Page 74 of Filthy Rich Temptation
‘You’re wrong. I do know.’ I lean into him, my nipples straining against the confines of my bra, my thighs already slick with need. ‘I’m not standing here as an eighteen-year-old virgin caught up in her first crush. I’m a woman who knows what she wants, and what she needs. And right now, that’s you.’
‘But I’m trying to protectyou.’
‘From what? From feeling good for once in my damn life?’
‘You’ve been drinking.’
‘So?’ I roll my hips against him, catching the hard ridge of his need and relishing the soft hiss he gives. ‘Seven years ago, I wanted you. Seven hours ago, I wanted you. And I want you still.’ I rise up, my lips brushing his jaw, my breath warm against his skin. ‘Let me prove it to you.’
‘How?’ It’s a guttural groan.
I ease back just enough to take his hand and inch my legs apart.
‘Feel…’ I whisper, bunching up the hem of my dress and taking him under, pressing him to the aching, wet heart of me. A curse slips through his teeth, and I lift my eyes to his. Steady. Unashamed.
‘Now tell me I don’t know what I want.’
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Theo
Fuck.
She’s soaked.
And she’s sinking my fingers in deeper like I’m the answer to her every prayer.
When I’m convinced, she’s mine. I’m going to hell. It’s official. But I can’t take this from her. No more than I can stop my next breath.
I can control what I give her, though.
Her heavy-lidded eyes burn up at me, flickering with every pulse of pleasure coursing through her. There’s a desperation in them, a shimmer of something raw and reckless as she grinds against my fingers, taking her pleasure and owning it.
All the years apart. All the time either side where I looked at her and swallowed my want, told myself it wasn’t right. And it’s no more right now. She’s still Taylor’s sister. My responsibility. But then there’s him. Thatfuckingasshole. That cruel, selfish bastard who abused her body and crushed her spirit.
Well, fuck that. If I can do one thing, it’s to obliterate his touch with my own, to rewrite everything he broke in her with care, with reverence, with every ounce of control I have left.
I fork my hand through her hair, anchor my other between her legs as she rides against me.
‘I’ll give you the stars, Sadie,’ I grate out, ‘but on one condition.’
‘If this is where you tell me to ache for all the right reasons again…’ she breathes, eyes glazed, body still rocking ‘…it’s far too late for that.’
‘No…’ a tight laugh breaks free. ‘It’s not that.’
‘Then what?’
She gasps as I ease the lace aside, my fingers sliding along her slick, hot seam, and it’s like coming home. Pure fucking bliss. She’s all heat and trembling want, so wet and so goddamn ready. I dip my fingers lower and she moans, her head falling back.
‘This doesn’t get to be about me,’ I whisper against her, pulling back to catch her swollen clit, circling it with gentle precision as she whimpers and writhes. ‘This is all about you.’
Her brow furrows in confusion, her eyes hazy with lust. ‘I don’t understand…’
‘I’m not going to fuck you,’ I murmur. ‘Tonight isn’t about taking anything from you.’ My lips brush her temple. ‘It’s about giving you everything.’
Her breath stutters, then catches completely as I sink inside her. She grips my shoulder, nails biting through the cotton of my shirt as she falls back against the counter.
She’s close. So fucking close already. Her hips working with wild, instinctive rhythm.
