Page 6 of Tempted
CHAPTER 2
***Raven***
I wake up tangled with someone else’s bodyand something hard poking my stomach. A solid wall of man slowlycomes into focus when I open my eyes. My forehead rests on Gage’shard, tattooed chest and his scent fills my nostrils. I savor thesight, smell, and feel of him until the gravity of the situationhits me.I slept in his bed. All. Night. Shit.I carefullydetach myself and slide off the bed.Baby Jesus.Even thisearly in the morning, he looks utterly fuckable. I shake it off andhead to the bathroom. I seriously need to pee.
I wash my hands and face and eye histoothbrush longingly. Why the hell not? We’ve already swapped spit.I walk back into the room with minty-fresh breath. He’s stillasleep, so I climb back into bed. The moment I do, his eyes snapopen. Surprise. That’s what I see. I guess he’s not used to wakingup next to anyone. But then he relaxes and pulls me toward him witha smile.
“Good morning, doll.”
“Good morning. Sleep well?”
“I did.”
“You sound surprised,” I mock him,remembering our little phone sexcapade.
“I am.”
He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. Ilay my head on his chest and throw my leg over his. It connectswith his morning wood.
“Shit. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He returns from the bathroom a few minuteslater with a smile and a noticeably absent bulge. After slidingunder the covers, he pulls me back into his arms.
“You used my toothbrush.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. Use anything you like.Including me.”
“That last part sounds good.”
“Yeah?” He smirks. “Come here. I need aproper good morning.”
Excitement courses through my veins as I leanin and press my lips to his. He sucks on them, biting into thebottom one and pulling on it before sliding his tongue betweenthem.Fuck, this man can kiss.I moan as he pulls my headback by my hair and sucks on my neck.
“My T-shirt looks good on you,” he mumbles,his breath causing goosebumps to pepper my skin.
I was so sleepy after he left me last night,I knew I wasn’t going to get farther than his bed. I don’t know whyI did it but I searched his drawers, changed into his shirt, andclimbed right back under the covers.
“Mmhmm…wanna wear mine?” I all but swallow agiggle when his palm connects with my ass. “Ow!”
“Fuck, babe! You’re not wearing anyclothes?”
Iamwearing clothes. Well, hisT-shirt and my panties. “I’m not naked.”
“Fuck.”
He crushes my lips beneath his and grabs ahandful of my ass, squeezing hard. Just like last night, we tear ateach other’s lips, caught up in a frenzy. I reach down and as I’mabout to grab his dick, there’s a knock at the door. He lets out anangry growl and rips his lips from mine.
“Fuck off!” He yells.
He turns back to me but whoever it is knocksagain. I giggle at his annoyed expression.
“I said fuck off!”
“Sorry, boss. The sheriff is here,” theintruder says from behind the door.
“Fuck. Stay here. Don’t need him seeingyou.”
