Tempting Perfection
“Fuck yes.”
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Chapter Seventeen
Sawyer
As I stepped out of the limo. a cold breeze blew against my overheated flesh, and goose bumps formed in the wake. This is happening. Really happening. After all this time, dreaming…hoping…something had changed. I felt it in the intensity of his stare. And Kurt never said anything he wasn’t sure of.
Kurt grabbed my hand and began to walk faster than I could keep up. His hurried movements showed he was anxious. In the rush, I nearly tripped. “Slow down. It won’t be any fun spending our evening in the ER with a broken ankle,” I commented with a giggle.
Kurt whirled around in a flash and picked me up, cradling me to his chest. “I think we’ve waited long enough. Those shoes—”
“Are fantastic and make my ass look great.”
We grinned at each other like two totally smitten people. I was about to make another smart comment when he pressed his mouth against mine, silencing me.
His lips.
His touch.
His taste.
It was better than I remembered. A perfect combination of silk, sweetness, and lust. Our tongues danced, and our need for each other grew to a combustible level. His hold tightened on me as I kissed him harder and nipped his lip. Kurt growled into my mouth as he climbed the stairs to the bus.
This passion between us nearly made me orgasm on the spot. We were like two elements coming together and combusting.
When we were barely inside the bus, he set me down, and instantly our hands were all over each other. Mine found his belt buckle, and I nearly stumbled, trying to walk and unbuckle at the same time. Kurt picked me up again, carried me over to the counter, and set me on the edge. With his eyes locked on mine, he caressed my leg all the way to my ankle, where he gently removed my shoe and tossed it over his shoulder.
“Those are expensive.”
He repeated the motion, tossing the other one, tempting me to stop him. But I bit my lip, saying nothing, and he stepped back to take off his shirt. Man, I loved seeing his body. My breaths hitched as he stalked toward me again.
I realized my dress had risen indecently high. Then finally, we were back in each other’s space, our breaths mingling. I wanted this more than anything. This moment was beyond anything I had hoped for.
His thumb came up and grazed my nipple where it puckered against the material of my dress. Even the smallest of touches sent need racing through me. Kurt’s free hand traced lazily up the inside of my leg, sending shivers.
“Are you wet, Sawyer?”
“Very. And I need you to make me come.”
His hand moved a little higher, and I was nearly panting with the rising desire.
“What do you need?” His voice was husky and deep.
I swallowed and stuttered, hardly able to stand it. “Y-you. On-only y-you.”
His finger barely grazed my clit, and I moved closer to get more friction. In response, Kurt pinched my nipple. “You like?” The catch of his voice sent a little thrill through me.
I needed all of him; otherwise I might implode. “Kurt, please, give me more.”
With just the tip of his finger, he traced a delicate path until he reached my opening, teasing me.
“Oh, Kurt! Please. Stop fucking around!”
He pinched my other nipple. Hard. And I liked it. A lot.
“This dress is a walking wet dream.” Kurt’s hands moved to my knees, and I whimpered at the loss of touch while they trailed up my thighs. “And I don’t want anyone else to see my wet dreams.”