Page 52 of Tempt

He shook his head. “I can’t. I employ just over two thousand people worldwide. I help take care of my mother and I am the only one who cares for Nicki. I can’t disappear. Not yet anyway.” Then he reached up and wove his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck, pulling me in for a soft kiss.

It jumpstarted my heart and took my breath away, so I leaned into the kiss, asking for more. I was feeling so much. Frustration over my own life choices, helplessness for Theo’s, and an overwhelming desire to make it all go away so we could simply enjoy being together somewhere so breathtakingly beautiful and isolated.

His hand crept up my leg, massaging along the way, until he reached the apex of my thighs. “What do you see when you close your eyes at night and your mind gets quiet?” He nibbled at my lower lip and brushed the tip of his nose along mine, sending waves of desire through me.

I closed my eyes and tried to answer him through the fog he was creating in my mind. “In college Liz—my best friend—and I had a plan. I still dream about it sometimes when I’m sleeping.” He pressed a soft kiss against the pulse in my neck and circled his fingers on my jeans. “I guess it’s still there in the back of my mind.”

His hand moved up to the hem of my sweater, pulling it away from my body so he could touch my skin beneath. I shuddered at the contact. His touch… oh, how his touch lit me up.

“What was the plan?”

He kept dropping kisses, some soft, some with suction behind them, while his hand slowly moved north to my bra.

“We’d buy and restore old houses. She does historic preservation and I’m an architect. Between the two of us we have the love and the knowledge to do it right.”

I moaned as his thumb ran over my bra, searching for my nipple under the thin fabric.

“I can speak from personal experience. You would be brilliant at it.”

I smiled. I loved that he knew my work. I loved even more that he appreciated it. “Thank you.”

“And that would be less stressful than working for Margaret?”

I laughed and then gasped as Theo started working both my nipples at once. It made it almost impossible to think or form words. Instead all I felt was an almost uncontrollable need to crawl on top of him. “Anything is less stressful than Margaret. She’s a tyrant.” I let him play with me while I held onto his shoulders. “Everything comes with it’s own brand of stress, it’s just a matter of picking which kind you can tolerate.”

“You have a point.” He pulled back and his hands stopped moving. “I’m so hard for you it hurts, but I don’t think there is any possible way to fuck on this dock without getting hurt.”

I laughed at his candid admission that this was a bad idea. “I was wondering where you were going with this.” Then I bit my lip. “I’ve always wanted to have sex on the hood of a car.” It wasn’t exactly a conference table, but it was hard and would most definitely put me on display.

He swallowed hard. “It’s possible you’re the perfect woman.”

We ran back to the car and I was breathless when he hoisted me up onto the hood with my jeans tossed across the windshield. There was no one for miles—at least that was how it felt. I hadn’t even heard a car out on the road. It was just me, Theo, the car beneath us, and the tree above. I’d have paid a photographer a shitload of money for a landscape picture of this. Too bad we hadn’t brought one along with us.

Theo unzipped his jeans and rolled on a condom. I could barely breathe as he slowly sank inside. Sometimes sex is justmore.More sensations, more pleasure, more electricity. And as we moved together, it was like someone was plugging me in and for the first time I could see and feel everything.

He moved so very, very slowly. Nothing about this sex was rushed. He watched me intently, making sure each and every thing he did pleased me.

And I was very pleased. Mind-blowingly pleased, actually.

“It turns me on to see you react like this,” he hissed as my body clenched around his cock. “Knowing that I’m the one that puts that look in your eyes? That’s the most addictive thing I’ve ever tried.”

I didn’t ask how many other addictive things he’d tried. My guess was that it was many.

Each time he moved deeper he paused, waiting for my body to expand and my gasps to slow. It was my second favorite part of sex with Theo. That initial stretch, the bite of pleasure mixed with pain as Theo invaded me, felt almost as good as orgasming.

But not quite.

And I really enjoyed the way he went about things. He was big, but I was getting used to him.Slowly. We’d found ways to move together, steps to take so that sex went smoothly and comfortably. And my absolute favorite was this. The way he would gently thrust and pause, feeling me expand around him as I grew wetter and hotter with each stroke of his cock. It was a rush—a little high I got to experience over and over. And the way he did it? The way he paused and watched me with fascination and undisguised pleasure—the way he waited before asking permission for more.

The excitement washed all the way out to my fingertips and I smiled up at him, peeking through my lashes. He grinned back, then rocked his hips to lubricate his cock, before sliding deeper.

I groaned and gasped, arching into him as a fresh wave of blinding pleasure hit me all at once and started the cycle all over again. Lighting-fast ecstasy followed by waves of pleasure-pain, and then a blissed-out high, all compliments of the sexy man grinning down at me with lust in his dark, passionate eyes.

He slid all the way, burying himself to the hilt and stopped, leaning over me so that we were nose to nose. “I thought sex with you was amazing before, but here? Fuck, woman. You’re going to kill me. Kill me and save me all at once.”

I didn’t know what the hell that was supposed to mean, but the intensity with which he was drinking me in told me it was a good thing. Theo was devouring me. The sounds of pleasure coming out of him were erotic, bringing my body to life cell by cell. I took him deeper, begged for more. “Harder, Theo. I want to feel you.” Now that the initial rush was subsiding I was becoming greedy. Being together was nice, but I wanted that high back.

“I don’t want to lose control.” He buried his face in the crook of my neck, shuddering and pumping slowly into me.

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