Page 421 of The Tempted

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a dream,” she whispered.

“Starting to wonder if you are,” I admitted, pushing back the threats, the bad vibes, all the things that could turn this thing we had into a nightmare. I pushed back the truth because the lie was the dream.

“You know what dreams are don’t you, Riggs?” she questioned, as she unbuttoned my jeans and drew down the zipper. Liking where this was going, I reached behind me and retrieved my gun from the waistband and laid it gently against the roof of the car. “They’re the things you’re too afraid to go out and grab. A dream is a subconscious plea, it’s a taunting voice telling you to grab your balls and take what you want,” she explained, lifting her eyes back to mine. “Do you ever dream?”

Christ, shut up. Please.

I was two seconds from getting down on my knees and not to get a taste of the thing I craved most but to beg her to stop talking.

Every word she said I fell deeper into the abyss.

I’d never be able to get out.

She palmed my cock and whispered against my ear.

“Dream with me,” she said softly.

I lifted my hand to her cheek, turned her slightly and took her lips, silencing that mouth before it ruined me. My fingers threaded her hair as my lips worked hers, slowly, achingly, before the brutal assault of my tongue and teeth. She met my demands, played right into my hands or maybe I played into hers, this was her fantasy after all, either way she parted her lips and invite me inside.

Her tongue greeted me, welcoming me home, just like she did every fucking night I walked in the door.

Home.

Dreams.

Everything I never wanted.

Everything I had wrapped around me.

She pushed me back, lifting her skirt, letting the stretchy material pool around her belly, and lifted her hips as she shimmied her panties down her legs. I watched as she bent her leg and pulled her panties from her ankle, twirling them around her finger with a smile on her face.

“Dream with me,” she repeated, only this time there was no soft whisper of the words and instead a bold demand. She spread my cut open, reaching inside and tucking her lace panties into the inside pocket. “I promise they’ll be good dreams…every single one,” she whispered, before pulling me back to her and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I knew every dream we shared would be beautiful in their own right. Every single one, starting from the one we were in the middle of sharing right now, to the one growing inside of her. I gave into her like I always did because I have no fucking idea how to say no.

And I didn’t want to.

As God as my witness, I never want to say no.

I’m going to Hell.

I grabbed her face and crushed my mouth against hers as she worked my boxer briefs down to release my cock. I blocked out her words, her goddamn quest for a dream and turned a heavy moment, a moment I’d go to my grave thinking of, and turned it into just sex.

Just sex.

Something I knew.

Something I wasn’t scared of.

Something I wasn’t afraid of losing.

I reached down, dragging my fingers along her wetness. Kitten was always drenched for me, always taking my cock like she was made for me and only me. I parted her lips, wrapping my hand around my shaft and brought my thick head, glistening with her dreams and her promises, to her pussy.

I cupped the back of her neck with one hand as my other hand fell to her hip and I pushed inside of her. Keeping my eyes on hers as I succumbed to the abyss, inch by inch, each beat of my heart, each beat of hers.

“Riggs…” she moaned, as I filled her.

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