Page 155 of Sweet Temptation

My stoic alpha bodyguard had finally given up on the whole improper thing—and fucking kissed me.

And holy hell, could Ronan Sterling kiss.

My head was spinning. The world was tilting haphazardly on its axis and everything was falling to pieces around me as his hands strayed over my body, pulling at my clothes… a soft growl in his throat as I buried my tongue in his mouth… then bit his juicy lip.

I wanted to eat him alive.

I wanted to get naked with him. Right the fuck now.

When I unhooked my bra and flung it off, my naked breasts bouncing in his face, his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.

Oh, yeah. He wanted me.

I dove back in, kissing him like I couldn’t get enough, because I couldn’t. The man had been totally fucking full of it with all the “I’m just here to do my job” bullshit.

He wanted to do me.

I could feel the urgency in him, in the rock-hard mountain in his jeans. My clit was all over it and I was already halfway to orgasm. My whole body was on fire.

His heart was slamming. I could feel that, too.

“Clothes… off…” I gasped between kisses as I pulled at his jacket… but he seemed more interested in getting me naked.

It wasn’t easy to get my boots and tight pants off in the cramped space, but somehow we managed—while kissing, licking, and sucking on each other all the way. Mouth, face, neck… we were all over each other.

Then he gripped my hips and jerked me, wearing nothing but my skimpy panties, into that rock hard gift in his pants—and pleasure exploded through my pussy.

He was suddenly gentle with his kisses… and a total savage with the rest, dragging my clit over his hungry erection until sparks ignited in my eyes. “Jesus…” I hissed through my teeth. I whispered all kinds of dirty, half-formed words against his throat as he dug a big hand into my panties and slid a finger along my wet, throbbing flesh.

My whole pussy spasmed with want.

Holy fuck, I wanted him.

In me.

Right now.

I reached to undo his jeans, and he panted, “I don’t have a condom, Summer.”

I ignored that, peeling his jeans open and clawing them down. He lifted his hips, helping me work them and his underwear down. Then I peeled my panties down, and he helped me strip them off.

I grabbed his long, deliciously thick erection in my hands and squeezed. Oh Christ, that was sexy. His silky-smooth, hot skin in my hands… He groaned, low in his throat, his head falling back on the seat. His hands rested on my bare hips. And I fucking loved that he was letting me do this.

The big, strong alpha was letting me drive this, letting me take control.

My heart was racing, I wanted this so bad.

I needed this.

“I don’t want a condom,” I said, rubbing my thumb over his slit and smearing his pre-come over his plump, smooth head. “I’m on the pill. You pull out. You tell me you’re clean right now, I take you at your word.” I grabbed his throat, gently, and looked into his eyes. “And that means you’re mine. You slide into me right now, and this body is mine and no one else’s.” I ran my hand down his chest, and pushed up his shirt to run my fingers over the thick ridges of his six-pack.

He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in roughly. He kissed me as he hissed, “Yes. I’m clean. I’ll pull out. I’ll do whatever you say.”

Oh fuck, he did not just say that.

I was drunk on it.

I pushed on his chest to leverage myself into position while he fisted his cock, lining it up so I could devour him with my pussy. As his thick cockhead pierced my wet opening, he hissed, then growled as I pushed down on him. “Summer…” He ground out my name, and when I looked in his eyes, the man was gone.

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