Page 47 of Sweet Temptation
He drags his rough hands up my bare thighs, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches, and I fail to fight back a whimper.
It feels good.Hefeels good.
His callused fingers slide under my old tee and ghost over my hips, my ribs, my breasts. He pushes my shirt over my head and drops it to the growing pile of clothes next to us.
A shiver cascades down my body as I stand before him in nothing but pale-pink, sheer panties held together by two tiny silk strings at each hip. The hungry look in Lucky’s eye is decadent as he stares at me, making me feel like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
I wish we had light. Hell, I wish we could turn on every light in the house just so I could see every detail of his face and remember every second of this for all the years to come, however many there are. But that’s not the night I’ve been given. Instead, I stand here, desperate and needy, trying to commit every look to memory.
Needy for this man who I want more than I ever knew I could want someone.
More than I even realized I wanted him... until now.
But Lucky doesn’t rush like I wish he would.
He doesn’t reach for me like I’m aching for him to.
He doesn’t kiss me or touch me.
He holds my eyes with his.
Concern staring back at me.
“Tell me you want this, Lexie. Tell me you’re sure.” He gathers my face in his hands and kisses my lips with a gentleness I never would have thought he’d be capable of. “Tell me you won’t regret this tomorrow.”
I close my eyes and fight back a sob.
“Please, Lucky. I want this. I want you. Give me tonight.” And when I open my eyes, I hold his for what feels like an eternity, but in reality is one single second frozen in time, holding my breath.
I worry he’s going to turn me down, until I see the fire reflected back at me in those beautiful, brilliant, baby blues.
“Good girl.” He picks me up like he did last week on the beach, and a million butterflies take flight in my stomach, anticipation dancing down every inch of my overheated skin. Lucky takes my mouth again and again as muscle memory guides him through the dark house and up the stairs to his room.
He lays me down like I’m something precious to be cherished, and it’s too much and not enough. Need and want war with my sanity, leaving me desperate for his weight against mine, chasing his lips and licking into his mouth. My fingers tangle in his hair as I try to tug him down with me.
“I’m gonna fucking savor you,dolcezza...” Lucky settles one knee between my thighs, and I run a hand over his face. “Don’t rush me. I’ve been waiting fucking years for you.”
“What’s it mean?” I whisper into the darkness as the rain beats uncontrolled against the windows and the thunder booms in the distance.
Lucky hovers over me and presses his lips against mine. “It means sweetness.”
I feel the first crack in the walls I’ve spent years building as my body battles with my heart and my head. I want to push him away. To tell him to stop. To tell him I can’t be that for him. Not now. Not ever.
Just one taste is never going to be enough. Deep down, I already knew that, but nothing in the world is going to stop me from taking everything he’s offering.
He presses his lips to the hollow in my throat, and my body tenses as he moves lower and swirls his tongue around a nipple. His rough hand cups my other breast so he can pay it equal attention. Then he finally takes it into his mouth and drags his teeth over the soft pink peak.
“So fucking sweet, Lex.”
“Lucky...” I plead, like his voice has set my soul on fire, and I’m begging for relief. “I need you. Please.”
“Patience, baby.” I never knew I’d be ababygirl until that word left his lips. Desperate anticipation builds as he pulls me to the very edge of the bed and drops to his knees between my legs.
His gorgeous olive skin, covered in beautiful black ink, wraps around strong corded muscle, and my God, the way his eyes bore into mine, daring me to look away as my legs are thrown over his shoulders... It’s a heady thing to have him—Lucky—look at me that way.
I lean up on my elbows, unwilling to miss a moment of this man I’ve wanted for years as he kisses my knees... my thighs... Andoh God.Every hypersensitive nerve stands at attention when he presses his full, firm lips to each of my hip bones, snapping the silk strings with his teeth.
And when he finally buries his face in the delicate silk of my soaked panties, a scream is ripped from my tired lungs.
