps massaging my clit in the most delicious way. "Look into my eyes when you come for me."

My sex ripples around his fingers.; the command in his tone enough to make me come.

Holding onto his shoulders for support, I climax with a strangled cry, searing pleasure pulsing through me.

My gaze is locked with his the whole time. I just can't look away.

His face is flushed with lust, his lips parted as he watches me come. I've never felt so exposed, so seen by someone before. And to my surprise, I feel the same emotions mirrored in his eyes.

Capturing my nape, he brushes his lips across mine, his forehead touching mine. I want to say something, or do something, but nothing comes out.

I just know that I want to please him. I want to make him feel as desperate as me, so slowly, I let my hands slide down from his shoulders to his abs.

"Andie." He swallows, capturing both of my wrists.

"You don't want it?" I whisper, feeling a little embarrassed.

"More than I'll ever be able to express with words." He nuzzles his nose against mine before cupping my face and looking deeply into my eyes. "But we're not keeping score. You don't owe me anything."

"Tyler..." I murmur, pressing my lips to his so I can hide my eyes from him.

I never thought I could feel this way; like I'm on top of the world when I'm with him. But as much as I adore every moment of it, I can't help but worry this is just a dream—too good to be true.

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