Free Tyler by C H Admirand Page A

attracted so fast or been desired so desperately.
    He grabbed her hand and yanked her close. “I just have to taste you again.” He dipped his head and sipped from her lips.
    Emily moaned. She’d been expecting to be devoured after the way he tumbled her against him. The soft, hesitant kisses he trailed along the line of her jaw had the spit drying up in her mouth and every last thought evaporating from her brain. Passion she could have handled; Tyler’s devastatingly gentle exploration had desire curling in low in her belly.
    She melted against him and it was his turn to groan. Drawing back, he rasped, “I wasn’t sure last night, but darlin’, you surely taste like sin.”
    She snuggled closer. She’d wanted to take a walk on the wild side with him, now was her chance to light the fuse. Her earlier fantasy returned with a vengeance: Tyler naked in her bed, tied to her bedposts. It ramped up the sensual tension holding her by the throat. Sliding her fingers through his hair, she grabbed hold and tugged his head down until their lips were a breath apart. Ready for a taste of the passion she sensed lurked beneath the surface, she rasped, “I feel a sin coming on.”
    Lips fused, hearts pounding, she let her tongue tangle with his and groaned in pure pleasure when he slid his hand down her spine to pin her to him. Heat to heat, her brain fizzled and every thought evaporated save one: kissing Tyler. She moaned and he took charge, changing the angle of the kiss, destroying her when his tongue left hers to tease the inside edge of her bottom lip.
    Her legs buckled, but he held her up and plundered. “You’re addictive, Miss Langley, and this small sampling won’t be enough.” He paused then asked, “Will you meet me later?”
    Emily smiled. “Your place or mine?”
    His gaze smoldered with the passion he held in check. “Yours is closer.”
    She licked her lips and pulled his mouth back to hers.
    “Em, what’s keeping you?” Jolene’s voice cut through the haze of passion surrounding them, and they jumped apart like guilty teenagers who’d been caught necking on the front porch swing.
    Emily looked over her shoulder and was relieved Jolene hadn’t caught them in an embrace. There was a time and place for that, and it wasn’t here and now. Tyler was definitely a temptation Emily planned to indulge in later—not too much later.
    “Sorry,” Tyler said. “It’s my fault.”
    Jolene shook her head. “We have a show to rehearse, and the phone’s ringing off the hook with people wanting to know all about our new act. The radio ad’s working.”
    “Can you give me five minutes?” Tyler asked Jolene, but was looking down at Emily.
    Jolene sighed. “Focus people! Come on, Em.”
    Emily felt herself being dragged away from Tyler and all she could think to do was dig in her heels. “I’ll be right down, Jo.”
    Her cousin shook her head but finally gave in. “You’ve got one minute,” Jolene said before turning to leave. “Clock’s ticking.”
    When they were alone, Emily reached up to touch the side of Tyler’s face. Trailing the tip of her finger along the strong line of his jaw, she whispered, “You’re a hard man to walk away from.”
    He grinned, and his eyes twinkled. “Not if you’re thinking of coming back.”
    Their gazes met and held. Emily’s belly fluttered again at the promise of passion burning brightly in his warm, dark eyes. “I’ve… uh… got to get to work.”
    He seemed to draw within himself, and Emily wondered what was going on in that brain of his. He was definitely a man with many moods, but she’d keep up.
    Before she could ask, he stepped back. “You’d better go downstairs. I’ll be down shortly.” He sounded resigned.
    With the door between them, Emily tried to sort out her feelings. Lord, they were a jumble. Lust ran hot and deep for the dark-eyed, broad-shouldered cowboy, giving her ideas that they would definitely explore thoroughly later. But she’d also