Page 46 of Filthy Rich Temptation
Blood rushes south, my cock joining the throbbing beat up top. Becauseof coursethat part of my anatomy would have no trouble feeling lively when the rest of me feels half-dead.
With a groan, I get up and stagger to the bathroom, step into my shower and slam it to cold.Fuck.I suck in a breath, my whole body recoiling as my head all but explodes, while my cock… better, much better.
It’s what it deserves. WhatIdeserve.
Pressing my palms to the tile, my forehead to the cool wall, I let the iced water pummel my back. I close my eyes. Try to focus on breathing.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Water creeps over my front, teasing the goosebumps already rising. Each rivulet a hypersensitive path that leads straight to my disobedient dick…
I shiver, but it’s not the cold.
It’s her.
She lingers – behind my eyes, under my ribs. Warm. Hot. Forbidden.
My hand moves before I can stop it, sliding down to wrap around my length. One tug and my head falls back, breath scraping out of me.
Yeah.
I give a slow, dragging stroke and my thighs tremble, my jaw locks.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not now. Not with Sadie?—
My grip tightens, and I groan through my teeth.
Fuck.
Sadie.
The need rises, hitting harder than the headache ever did.
I see her again – last night – unfurling from my sofa like something out of a dream, another life, an alternate reality where she’s mine to come home to. Bare legs, sleepy eyes, soft curves, and open arms.
But it’s not last night that tips me over. That fucks me up. It’s before… seven years before.
When I should have known better. Hell, maybe I did – until that kiss. One moment. One mistake. One that lit me up in places I didn’t know could burn, had me clawing for what was right when all I wanted was wrong.
But now – God, if I reached for her again… how would she respond?
Would she still melt into my mouth? Would she moan like she did back then?
I pump myself harder. Faster. Slick with water. Slick with need. My stomach tightens…
What if she walked in right now? Dropped to her knees on the wet tile. Took me in hand. Mouth open and ready. Those big, blue eyes locked on mine, hungry to ruin me.
And I’d let her.
I’d fucking beg her for it.
Argh!
