Page 15 of Tempt

My head was spinning so fast I didn’t dare open my eyes. “I wonder howyoutaste.”Like sugar or salt?Or maybe something else to go along with all the other things I couldn’t quite figure out about Theo.

His scars and his odd accent.

His changing moods around me—but no one else.

How his passion for some things was only equaled by his distaste for others.

I bet he tasted like something completely new.

He unhooked my bra and tossed it away, turning me around to face him. He paused an inch from my lips. “Last chance to back out, Allison.”

There was already no turning back, didn’t he know that? “Kiss me.”

He grunted in reply, then slowly—finally—touched his lips to mine. Thank god he was holding me up. The moment our lips met everything disappeared. There was no up or down. No right or wrong. Just us.

It wasn’t an instant explosion like I imagined it would be. Instead it was slow. Very quiet. So quiet I could hear the soft groan in the back of his throat a split second before my vision went white. He took my breath away.

My skin tingled until it finally hit. All that lust and anticipation exploded into hands and tongues and an insatiable need to finally have Theo inside me. I kissed him back, my fingers in his hair, pulling him into me like my life depended on it. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along mine, testing me, teasing me.

But the bastard was still dressed.

Shouldn’t clothes spontaneously combust in situations like this? I mean seriously? There was enough heat to make just about anything catch fire and our bodiesneededto be melded together. The clothes—in a world that made any sense at all—should have just disappeared.

But they didn’t.

So I pushed his blazer over his shoulders and tugged at his tie, which made him smile against my kisses. “In a hurry?”

“Aren’t you?” I gasped.Why were there still clothes?

“Oh no. I’ve waited weeks for this. I’m sure as fuck going to enjoy every second.”

Oh… shit… Did he really just say what I think he just said?I might have audibly whimpered. I’m not really sure because I was too far gone after that to really know what I did or did not do.

“Sit.”

I sat. In my panties and heels, knowing full well that I looked good. Theo was clearly a “heels-on” kind of guy. I could see the way his eyes kept dropping to my feet and his eyebrow arched—just a little—like he was thinking of a hundred different scenarios in which high heels and sex could be a fun combination.

Well, at leastIwas thinking that.

He removed his tie and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, putting on a little show for me. Maybe it turned him on to have me watching him, undressing him with my eyes a split second before his shirt fell open.

I licked my lips cuz yeah, I was totally undressing him. But Theo kept drawing it out like this striptease was fun.

Stupid clothes.

Then he opened his shirt and I forgot to care about clothes. Sexy fucking abs were just the beginning of all the things right with Theo Sutherland. The man clearly worked out everyday. He was lean and sculpted, but not overly muscly. He was strong and fit.

And drop dead gorgeous.

Not to mention his chest and left arm were covered in a gorgeous tattoo. Armor, down to his elbow. The artwork and shading were gorgeous. But I didn’t waste time on that. There were far more important things to see.

“Now the pants.”

He looked up at me, a half-grin on his lips. “Demanding.” That brogue was back. Rough and purring. It washed over my skin and I couldn’t wait to hear it in my ear.

And then he was stark naked in front of me. His gorgeous cock fully erect and glistening at the tip. I shuddered with need from my head to my toes. The throb between my legs demanded attention.

“Fuck me Theo. Please?” The words fell out of my mouth before I consciously thought about what I was saying. My body took over, apparently pushed past its limit and to the point of begging.

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