Page 106 of Tempt Me

“I waited up all night, hoping to continue our chocolate guessing game.”

I put on my best sad face. “I’m sorry I missed it. But I’m here now.”

He scrunched up his nose and ran his hands down his sides. “If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve had a shower.”

“Mmmm.” The idea of watching him shower had my insides curling. “You can still have a shower. As long as I can watch.”

I’d become devilishly brazen, and my pussy pulsed at how good it felt.

His eyes bulged, and the movement in his shorts was unmistakable. He closed the distance between us, curled his fingers around my neck, and crushed his lips to mine. Our mouths molded together, and our kiss was heated and demanding, making me delirious with primal want for him. His hand glided into my dress and lowered the stretchy fabric down my bust to reveal my bra.

His tongue demanded my attention, and I opened my mouth, allowing him to explore. Our breaths mingled, our tongues danced, and our hands groped.

I squeezed his nipple. He massaged my breast. I pushed my hand into his shorts and squeezed his tight butt. His fingers curled across the back of my neck, and tingles raced down my spine.

Just feeling how much he wanted me made my heart race, and I wanted to touch every inch of him, to taste him, to feel him inside me. Heady scents of deodorant, perspiration, and hot-blooded man invaded my nostrils.

I put my hands above my head, and he didn’t need an invitation. In a flash, my costume was off, and he tugged my bra down, reached in, and curled one of my boobs out so it popped over the top of the lace. It was uncomfortable, but when his fingers pinched my nipple, and a moan tumbled from his throat, the discomfort evaporated in a flash.

He released from our kiss, turned his attention to my neck, and drew his tongue from the base of my neck all the way up until he licked my earlobe. A delightful shudder rolled through me, and a sense of urgency drove my fingers to explore his sculpted torso. I glided my fingers up and down his heated flesh, pausing only to squeeze his hardened nipples.

His tongue flicked just below my earlobe. Oh shit! My love bite! Gasping, I wriggled out of his embrace.

He blinked at me, and I grappled for inspiration to explain my abrupt release. I put my hands on my hips and forced assertiveness into my voice. “You said I could watch you shower.”

A smile curled at his lips, and his chest rose and fell with heady breaths. “Okay then.” He walked toward the bathroom. At the entrance, he stopped and when glanced at me over his shoulder, a devilish grin lit up his face. Hunter bent over and whipped his shorts down around his ankles.

I gasped at the glorious sight. It wasn’t dirty or disgusting. It was easily one of the hottest moves a man had ever made for me. His butt cheeks were perfect round globes, the skin paler than his shapely legs. The show was over in a second, and he laughed as he kicked his shorts aside. He again looked at me over his shoulder, but this time, he grinned like a man on top of the world. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.”

I knew exactly what he meant.

“Don’t be sorry. You can do that for me any time.” Laughing at his loss of control, I examined the contours of his back. Muscles bulged in all the right places, from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips.

I wanted him to turn more my way so I could commit other glorious parts of his body to my memory. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned his attention to the shower and played with the faucets. Eager to watch his show, I followed him into the bathroom.

Naked, he stepped into the cascading water, and I was eternally grateful that the cleaners kept the shower screens pristine. As I leaned back against a hung towel, Hunter rubbed soap over himself. Somehow, I’d fallen into a wickedly erotic dream. I was officially in heaven.

My insides squirmed, and my clit pulsed as I slipped into voyeuristic heaven. Hunter was one of the hottest men in the world. He pushed open the door, smiled at me, and wriggled his eyebrows. “Coming in?”

My eyes grew wider. My head said no, but my body saidhell yeah.

I must have looked confused or something because before I knew it, Hunter stepped from the shower and stood before me. My hands had a mind of their own as they glided over his dripping wet body. His skin was hot; he smelled divine, and my mind went crazy.

I slipped out of my shoes and unclipped my bra in one move. Hunter reached into my lacy panties and slipped them down my legs. No sooner had I kicked them aside than he reached for my bottom and hoisted me onto his hips. I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my ankles. Our lips pressed together, and I forced my tongue into his mouth, devouring him in every sense of the word as he carried me into the shower.

Luckily, all my wigs were top quality, or I’d look like a crazy witch in no time. The woman in the shop told me I could even swim in them. Not that I had that on my agenda any time soon.

Warm water tumbling over our bodies added to the heat already coursing through me. Hunter pressed my back against the cold tiles, and the shock was only brief when he reached down between my legs and slipped a finger inside me. I gasped at the glorious sensation that shot through me and squeezed my thighs around him. He kissed me harder, and his glorious lips claimed the curve of my mouth, and our tongues slid together in a delicious dance.

His finger plunged into my throbbing pussy, and all I could do was hang on and take the glorious onslaught. My body was alive, both inside and out.

I smelled the soap on his skin as the heat of his body caressed mine. Our breaths were ragged, and as our lips parted, I leaned forward to lick his neck, tasting his salty skin. When I opened my eyes, I took in everything from the tumbling water and the light mist in the air to his wet, wavy hair and his slick, tanned skin.

I was in an erotic movie, and I wanted to stay there forever.

Hunter’s second finger found the first, and my insides clenched around them like a fist as he drew out my orgasm. A shiver rolled through me, and I gasped as I came in a long, rolling shudder that matched his thrusting fingers. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, gasping for air, he wrapped his arms around me.

The head of his cock nudged at my opening, and I so wanted it to go farther. “Do you have a condom?” My voice was a ragged whisper.

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