Page 25 of Acting on Instinct
Rory wasn’t convinced that good things were happening.
He scrambled out from under the table to come sniff over Kira.
“She’s fine, Rory,” Ty said. “I’m taking good care of her. Go find your place and lie down.”
Rory stomped his foot.
“I can’t take good care of Kira if you’re distracting me. Go lie down.”
Rory trotted into the living room and folded himself onto his cot with his head resting on his stuffed octopus.
“Good job, stay there,” Ty commanded.
Ty held Kira effortlessly in his arms as he waited a moment to make sure that Rory was going to behave, then he turned toward the stairs.
As he put his first foot on the tread, Kira tightened her arms around his neck, tucked her head in, and clung to him.
Ty stalled, letting the arm beneath Kira’s knees slowly drop away so she was standing on a tread, and he was holding her to him. They stood there, eye to eye. “Kira, are you okay?” He searched her face, with concern darkening his eyes.
“I don’t know. I have a funny feeling,” she whispered.
“Do you want to come back to the living room and talk about it?”
“No.” She gripped him tighter so he wouldn’t turn away. “I want you to drive it from my mind. I want you to move the sensation out of my body.” That was terrible, she thought as she heard herself. She must have borrowed that line from one of her novels.
Ty took that incredibly seriously. “How long have you felt this way?” he demanded.
“I don’t know. A while.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“There’s nothing to tell. What would you have changed about anything?”
Ty looked around as if the answer could be found in the wind rustling through the limbs outside the window or maybe caught on the frame of one of the paintings in her front hall. Andwhen he didn’t find what he was looking for, he focused back on Kira. “I want to—I need to—"
“Protect me and make my monsters go away. I know you do. But I pay professionals for that. I don’t want that from you. What I want from you is your company and your skills between the sheets.” She changed her voice to an English heroine, “Which you deny me, sir, by standing on the stairs having a conversation that’s going nowhere and will solve nothing.”
“Tell me what you want me to do, Kira,” Ty whispered.
Kira paused before she said, “Slow.”
That wasn’t what he expected to hear. He had to change gears. He nodded. “That suits.”
“I want you to be masterful.” She let her lips wrap around the words, letting them feel round and rich on her tongue.
“Oh, that’s how you want this to go?” Ty chuckled.
Kira loved how his eyes grew dark and lascivious.
If she didn’t already know that lustful energy that radiated from his body, it could have been intimidating.
But with Ty, her body responded, vibrating need into a hot ache.
Kira knew Ty had the strength to do anything to her that he wanted and loved that he tamed any instinct that would put his needs before her pleasure and safety.
In her life, men with that kind of power wielded it to feed their egos, but not Ty.
She lifted her hand to lay it on his chest; his heart raced under her palm.
