Page 21 of Savage Temptation
What I’m about to enact on my best friend’s little sister is akin to treason, but I can’t stop myself.
I lead her from her seat to a room in the back of the jet that holds a bed I use during my travels.
There’s a tenseness to Tessa I don’t like. I’ve always known her to be bold, which is why she’s so good at her job. That she’s not comfortable around me makes me want to do everything I can to help her relax.
Her golden hair is wound in a sloppy bun that I undo so I can watch it cascade down her back. I thread my fingers through her damp waves as though it were some great treasure. Would it be too much to ask for a lock?
I shake the thought from my head, realizing how foolish that would sound. But perhaps I will ask for her panties when this is all said and done.
I stand behind her as she looks down at the bed. Although it’s not our first time together, it feels new. Like we’re both dipping our toes into uncharted territory.
More like diving right in…
“How do you want me?” she asks.
“That sounds transactional…”
“You know I’m inexperienced, and I’d rather not guess.”
“Fine. I want you eager.”
She chuckles lightly. “Consider that box checked.”
“After that night…has there been anyone else?”
She exhales audibly, very annoyed. “Nope. Just you.”
I don’t know why, but the thought of being the only person to claim her excites me. But it’s not just that it turns me on. It makes me fiercely protective of Tessa. Lord help the man that crosses her, because I’ll rain torture on his pitiful soul.
I grab the fabric of her dress, hiking it up so I can pull it off her body. Her arms lift in compliance, a silent submission I crave from Tessa.
She turns to face me as I cast the dress aside. The primal urge to rip off her bra and panties is abated by her innocent eyes. Cerulean blue and so full of anxiety. I have to make this better than it was the first time, when I was so careless and drunk. She deserves to be worshiped.
Growing bolder, she moves forward and presses her lips to mine, standing on tiptoes as she claims my mouth. She tastes of Irish cream and forbidden fruit. A sin so great, I’ll forever be cast from grace.
What Tessa does to me so effortlessly is what so many women have tried and failed to do: captivate me. I’m completely beguiled. Beholden to her. My desire to own her entirely is startling. This is supposed to get Tessa out of my system, but I can already tell that she’s knitted a part of herself to my soul.
And as much as I enjoy her slow seduction and had fully intended to be the gentle, tender lover she deserves, I can’t fucking wait to have more. I bring my hands to her throat, marveling at the feel of her pulse racing under the pads of my fingers.
“Goddamn you know how to whet an appetite.”I breach her mouth, thrusting my tongue with savagery, a harsh invasion that has her moaning in surprise.
Mine…
I push forward, dominating her small frame, feeding on her soft whimpers.
Her chest heaves against mine. God, those helpless pants needle the beast in me. Beckoning it to play with carnal promises. I surge forward, and with nowhere to go, she falls back on the bed.
She’s wound with lust, brimming with desire, so wet, her panties cling to her sex, hiding nothing.
I take great pride in knowing I made her like this. Wild and eager. Breathless with greed.
…all mine…
I know I should be gentle. That she’s so fucking innocent.
But that only makes my need grow feral.
Calm the fuck down lest you spend yourself too quickly.
