Chasing Temptation (Chasing Love 2)

The man wasn’t a liar. He was in fact devouring her. Lapping and sucking. Coaxing every ounce of pleasure and building it to a peak that she couldn’t fight. She watched his strong jaw move and his brows draw tight, like he was tasting the finest dessert and concentrating on experiencing every morsel.

Just when she thought he’d gently take her over the edge and give her a nice, slow climax, he closed his teeth over her clit and sucked hard.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed when the sharp sting turned into heady lust and raced through her. “Bass,” she whispered, but it came out more of a strangled breath. “I’m going to come.”

Not just come, she was going to burst into a thousand pieces. The nip of pain, mixed with the hot suction of his mouth made her body jolt with such intensity, she barely kept herself upright.

The case of beer her foot rested on shook. As her body trembled, the sound of glass bottles gently dinging against each other echoed in the small storage room.

Cupping her whole breast, he massaged and squeezed with the right amount of pressure to send her flying even further over the edge. Zings of pleasure shot through her as he buried his tongue deep one final time. His fingers dug into her thigh as he clutched her closer to him, drawing out the bliss and drinking her down as she moaned his name.

It didn’t end. Nothing had ever felt so good. So sexy and wicked. And he kept going. Plunging deep, like he couldn’t get enough. With her head thrown back and nails digging into his scalp, she had no choice but to let the explosive orgasm keep coming. Over and over. And Bass was right there to catch her.

With a few lingering licks, he rose to his feet and faced her. She was breathless and trembling.

“That was lesson number two,” he said with a husky pride that made her melt another degree. “Challenging me in public only brings out my competitive side.”

“I didn’t—”

“You want to claim that you just faked that too?”

She snapped her mouth shut. Oh, that. Yeah, she’d said that to piss him off. Instead, he’d used it as a reason to remind her that her pants were on fire from the fib.

He grinned and ran his thumb along his lower lip, then sucked it.

“Mmmm. Tastes like sweet, sweet victory.” With that, he turned, opened the storage door, and left, closing the door behind him.

She stood there, bare from the waist down, one breast out and her mouth hanging open in a daze.

Another point for the lawyer. It was the second time he’d gotten the better of her body, then walked away. It wasn’t lost on her that he’d not only not had sex with her, but he also hadn’t kissed her. Well, on the mouth at least.

This was a game. And her lessons were only making her more and more greedy for what he held back. He could have his control, but she needed to tap into her strength.

Through the door, she heard the faint ding of the bell, followed by the cook’s rumbling voice.

“Order up!”

Chapter Four

The smell of roses and carnations engulfed the room as Penny wound through the chilled little hut, looking at centerpiece options with Jenna.

“Thank you so much for doing this with me,” Jenna said.

The wedding flowers had been picked out a while ago, but Penny thought brightening up the tables with some decor would be nice. The entire event was her wedding present to Colt and Jenna. While the menu and preparations were a bit stressful, she loved the event.

Weddings were fun. And this was the closest she had ever come to one. Marriage and a family were things she wanted eventually. Actually, if she were honest, she’d hoped eventually would be sooner than later. She knew now she had some personal growth to finish first, and she’d thought Sebastian would be the thing that put her on the fast track.

But he hadn’t spoken to her since yesterday’s storage room scandal. A climatic event that had her blood still racing and her body on fire.

She’d known the man for the majority of her life, yet after the past couple of days, the term “knowing him” was rapidly evolving. There’d been lust in his eyes, and even though she knew better than to hope for more, she found herself wondering “what if?”

But she couldn’t tackle that idea. She had another question pressing into her thoughts since the other day: How?

How could he make her feel the way she did—sexy and sinful—but also make her feel crazed, annoyed with just a hint of comfort? Like the second she was in his grasp, his hands would never let her stray too far. And how would things be between them after the two weeks? She didn’t even know how tomorrow would be.

She shook her head, the questions frustrating and irritating because she didn’t have an answer to any of them. All she could do was wait…and hope for another stolen moment with the powerful attorney. Maybe then she’d have a better idea of how to handle these hot flashes.

“You okay?” Jenna asked, snapping Penny back to the present.