Page 6 of Tempt you…not!
So do it.
Her tongue sweeps my mouth, and as mine tangles with hers, she releases a little moan that sends fire coursing through my veins.
I’m going to do everything I can to extract as many sensual moans and sighs from her as possible.
She breaks away when the elevator dings. Her face is flush, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It’s like those damn regency romance novels my sister Olivia reads. The ones where they can never stand too close, lest their lust grabs hold, leading them to tarnish their reputations.
And yes, I know way too much about regency romance. My sister and her friends would gossip about their conquests, always talking money until one of them went into salacious detail about a particularly adept lover. It was then I realized that being skillful was just as coveted as having a large bank account.
And at that time, I looked like a freak, so I needed all the help I could get.
I thought by raiding my sister’s reading stash, I’d get coveted inside knowledge into what women like in bed, but reading about the courting habits of dukes and barons, didn’t help me much. Practice did. And now, at twenty-nine, I can boast that not only do I have the trust fund that makes a woman’s eyes bulge, but I have the looks and skills to boot.
Still standing in the elevator, I say, “Maybe we should take this to your room?”
Erica blinks back at me as though she’s suddenly realized where she is. “Yes, ummm, follow me.”
I make sure to walk a good two steps behind her, so I can watch the sway of her round ass while she rummages through her purse for her keycard.
We stop in front of a door, and she lets us in.
“I’ll just be a few minutes,” she says, disappearing into the bathroom.
A look in the mirror tells me I’m still as charming as ever. Women melt for my grin and icy blue eyes, attributes I acquired for my mother.
Five years ago, I was lanky, my smile looking too good-natured. Too innocent. My face looked worse than a pizza, and it wasn’t until my sister finally intervened that things turned around for me.
With her help, my face cleared, and I grew more confident. I started working with personal trainers, at her behest, gaining lean muscles and athletic endurance.
And in the end, her plan worked. My Ugly Duckling transformation turned me into a God amongst other men, or at least that’s how women treat me.
The bathroom door opens, and Erica emerges, looking exceptional with her smokey eyes and berry-colored lips.
But it’s not her pretty face that has my attention. Her black dress fits tightly, the fabric stretching across her small, braless breasts, her nipples protruding through the fabric.
It’s a sight to behold.
Her waist is trim, giving way to the flare of her hips.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman so badly before.
Closing the distance between us, I lift her, setting her down on a desk in the corner of the room. I grab a condom from my pocket, placing it beside her.
She looks relieved when she sees the shiny, golden square.
I spread her knees as wide as they will go, stepping between them to plant a kiss on her lush lips.
She accepts greedily, her fingers threading my hair. It doesn’t take much to bring her out of her shell, and it’s then that I remember her words at the club.
“Tempt me,”she had said like she had denied herself for so long that she couldn’t take it anymore.
My hands find a tiny zipper at her back, and I pull it down, revealing two perfect breasts. I kiss her neck, rubbing my face on her soft skin. She smells of lavender and vanilla, a hint of her arousal escaping the confines of her clothes.
I rub her supple breasts as her hands reach to undo the buckle of my belt, which almost paralyzes me. Having her hands so close to my cock is fucking unbearable. All I want is to lift her skirt and bury myself in her.
But I can’t do that without getting to taste her first. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t get to sample everything her body has to offer.
“You’re so sexy,” I mutter before taking a taut nipple into my mouth and sucking it gently.
