Page 36 of Savage Temptation
I’ve never been prey before, but I sure would like to play the part, if only for him.
I think this is the point when I’m supposed to respond. Perhaps with something sensual, or by copping a feel. I ask myself:What Would Ashley Do?and I know the answer to that: everything.
But I’m not an everything kind of girl.
After the longest, most awkward bout of sexual tension imaginable, I decide to come clean.
“Look, I’m going to level with you. I’m completely out of my league here. Those eyes you’re giving me, I have no comeback. No return. You’re in the big leagues, and I’m still sporting training wheels.”
He sets his drink down on the sofa table, then reaches to tuck stray strands of hair behind my ear, and I am again reminded of just how smooth he is.
“You’re doing fine. It’s not all about jumping each other as we walk through the door, though admittedly I tried that. I like this. What we have together is unique, and shouldn’t be rushed.”
How is he so perfect?
His words embolden me, and I snake a hand to the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine.
Kissing Atticus Savage makes the world fall away. It’s my childhood dream turned reality. Everything I had wanted for so long.
His tongue eagerly breaches my mouth, teasing sensations out of me I hadn’t known existed before he and I so carelessly coupled.
“I want to taste you,” I mumble against his mouth as I bring my hand from his neck to the bulge in his pants. His lips stop for the briefest of moments, then he resumes kissing me.
And because I’m sporting training wheels, I spill a dash of wine.
“Oops…”
Atticus takes my glass and sets it beside his. “I thought women were supposed to be better at multitasking than men.”
“Don’t make me slug you again.”
He chuckles. “Maybe I’m into that kind of kink.”
I’m taken aback. “Are you?”
“Not that I know of. But I do have one very particular inclination.”
“Do I want to know?”
“It’s you.”
He leans into me, really into me, invading my space, my body, my mind. He makes me feel more alive than I thought possible, and he does so effortlessly.
His hand rakes up my thigh, under my dress, grabbing the elastic of my panties.
“God, you’re already so wet,”he rasps.
I lift, allowing him to pull them off, then bring my hands to his waist, clumsily trying to undo his belt buckle. As I work, he caresses my cheek, planting gentle kisses on my lips, my jaw, down the column of my throat.
Victory is achieved, and his pants are soon open.
Calm down!I remind myself, as every moment with this man should be savored.
His cock is swollen, aching to escape his boxers, which I’m more than happy to help with.
My hand wraps around his thick girth, timid at first, growing bolder as he groans satisfaction. His warm breath washing over my neck in heavy pants.
I never imagined I’d be so excited at giving a blowjob. It’s not like I was against the practice. I’ve just never found anyone I wanted to try it on.
