Page 36 of Tempt Me

After I turn in my seat, she leans toward me and places her finger on my lips. “Whatever you were going to say, don’t. I’m not a virgin. You’re not a virgin. We’ve known each other for years, and we’re physically attracted to each other. I’m on the pill, so I won’t get pregnant. So, what’s the big deal?” Her eyes glow under the streetlight. “We don’t have to make this into a big deal.”

I snatch her wrist and pull her hand away from my lips. “Enough.” The ease with which she’s reminding me it’s not a big deal is pissing me off. It is a big fucking deal.

“I….” She licks her lips and gnaws on the plump bottom one as she settles back into her seat with her eyes glued to the window beside her head. “Never mind.” She grabs the door handle. “I’ll go back inside and call for an Uber. Thanks for rescuing me. It means a lot.”

“Bella,” I growl, and she snaps her head back around. My decision is made in that instant. I can’t let her walk away. I want one taste of heaven. Even if it kills me in the process. When is anything you crave ever good for you? Never. That’s why it’s so good.

“Yes?”

“You aren’t going anywhere. Get over here.” I grasp her free hand and tug her toward me.

She drops the door handle, spins sideways in her seat and the heat in her eyes takes my breath away. Her gaze darts from my eyes to my lips and back up again.

“Is this what you want?” I ask while clasping the back of her head and slamming my mouth against hers. Jesus. Sweet heaven. My eyes shut as she moans, opening her mouth and lightly touching my tongue with the tip of hers. That one touch is all it takes to ignite a flame inside of me.

I haul her onto my lap. With her thighs straddling me, I run my hands over every inch of her while never stopping my assault on her mouth. She tastes like pineapple, grapefruit, and vodka. The way she rocks into my aching dick is more than I deserve, but at the same time, it’s the salve to my soul.

I’ve had enough bad in my life from my father getting arrested on my 5thbirthday after only being out for a few days to more Christmas mornings than I can remember with only underwear and socks under the tree. She’s, my present. My reward for all those nights wishing on the stars for something good to happen in my life. For her to happen in my life.

I grab her ass and press into her center, begging that I don’t scare her away.

She leans back and smiles. “That was amazing. I’m not going to ask you how you got to be such a good kisser.” Her softness and curves are pure perfection against my solid form. I yearn to take her right here and never stop. Claim her. Demand she never touch another man.

“It’s you.” The words fall out of my mouth before I can take them back as the scent of her fills my nostrils. Coconut and vanilla with a hint of cigarette smoke from the bar. My nerves are on fire. I feel like a torn blanket with one string holding everything together.

Her nose wrinkles as she jerks her head backward. “I’m not a good kisser. It’s not like I’ve had that much practice.” Her eyes narrow slightly as she settles onto my thighs, leaving a gap between our bodies. Space I don’t want. “So don’t feed me full of lines.”

“I wasn’t.” There’s nothing more I can say without telling her I love her, and the reason it feels so good is because we belong together. I know. I’ve kissed more girls than I should’ve, and nothing came close to feeling like this.

My hands shake as I cup her face. “Don’t let the gaslighting that Brock did on you impact your future. I don’t know what he said to you but you’re beautiful and smart.” I smirk. “With just the right amount of sass. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

“Lord.” She shivers and shakes her head. “I don’t know how some woman hasn’t tied you to her bed and kept you.”

I arch an eyebrow. “I’m game.”

She laughs not realizing I’m serious. The lights from a car two rows over flashes over us. I’m serious. One word from her,and I’d never stop trying to be the man she deserves. Even if I fall woefully short.

Her eyes dance as she wraps her arms around my neck and arches into me. “I don’t have any rope, but you don’t seem to be trying to get away either.”

When her lips land on mine again, I groan with a mixture of contentment and frustration. Once will never be enough. I slide my hands under her shirt, lifting the fabric while caressing her flesh and loving every inch of her curves. She practically purrs as I caress her. Her responsiveness sets off a primal response within me.

I lift her up, placing my mouth over her nipple, and suck down hard on the taut nub.

“Yes, please.”

Even through the silk of her bra, she can’t hide her eager response to me. I cup her other breast, flipping the material off her globe, pinching and twisting her nipple while working diligently to expose her other tit with my tongue.

“Oh, my God.” She convulses and digs her hands into my hair. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

She shoves her breast into my face and rotates her hips on my lap. “I’m not stopping. I’m not stopping until you’re a puddle of satisfaction and you can’t move. I’m going to destroy your hold on reality.”

Her eyes widen. “Who are you?”

“Your reward for being a good girl.”

“You’ve got to stop,” she whimpers. “I don’t orgasm without a vibrator and twenty minutes of stimulation. You’re not going to break my record without touching me because I want your hands on me.”

“God.” I bite my bottom lip, caressing down her body until I reach between her thighs. “I love a challenge.” I strike my fingers over her clit. “How’s that feel, baby?”

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