Tempt Me
He was lying. He just plain wanted her. But the choice whether to come to him was hers. It always would be.
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Mia looked at the handsome, sexy man beckoning her to him with open arms. She’d walked away once before and she wasn’t sure she had the strength to do it again. She glanced down at his hand before placing her smaller, uninjured palm against his.
Skin brushed skin. An electric pulse danced up her arm, traveled through her body to her breasts, hardening her nipples and thudding through her swollen sex.
“Is this wrong?” she asked him, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze.
“Only if we think it is.” He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers gentle as they slid over her cheek, the featherlight touch arousing her even more.
She leaned into him, his masculine scent going to her head. “It feels like a cliché to say this but how can it be wrong if it feels so good?” And it did. Her entire body was buzzing with need.
His hand drifted to cup her jaw. Tipping her head, he brushed his lips over hers. At the first touch of his mouth, all her concerns fled in the wake of his potent masculine need. He held her chin in his hand and kissed her, his tongue passing through her lips and tangling with hers.
Heat cascaded through her and she needed more. More of his hot mouth taking her, dominating her lips, and just more of him. She climbed into his lap, straddling him, settling her knees on either side of his thighs, and grinding her sex against his hard erection. She couldn’t get close enough fast enough, the barrier of clothing between them driving her insane.
His cock was thick and she needed to touch him, to feel his skin against her hand. She pulled at the drawstring on his athletic pants in an attempt to do just that, but the movement hurt her stitches, causing her to wince and moan under his mouth.
“You’re going to hurt yourself.” He grasped her wrist, pulling her hand against her side. “Let me do the work,” he said in a gruff, sexy voice.
“If you insist.” She knew anything he did would make her feel good. “But let’s take this to a bedroom. I don’t want to get caught,” she said.
“Good idea. Your place or mine?” he asked with a sexy wink.
She laughed at his playfulness. “Your call.” She didn’t know which made more sense or wouldn’t her haunt more later. If he chose her room, she’d have memories of him in her bed. If he chose his, it would feel too intimate.
“I’ve got a secure lock,” he said, grasping her good hand and leading her out of the family room, up the stairs, and to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
She wanted time to catalogue things about the man, his taste in furniture, and the personal effects sitting around. Although she straightened up after herself and Bailey, he had a cleaning service do a more thorough job once a week. She’d never had a reason to come into his personal domain. But no sooner had he turned the lock on the door than he picked her up and laid her on the bed, his big body coming down on hers, and all thoughts of anything but his hard muscles and warm breath against her skin were gone in an instant.
“I’ve been going crazy, lying in this bed, imagining you right downstairs, wondering if you sleep in sexy lingerie or a simple tee shirt with your gorgeous breasts peeking through.” He slid her shirt up and over her head and tossed it to the floor.
She wore a flimsy bra, just enough to be appropriate walking through the house, and he moved the cups aside, allowing her breasts to show above, pushed together by the stretch of fabric against her full mounds.
“So fucking perfect.” He bent his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth, tugging with his teeth until the same sensations shot straight to her core.
Her panties were already damp, and she writhed beneath him, seeking friction and harder contact he was only too happy to give. His hard cock ground against her sex while he played and toyed with her breasts and nipples, alternating between each, long, loving laps of his tongue and short bites with his teeth that had her hips bucking beneath him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, digging the fingernails of her good hand into his ass, holding him tight as she strained against him.
He pushed himself upright to a sitting position, grasping her arms and placing them over her head. “You seem to forget I’m the one doing the work. Which means I’m the one in charge.” His eyes gleamed with determination and a heady, sexy fire, his demanding tone arousing her even more. “I want to make sure you don’t hurt your hand. Besides, I want to make you feel good.”
He flicked open the front clasp of her bra and helped her writhe out of the garment before turning his attention to the sweat pants. He tugged on the white drawstring and pulled the pants loose, then moved aside and stripped her, removing her panties along with the sweats.