Bumped (Part 5 of 9)
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After the first couple of awkward questions Joy no longer needed him. Tyler stayed by her side regardless as she talked with Jim, then George at the Globe, and Fred at the Post, finally smoozing with the raisin bran muffin eating Mayor before the event wrapped up. He told her he wasn’t going anywhere and he meant it.
He liked how even now, as she talked with the hotel manager, she leaned against his body. Like she relied on him to support her. Like she wanted him there. Wanted him.
“Did you hear that?” Her blue eyes flashed.
He smiled down at her, bemused. “What?”
“He wants me to come back for New Years. As a guest baker. And,” she ran on breathlessly, “he is going to PAY me.”
Well he should if the manager expected them to give up their holidays. “That’s great, hon.” Tyler walked with her to the elevator, nodding as guests said hello.
A deep sigh from his tired baker. “So you see,” and there was the weight of the world in those three words, “why it won’t work out… For us.”
He pressed their floor number, frowning, not following her thinking. “Because we have to work New Years?”
She wiggled in his arms, driving his body crazy. “I know you have your own business, your own family. I don’t expect you to give them up for me, for All American, for…”
“Us?” Had she never been anyone’s priority? “I’d do anything for you, hon.” He followed her closely as she wandered down the hallway. “As for New Year’s, the office is closed and my family would enjoy spending the night in the city, staying at the hotel.” Grilling Joy about their relationship. “There’s that toy store near here, my niece-”
“Britney?”
She remembered his niece’s name. Tyler snapped his mouth closed, quickly swapping his damn pleased expression for a more neutral one. “Yeah, Brit bits, she’s a Barbie fanatic.”
Joy smiled up at him, the key card in the door, and he felt light headed. “I was too at that age.”
She must have been adorable. He kept close to her as she walked through the door, passing through the common room. “You had tea parties?”
“The best.” Smug. “Home made lemonade, mini cupcakes, perfectly iced.”
They would be. His junior baker.
Was frowning at her watch. “It’s getting late. The flight, you think we have time for a shower?”
A shower. Joy. Naked. “Yes,” he squeaked out, following her into the bathroom, watching as she turned the water on.
Joy released her hair, held up by a clip, shaking it out. Her hair would feel soft. It would… Tyler reached out.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He gripped the tiled wall instead. What was he doing? Seeing Joy naked, that was what. It was a risk but after fantasizing about Joy for a year, he had to. Today. “We have time for A shower, not two separate showers.”
“Tyler. I… I don’t know.” She chewed her bottom lip, her face flushed.
He knew. He undid the top button of his shirt. “That’s all we will do, hon. I won’t touch you unless…” All his dreams came true.
Joy glanced back at the shower stall. “I don’t think that’s possible. It’s an awfully small space. We might not fit.” Came out in a rush of words.
“We will.” Oh, they would. If they had to shower with the door open, they would. Please Joy, he silently begged her. His shirt dropped to the floor.
Her eyes dropped to his chest. He sucked in his gut, flexing his muscles, waiting for her decision.
It was her decision. If she said no, he wouldn’t push her. But he hoped…
“Okay.” Although the word was barely audible, Tyler had been listening for it. Her consent given, she turned away from him, undressing quickly, as though her flurry of activity would prevent him from seeing that wonderfully exposed skin, her womanly body, her…
He was as hard as a pole. Could he do this? Not touch her? He had to. He promised. “That water better be cold,” he muttered, lunging forward.
Drawing a nervous laugh from his girl. She faced away from him, showing him only the curve of her backside, her body a delightful shade of pink. There was no room, especially if he couldn’t touch her. He clenched his fists, trying to control himself. “Scoot over.”
Big blue eyes looked up at him. “I can’t. There’s no room. I said it wouldn’t…” Her words drifted off as her glance lowered. “Ohhhh.”
The part of the body she stared at bobbed. “Joy, hon,” he chuckled harshly, “I said I wouldn’t touch you and I won’t unless…” She turned, a hand over her breasts, the other trying to conceal those private curls, and Tyler lost his train of thought. She was beautiful, so very beautiful.
She stilled, staring at him. He stared back. He wanted her. More than anything he had ever wanted. To touch her…
He was so keyed up, he jerked as she tentatively placed a hand on the center of his chest. “Unless?”
Her exposed breasts glistened with water. He wanted to lick…
No, he forced himself to focus on the question. “Unless you want me to.” His breathing sped up as her hand moved, as she stepped forward, her hip brushing against him.
“Ummm…” That hand stroked downwards, light, hesitant, causing his stomach to ripple.
“Do you want me to, Joy?” The way she was touching him said she did but he had to be sure. About what she wanted. He wouldn’t rush this.
Joy didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She couldn’t come out and tell him what she wanted. It was too brazen, too forward, too selfish. She circled his belly button, head bowed, face burning. “Don’t you want to?” she whispered.
“Yes.” A groan. “Hell, yes.”
He wanted her. Tyler Hamilton wanted her. And she wanted him. So much. “We haven’t much time.” They had to get to the airport and then… She didn’t want to think of what would happen when they landed. When he got back to his own business, his own life.
“We don’t.” His chest heaved as though he struggled with a heavy burden.
Why wouldn’t he touch her? She wanted, needed his arms around her. Now. Forever and tomorrow be damned. “This has to be fast.” Joy swiveled her hips against him.
His eyes widened. “Joy, please, hon,” he huffed, “tell me do you want me to?”












on December 2nd, 2009 at 2:15 pm
Okay, can you say - you are killing me slowly!!!! I am loving this story up… and you can tell your editor that this story freaking rocks apples!!!!
I hope all is well for you my dear friend!!!
Love ya!
Cecile
on December 2nd, 2009 at 2:16 pm
Oh my some sexy stuff
And no, you didn’t leave us hanging like that! You know I’ll beg for more to read now