  ...Tyler POV...
      As we step into the room, we come to a stop at the foot of the bed. As I turn to her, those deep blue eyes tell me so many stories, but what they tell the most is that she wants me just as much as I need her.
      As she starts to speak, I softly press my finger against her soft velvety lips.
      &quot;Ssshhh, Jenna.&quot;
      But then I add...
      &quot;Unless if you want me to stop.&quot;
      She answers by loosening the buttons of my shirt slowly one by one; I watch as her hands are slightly trembling. I take her hand to stop it from shaking and let my lips seek hers instead; it is all she needs to take that edge off her nervousness.
      In no time, she has me bare in front of her; she runs her fingers over the lines of my muscled chest. It sends ripples of pleasure to every corner of my body. Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders.
   

  It is the day after a weekend spent with Tyler in absolute bliss. The wedding was breathtaking and so were the moments of intimacy that I spent in his arms. The way he held me and the way he made me feel was once a reminder of the feelings that we both share but are yet too afraid to mention. Yes, every minute of the weekend that we shared together was against all our rules, though we did not seem to care at all for we broke them over and over again without any fail. What else is breaking them without fail, is waking up this morning with his glorious sight next to me.
      He is lying next to me with his body completely exposed; he is still sleeping. He looks so innocent; under that facade is a hungry man. A man wanting love just as bad as I do. His body screams perfection. Behind those closed lids are the most beautiful brown eyes that can see straight into your soul. A perfect chise

  …Tyler POV…
      Never has one woman consumed me in total ecstasy as much as Jenna does. In the tormented passages of my mind, I can feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she lays spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she fills the empty spaces that are only meant for her. Even though my hands have the desire, I will leave her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.
      Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I will count the seconds as I patiently wait to explore her body and soul. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be Tyler Moore's undoing, in fact, she has, but I have been too scared to admit it to her yet.
      So with what could only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation. I have been waiting for this moment, this moment until we are finally back in the comfort and privacy of our hotel room. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.
      And next is me grabbing hold of her waist and pull her deep against the tightness of my body. And there it is, that scent that she carries so well, sweet vanilla and hints of honey.
      &quot;Tyler.&quot;
      &quot;Ssshhh, Jenna.&quot;
      I take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger, &quot;God, you smell sweeter than honey; I bet you taste far better.&quot;
      And just for a brief moment, my sugarcoated words bring a rosy color to those already burning cheeks. Then beyond what I can ever imagine, she pulls me closer to her. I lean closer until my breath is lingering on the tips of her ear.
      &quot;God, I want you.&quot;
      Well, if I thought she would slap me there and then, she turns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close to me that with only but one wink, I would claim those lips.
      Then with absolute raw desire, I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine until we melt into each other. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans into me, she catches a hint of my cologne and eases into me.
      But then she pushes me away, she is about to make an elegant exit.
      In an instant, I find myself behind her. She turns around to face me; there is clear confusion in her eyes. Underneath this raging animal, there is a fire waiting to be released. I tangle my hands in her hair and seek the softness of her lips. With every wink, I pull her closer, and then I pull away. I taunt and tease, slowly I will claim her as mine.
      The carnal desire to feel that raw passion takes over my body. I clear the entire contents of her bed onto the floor. I grab her ankles and slide her closer. With gentle but tremble hands, I lay her back on the bed.
      I stare into her brown eyes. She arches her back and pushes herself into my raging erection. Her body whimpers and begs to be touched.
      &quot;Tyler.&quot;
      As she says my name, I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart, knowing that she will give me everything that I desire. My mind says no, but my body says yes; how can one have what you desire within arm's reach but not want it at the same time. Then all reasoning steps out the door.
      Her arms clasp around my neck as she needs to have my body closer. My body jerks at first, but then I allow myself to give in. The thought of her naked body fuels the raging fire within me; she consumes my body. It is not her lips that I reach for; my tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer. It's like a battle raging inside of me as she makes my body quiver.
      Her hands unlock behind my neck, and they are moving all over. First down my shoulders, then down my chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood racing as she moves further down to my waist. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.
      And the very moment that it escapes my lips, she brings hers closer, &quot;Tyler what are you doing?&quot;
      &quot;What does it look like Jenna. You feel it, I feel it. I can simply not keep this ache in any longer.&quot;
      My hands slide down her waist to find the seams of her dress I scrunch it between my fingers and let it linger. She moans and begs for me to further my touch. But not yet, I am not ready to take her yet.
      She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that our lips almost touch. Her sweetness attacks every corner of my senses. She is a breath of fresh air on a bed of wet flowers that is burning hot in the sun. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing erection.
      Her entire body quivers beneath me.
      &quot;Fuck Jenna, I just want more of you.&quot;
      She moans in my ear as her lips tremble, &quot;Fuck, Tyler, if you don't take me now.&quot;
      &quot;Patience Jenna, we have all the time in the world.&quot;
      Then ever so slowly and painfully, I lift her dress over her head, and god, fucking red lace just as I thought.
      But will she truly say yes? I want to spend more time with her, I want to spend more time exploring her body. Being in her presence makes me feel alive. The waves of emotions she brings to my body just make me beg and scream for more. I know I should not, I know I should stop and go to my tent, but I cannot. She captivates me; she draws me in with every inch of my skin.
      Looking at her beauty does not only take my breath away; it knocks all the air out from my chest. Now she is lying here in front of me for mine to take. I have never been known as a man that loses control, but I would lose every bit that keeps me together just to spend tonight with her.
      For one brief moment, the words leave my lips in only but a soft whimper, &quot;I…I should not be doing this.&quot;
      But I have come this far, and I am not stopping now, I need to feel her deeper, I need to feel her melt into my body. Our naked skin touching together, moving softly together, just like the finest of silk. Our bodies fitting together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel the natural rhythm. Both of us move in an intoxicated dance of limbs, never making the same move twice.
      Then I stop for a moment and look back into her eyes, there is a softness in them, but there is the same raw desire that I feel. I touch my forehead to hers and I can feel the heat radiating through her skin. I have never experienced this in my life before. It fills my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with passion. And just for a moment, the world around us slows.
      I run my warm breath slowly over her soft cheek to her deep red velvety lips. They are but only an inch away from touching hers. Then with only one wink, they touch. I cannot help but close my eyes as my senses are filled with the taste of cotton candy.
      I can feel her heart rate as it picks up a pace; I have her right where I want her to be. With the utmost confidence that I have her hooked, I step away from her body.
      &quot;Can we break our rule for one more night?&quot;

...Tyler POV...
      As we step into the room, we come to a stop at the foot of the bed. As I turn to her, those deep blue eyes tell me so many stories, but what they tell the most is that she wants me just as much as I need her.
      As she starts to speak, I softly press my finger against her soft velvety lips.
      &quot;Ssshhh, Jenna.&quot;
      But then I add...
      &quot;Unless if you want me to stop.&quot;
      She answers by loosening the buttons of my shirt slowly one by one; I watch as her hands are slightly trembling. I take her hand to stop it from shaking and let my lips seek hers instead; it is all she needs to take that edge off her nervousness.
      In no time, she has me bare in front of her; she runs her fingers over the lines of my muscled chest. It sends ripples of pleasure to every corner of my body. Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders.
      I scrunch her dress together; it finds its way over her head and into a pile next to my shi

Chapter 20 Edge Of My Restraint