Torn

Chapter 14✓

"It appears that I can't help but to watch you, Miss Jones. I find that you are quite... enticing." His low voice rumbles.

I smirk and pull my hair out of its top bun before ducking under the water completely. After re-emerging from the water, I run my hands through my now wet hair and shake it out, my eyes locked on Tyler's.

Slowly, I saunter towards to edge of the water ensuring that I never lose eye contact. I can see his jaw clench tightly as he watches me. He stands up and backs away from the waters edge, barely making a sound.

One agonizingly slow step at a time, I make my way out of the cool water. As the water level drops below my breasts, bearing my painfully tight peaked nipples, I hear his sharp intake of breath.

It's a goddess damned thrill that I can affect him this way, and I'm seriously living for it. While I don't know who Tyler is all that well, our sexual chemistry and tension are off the charts. Still maintaining his eye contact, I give him my most seductive smile.

When I'm completely out of the water I watch his eyes lock onto to my cold and very perky nipples. I don't try to cover them up as I saunter up to him, swinging my hips more than I usually would. He licks his lips as his eyes slowly rake themselves over my wet body.

"My eyes are up here, Mister Evans." I purr and strut past him, over to my towel.

When I reach my towel and bend over to pick it up, I make sure my back is curved just right as to accentuate the curves of my behind.

In a flash Tyler is behind me, his hands resting gently on my hips. I can feel my back press against his chest as I stand back upright. A low growl vibrates against my back.

"What are you doing to me, Miss Jones?" He whispers in my ear, making me shudder.

"I assure you, Mister Evans, I have no idea what you are suggesting." I grin and push my ass against his hips. The low moan he emits sends little shock waves right to my core.

I don't have a lot of history with men. I was a virgin when I moved from Spiritwood at sixteen and then my parents kept me practically locked up from the rest of the world for years. I've never really had a boyfriend before.

It wasn't until I started travelling after my parents passed, that I started noticing the male attention I was receiving. I was awkward and timid around men for a long time, and it's been hard for me to be open to their advances.

A few years ago, I met a guy in Hawaii named Alec, and we hit it off right away. He's two years older than me and was sexy as sin. We spent a few days together exploring the land before moving on to explore each other's bodies. I let him take my innocence and then packed up and left the next day. I didn't even say goodbye, I didn't have the heart to.

There have been two people that I've been with intimately since then, but I always make sure no emotional connections are involved and that it stays purely physical.

Despite not having a lot of experience, I know that men find me attractive. I've watched enough movies and read enough books to know what to do with my body or what to say to them to peak their... interests so to say.

Tyler spins me around so quickly my vision blurs for a moment and my hands land on his chest once more as I catch myself before I stumble. The towel falls from my hands, fluttering softly back to the ground.

His hands burry themselves in my hair and I feel a light tug, pulling my head back so I can look into his eyes. His pupils are fully dilated and completely burning with lust. My breath hitches in my throat and wetness pools at my core.

"Mmm, sweet stuff, I think you know exactly what you're doing to me, and I think I may just be affecting you the same way." He rumbles.

Goddess be damned. This man is painfully attractive. My skin feels hot where our bodies touch. Don't give in, Carter! Don't let him make you lose the game. I have got to figure out how to make him kiss me.

His hands are still in my hair, and it stings a little as I reach onto my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "And what exactly would it be that I am doing to you, Mister Evans?"

I nip at his jawline lightly before I drop back flat on my feet, and I watch him shudder slightly. His hands leave my hair to wrap around my waist and he tugs my body flush to his in one quick but gentle motion.

I look up into his lust-filled eyes and watch him mentally battle himself with what he wants, and I internally celebrate. From our few interactions, I've determined that he's just as competitive as I am, but I can feel that I have this one in the bag. Victory will be mine.

"Fuck it. You win, sweet stuff. I yield. I need to know how you taste." He leans down towards me, and I close my eyes with the anticipation of his lips finally touching my own. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips before my body is jerked roughly from Tyler's embrace and I fall to the ground.

I look up quickly, my eyes round in confusion as I see Tyler's body fly through the air and tumble to the ground away from me. Quinn and Xander stand crouched in front of me in a defensive position and deafening growls are ripping up their throats. A blur of motion streaks through the air and Tyler stands in front of them growling and baring his teeth right back. His usual emerald green eyes are glowing blood red.

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Is. Happening.