The Temptation (Filthy Rich Americans 5)

Thankfully, he retreated, giving me room to drop down and shift so I was sitting to one side.

“You are,” I said between hurried breaths, “way too good at that.”

He moved so he was beside me on the floor, giving me a perfect view of his dazzling smile. “And you,” he dropped a kiss on my shoulder, “are pretty damn good at that.” His head tilted toward the safe.

I pulled my gloves off and tossed them aside. “I had help.”

Electricity glimmered in his eyes. “You did it despite my help.”

He leaned in, and I met him halfway, causing our mouths to collide in a kiss that contained enough heat to power a small city. My victory made me feel invincible, and I cupped his face in my hands, climbing into his lap.

I’d had an orgasm, but I wasn’t satisfied—not until he’d had one, too.

When I pushed a hand between our bodies and palmed him through his pants, a soft groan came from him. The muscles along his sharp jawline flexed as he locked his teeth, but he didn’t discourage by urging my hand away, and he didn’t tell me to stop.

Not even when I sat back and used both hands to undo the button and drop his zipper.

I touched his erection through the soft, thin fabric of his underwear, and he dropped down onto his back, giving me more room. It was a clear signal he was okay with this.

“Finally built up that tolerance to me?” I teased with both my words and a fingertip tracing the outline of him.

He didn’t use words to reply. Instead, he hooked his thumbs in his underwear and pushed the waistband down until it was stretched across his thighs, leaving him totally available. Then, he lifted his head and peered at me with a silent challenge.

He wanted me to touch him.

Finally.

I closed my fist around his dick, and an aftershock of pleasure spiked through me when he blew out a long, satisfied breath. He was so hard and throbbed in my hand as I gave him a slow, tight stroke. I loved the way his chest rapidly rose and fell. How his hands at his sides tightened into fists. The low groan he gave when I moved faster.

It was a little like being back in high school, the way I worried about someone coming in and catching us fooling around. I liked the added element of danger, even when it wasn’t a big deal now. We were both adults, and yes, I was naked, but we weren’t having sex. A handjob was relatively tame.

I barely got a second hand on him before he launched upright. He seized my shoulders and pulled me down, turning me onto my back. It was an awkward tangle of limbs, and he was constricted by the pants around his knees, but when I was beneath him and he settled between my legs, all the air whooshed out of my body.

We were only a heartbeat away from sex.

His kiss was urgent, and he rubbed against me, letting me feel the full length of his cock against my clit. Holy fuck, I couldn’t stop myself from responding. My hips moved to line us up.

“Can we forget about my ‘no sex’ policy?” he whispered in between mind numbing kisses.

Yes, my body chanted, but I ignored that. “What?”

His mouth brushed over my cheek as his lips made their way to my ear. “I don’t care about it anymore. All I care about it you.” He delivered a tender kiss just below my ear and pushed up on his arms so he could look at me. His eyes were full of need, but also longing. “I mean it, Emery. You’re all I can think about.”

I lifted a hand and pressed my palm over his heart. “It’s the same for me.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer. I just want to be with you, in every way possible. Don’t you want that?”

God, how I did. “Of course, but you’re so close to finishing. Only three days left.”

“That’s a lifetime.”

Maybe he was joking or maybe he was serious. It was impossible to tell. He returned to my lips, delivered a kiss that was full of seduction, and his hips moved, making him slide subtly between my legs. The sensation of his bare skin against mine sent goosebumps flooding down my calves. All I’d have to do was move an inch and give him the word he was desperate for.

It simmered inside me, wanting to come out.

The temptation of him was so overwhelming, I nearly broke under it.

But he’d told me how important this vow was and that he wanted to complete it, and I’d promised to help him if his willpower faltered. How could I let him give up when he was so close to the finish line? I didn’t want him to look back on our first time with regret.