"I refuse to believe that any of those women by your pool eat. They're all ribs and silicone."
He stared at her. "I don't believe I've ever called those girls sexy, have I?"
She forced herself to swallow. "I guess I just assumed."
"They're not my type."
The noise of the pizza joint fell away and she felt like they were the only people in the room.
"As far back as I can remember, I've had a thing for curvy blondes with big . . ."
Why did he have to be so predictable, such a cavemen?
"Brains." He grinned, then looked down at her amply presented chest. "Although a nice pair of breasts is good too."
She reached out for her soda, trying not to show how pleased she was by his comment. "We all know you're a master at coming on to women," she said, trying to extricate herself from the position she was in. The one where she was about to beg him to take her right then, right there on the table. "Unexpected compliments, focusing on their hidden assets."
Ignoring her sarcasm, he said, "I just want to say one more thing about tonight, and I don't want you to try to turn it around or read anything bad into it, okay?"
She looked up at him and saw sincerity in his eyes. "I'm all ears."
"Your date was an ass. He was crazy for not paying attention to you. And he doesn't deserve you."
His words hung in the air, and Julie could have sworn she heard what he didn't say: And I don't deserve you, either.
Only she was starting to wonder if maybe he did.
Ty bought her an ice cream cone and she enjoyed t more than she should have. If she'd had any sense of self-preservation she would have ended the night long ago, locked herself in her bedroom and forced herself to watch the news or read a book.
But surprisingly, she enjoyed his company. He had a natural charm with his fans. Dozens of people wanted pictures and autographs outside the ice cream parlor. When the two of them finally returned to her home, everything in her world felt like it had been turned upside down.
She couldn't deny the truth any longer. She wanted him. Desperately. Wanted him touching her, kissing her. Wanted him inside her. Her body no longer cared what her brain was telling it or the warning sirens clanging around in her head.
"Thanks for a great night," she said, and she meant it. But she also hoped that he'd know she was trying to say she didn't want it to end.
He reached for her hands, rubbed his thumbs across the sensitive skin. "How about next time we leave your date at home?"
"Okay," she whispered, letting him pull her closer. She hadn't wanted to be kissed this much since she was eighteen, when she saw Ty walking across the deck straight toward her, the embodiment of her crush.
"Good night, Julie," he said, then leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek.
She stood completely still, her heart sinking like a rock. She watched him walk down the hall into her guest bedroom and close the door with a soft click.
She'd just been turned down by the one man who had never turned down anyone in his life. She'd never felt so stupid, so embarrassed, so senselessly aroused in all her life.
Ty sat down hard on the queen-size bed in the guest room. His hands were shaking. Did Julie have any idea how fucking hard it was for him to keep his hands off of her? How much he wanted to take her right there on the carpet in front of her fireplace?
He couldn't think of the last time he'd been this hard. Blue balls were not something he experienced on a regular basis--until Julie.
Of all the times to decide to act like a goddamned gentleman.
Ty ripped off his shirt, breaking several buttons in his haste. He wanted Julie to know that he could behave appropriately, that he respected her, that he wasn't going to ravage her without wooing her first.
Not that pizza and ice cream were the most romantic things in the world, but they were a hell of a lot better than a boring dinner with the world's most boring guy.
Jeez, what on earth had she seen in that jerk?
It was obvious from looking at the guy that he was wealthy and successful and came from the right side of the tracks. But apart from that, he didn't have anything going for him. Julie could do much better. Didn't she know that?
He turned on ESPN and hit the floor to do some sit-ups.
He hoped Julie was happy with the sacrifice he made in the name of honor tonight. Because he wasn't sure he had it in him to be a gentleman again.
She rolled over on her stomach, then her left side, then her right. She counted to a hundred, then counted back to one, but nothing helped. She couldn't sleep--not with Ty so near. For hours she'd stared at the wall, wished she had X-ray vision, wished she could see what he was wearing, if he was naked. Was he touching himself, was he pretending her lips were on him, her hands?
Again she heard a voice inside her say, Enough! But this time, it wasn't telling her to stop falling for the one man she'd sworn never to have feelings for again. No, this time it said, Go get what you want, what you need. Go on. Go now.
She ripped off her sleep shirt and dug in her lingerie drawer for something lacy. Then she walked out into the hall, to Ty's closed door.
Don't think, the voice urged, just open it.
Slowly, she turned the knob and crept into his room. Moonlight streamed in the bay window, illuminating his perfect form reclined on the bed.
"What took you so long?"
His question was softly sensuous and she instinctively moved toward him.
"I wanted to make you wait," she said, not recognizing her own voice.
"I'm not a patient man," he said, and she smiled.
"Too bad. Tonight we're playing by my rules."
He was lying on his back, his hands propping up his head. "Next time we'll play by mine."
She pulled the sash from her robe and moved slowly to the bed. His magnificent chest was bare and she couldn't resist toying with him, dragging the edge of the pink sash across his tanned expanse of skin.
He growled deep from his chest and reached for her.
She took a step back. "Somehow I didn't think I could trust you to behave yourself. Keep your arms above your head."
His brown eyes followed her as she moved up to the head of the bed. Her open robe revealed a short, tight, and translucent slip.
He hadn't obeyed her command yet, so she threatened, "I can either use this on your eyes or your wrists. Your choice."
A wicked, aroused smile curved his lips. "What if I choose one now, one later?"
"My rules, Ty. Make your choice." She never knew how much she liked being in charge, liked playing the bad girl.
Being with a bad boy like Ty had roused her inner seductress.
"Wrists," he said. "But first, this." He reached up and pulled her slip off over her head, leaving her naked but not the least bit chilled. Everywhere he looked, every place his fingers drifted, was burning up.
Knowing it would drive him crazy, she leaned over him as she tied his arms to the bedpost with the sash. Her breasts swayed over his mouth and she was sorely tempted to drop her nipples into his waiting mouth. But she wanted to tease him, to tantalize him, wanted him to burst with desire for her before she gave in.
His wrists secure, she pulled down the sheets that covered him.
He was blessedly naked. And so incredibly beautiful.
His cock rose up, huge and thick. "I take it you found what you were looking for?"
His words were taunting and yet seductive.
"I can't stop reliving what you did to me yesterday with your hands, your mouth. I can't stop thinking about what it would have been like if the tables had been turned."
He swallowed hard. "Turn them."
She climbed up on the bed and straddled his thighs. "I can't help but wonder if you taste as good as you look."
His voice was strangled. "There's only one way to find out."
She smiled. "Who says jocks aren't smart?"
Slowly leaning down, letting her hair brush against
his abdominal muscles so that they jumped and tightened, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. A drop of liquid surfaced and she licked it off in one smooth stroke. Until this moment, Julie had never been a big fan of blow jobs.
Funny how one man could change her opinion about absolutely everything.
She ran her tongue lightly down the long, thick shaft. How had they managed to fit together when she was an eighteen-year-old virgin?
She couldn't wait to find out again.
Without warning, she took him deep into her mouth.
His hips bucked up off the bed and he groaned her name. She loved watching him lose control, loved knowing that she was the woman making it happen.
"Untie me," he growled.