Chapter 9 The Proposal

We head to the pool, where we make ourselves comfortable on the deck chairs. The heat is almost unbearable; he gets up and sits behind me. He takes a block of ice; he runs it down the back of my neck, and down my shoulders. Then he slides it down my spine and my back. Taking the ice in his mouth, he runs it up to my back again. When he reaches the contours of breasts, he glides it by the sides, then in between. He rubs it over my nipple with my top still on. He finds the elastic of my bikini bottom and slowly pushes his finger in between the fabric and her skin. My voice hitches a pitch, and I become a stuttering mess. He slides the ice in and finds the center of my sensitive spot. He presses and circles. I feel myself start to squirm on the chair. I turn my body to face him, placing my legs around his waist. He starts pulling at the straps keeping the swimsuit together. He does not take it off; he lets it linger. His hands run up my leg, against my inner thighs, his fingers rub outside along my sensitive spot. He slides his hands up my slender waist and surrounds both breasts, slowly rubbing my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. "Fuck Jenna, I want you so bad." He drops his face until his soft lips meet my supple ones. He brushes them against mine, not innocent like a tease, but hot. The touch sends a sensation of shivers over my skin. He tastes like honey and a hint of vanilla; I can smell his musky cologne that radiates from his skin. I hardly have a moment to react before he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, and, at my grant of access, he delves inside my mouth. It is like my senses have all been seduced, and I can no longer think straight. My brain has gone mush, and my legs numb. He kisses me with so much fire and passion yet keeping it gentle and demanding. His tongue is stroking the inner sides of my cheek, and we intertwine. The way he moves with his tongue feels like he is making love to my mouth. "Tyler." He places his finger over my lips and kisses me. We are kissing like crazy now as our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced before. Every square inch of my body dissolves into him. His fingers grip my hair, and he pulls me closer. My veins throb, and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. "For fuck sakes, Jenna. Why do you have to feel so good?" "Tyler, I want you to take me." "No, I am not ready." After our bodies finally stop panting, I manage to exhale and catch my breath. He is going to drive me stir crazy; he is hot as fuck, all I want to do is feel him between my legs." "Have you decided what you are going to do?" He asks. "Do with what?" "Are you staying in this town?" "Yes, I am." "Do you see yourself staying with Clara?" I burst out laughing; the mere reaction is a silent answer to a question that needs no explaining. Yet he waits for me to speak, "She is a bit uptight, and she can't cook. What are my other options?" "You are not going to find anywhere else to stay in town." "That sucks, then I probably can't stay in this town." "I have a proposal for you." His words send a tingle over my body, the way he smiles fuels that desire to kiss him again. "What proposal?" I ask, trying not to give my clear excitement away. "Does it involve sex?" "Nice try," he chuckles from deep in his chest. "I want you to stay in the house there at the back," he adds. "You want? I don't understand the proposal?" "I am offering, but I also want it for myself." "What for yourself?" "For you to stay here." "Why?" "Just because I want it," he shyly says while he stares down and twirls his wine around in his glass. "That is not an answer." "It is now." "No, it's not." "Are you being difficult?" "Yes, I am." "You are impossible," he whispers as he takes my hand into his and gently caresses my palm. "I think you have told me that a few times before," I remind him as I give into the sensations that shoot through my body by his mere touch. "You are going to make me say it aren't you?" He asks. "Yes. Women like hearing these things." "I want you to stay for me." "But you don't know me." "I have kissed you enough times to know that I like you." The thought that he wants me set my body alight and brings a warmth to my heart. This god of a man wants me. But am I ready? Is he ready? "No strings attached?" I ask. "No strings attached." "No expectations, no relationships." "I agree. I just like being around you." "And I like what you are doing to me. You bring me out of my skin." "Then it's set; you move in at the back." After lunch, we head back into town. I reach for the music player; he slaps my hand. "You are not playing that awful song again." "I am going to play it loud every day." "You won't dare." "Watch me." "Are you going to be home every day?" I ask as I try to distract him while I try to get the music player going. "Most of the days," he answers, fully aware of my intention to play my song. So out of true interest, I ask, 'What exactly do you do?" "I am in management." "What management?" "Managing people." "What people?" "People of all sorts.' "Where are these people?" "All around here." Why is he being so secretive about what he does? Can it be something truly bad that it will shock to my core if he does tell? "It does not explain what you do. Do you run a brothel?" "No!" "Like a sex shop?" "No!" "What is your company s name?" "Why do you ask so many questions?" "Cause I like knowing all the answers." I watch him as he taps on the steering wheel. I think I am starting to overstep a line, and I do not want him to push me away. His heart is already guarded; I do not wish for him to shut me out. For now, for the time being, I shall step back and allow him his privacy. Once he sees I stop my quest for answers, he relaxes into his mysterious hot self. He looks over to me with his dimpled smile, "I am going to drop you at Clara; I will be back in half an hour." "Where are you going?" "Quick business in town." After Tyler drops me off, I head inside, where I find Clara in the lounge. "Hey stranger, I have not seen you around for a few days," she says as she is dying to know where I have been. "I was with Tyler at his place." "Oh, I see. Are you guys becoming like a thing?" "No, not at all." "Tyler only spends time with women that he really likes. He does not take just any women home, either." "There is seriously nothing between us." "I know Tyler very well." "Yes, he told me." "Told you what?" "About you and him." "He likes you," she answers with a hint of jealousy in her voice. "He does not open up to anyone." "Then I should probably not tell you I am moving in at the back place." "What?" She raises her voice in shock, very displeased with what I have told her. "He did not even allow me to.' "I am sorry." "Don't be sorry, please just don't get hurt." "Can I ask you a question?" "Yes?" "What work does he do?" "That you must ask him," she too shuts me out. "I did," I reply. "He did not answer me." "It's nothing bad, don't worry." An hour later, we are back at Tyler's place. We are sitting down on the deck, staring at the stars above. "Tyler." "Yes?" "How do you say this town's stupid name?" "Try it," he says with a cheeky smile on his face, and I just know he is going to tease me. "Cork-could-bright," I say confidently. "Not even close." "Kirculd-bright." "Nope." "You are teasing me." "You easy to tease./And you cute when you frustrated." "Just tell me." "Kir-koo-bree. Kirkcudbright."