Daniella
I paused for a minute, staring straight at the heat in his eyes with my heels still strapped to my feet. My lips curved into a little smile as I opened my mouth to argue, but the dark and hungry look on his face stopped me. He looked like he was about to devour me.
“Tyler,” I said, seemingly innocent, “what are you–”
He didn’t let me finish my words. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands sliding up my legs, slowly and seductively.
“Shh,” he murmured as his lips landed on the inside of my right ankle, sending a shiver through me. “Let me take care of you.”
“Tyler, we’ve already–” I began, but his mouth moved higher, cutting my off as he kissed my legs then the soft skin behind my knee. My words dissolved into a gasp.
“You think I’m done with you?” he said,
