Page 101 of Tempt Me

“Oh.” It appeared that Mr. Redhead was a man of few words.

“May I come in?” As I admired his remarkable eyes, I waited for his decision.

He scratched the hair on his chest and stepped aside. “Sure.”

As I eased past him, I trailed my fingers across his chest, feeling his coarse red hair. That was the first time I’d done that, and I wondered why I hadn’t done that before.

I hooked my bag on the back of a dining chair and turned to him. He’d paused halfway between the closed door and me, stood with his feet slightly apart, and ran his hand through his hair.

I crossed the distance to him, placed my hands on his chest, and felt both the warmth of his skin and the taut muscle beneath. He just stood there, a statue in the making. I twirled my fingers through his ginger chest hair and followed the line of it down his torso, then paused at his navel. His reluctance to move caught me off-guard, and I stepped back. “Are you married?”

He looked down at me, his brilliant eyes piercing my soul. “No.”

“Engaged, girlfriend, partner?”

“No.”

“Good.” With that settled, I needed to figure out what got the redhead’s heart beating. Maybe he’d had so many women fall at his feet that he considered my advances blasé.

I’ll show him blasé.

I kicked off my shoes, clutched the hem of my cover-up, drew it over my head—careful not to take my wig with it—and tossed it aside.

He still didn’t move, but he did run his tongue over his pink lips.

Progress.

His chest rose and fell as I reached up behind my neck and tugged my bikini string, releasing the knot and letting the fabric fall off my breasts.

As I watched his eyes, which were glued to my chest, I reached behind my back and undid the strap there, too, and let the flimsy fabric fall to the floor.

With my naked breasts in full view, his eyes widened, and he shuffled his feet a fraction. I stood there, topless, my heart thumping out a crazy beat as I waited for his reaction.

Finally, he crossed the distance between us, grabbed my breasts, and squeezed with a greedy ferocity. His hands were soft and supple, yet strong. I tilted my head, and his lips latched onto the flesh and sucked my neck.

A groan tumbled from my throat as I pinched his nipple, squeezing the hardened flesh between my fingertips. With his hand around the back of my neck, I heard a click, and my wooden necklace tumbled away and fell to my feet.

His hand skimmed down my body and fed into my bikini bottoms. I spread my legs, letting him know I wanted him to explore. His finger slipped inside me, and I gasped at his swiftness. The restrained man I’d met just moments ago was gone, and as I bent my knees, I welcomed him plunging into my depths.

Redhead was on a mission to make me orgasm, so I closed my eyes and allowed my body to take over.

As his lips moved to my breasts, I eased back, placing my hands on the back of a chair, giving him room to explore. Alternating between my breasts, he sucked my nipples. His hot breath, combined with his slick tongue, danced across my heightened buds, and his probing fingers thrust into my pussy, taking me to that reckless edge that made my body quiver and my mind soar.

I tugged the straps at my hips, setting my bikini bottoms free.

A breath escaped his throat, and he stepped back. His stunning eyes traveled up my body as he devoured me in a blue haze, tingles of want coursed through me. The bulge in his shorts was unmistakable, and I wanted to see what was there.

I guided my hand beneath the elastic on his hips and wrapped my fingers around his glorious hard-on. The head of his cock nudged over the top of the elastic, teasing me with its appearance.

I lowered to my knees, and with his rock-hard cock in line with my eyes, I eased his shorts down. His cock fell forward, pointing right at me, and I sucked that luscious part of his body into my mouth.

Redhead gripped my shoulders as I glided my lips up and down his shaft, savoring his silky-smooth skin. I reached around and clutched his firm butt cheeks for support as I gave him the best damn blow job I’d ever given. In my inexperienced opinion, anyway.

Based on his groans and his bending knees, he loved what I was doing, too.

As I glided my lips along his shaft, drawing them up to the very tip, I looked up at him. Muscles bulged along his jawline, and his eyes drilled into me.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, reached for my hand, launched me to my feet, and led me to his bed. The intensity in his eyes made my clit purr.

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