Page 23 of Dangerously Tempting

His smile stretches across his face and he tugs at my hand to pull me closer. “Please. I want to kiss you, too.”

I start to lean towards him, but before I can reach his face he’s grabbing my hips to pull me across his lap. For a moment I freeze. “Is this okay? I won’t do anything else, I just want you close.”

I relax, smiling. “It’s more than okay.”

I settle my hands on his chest and, trying to maintain my bravery, I lean forward and press my lips to his. His lips part beneath mine, showing how truthful he is about letting me take full control. I’m somewhere between relieved and disappointed because I would love for him to change his mind and take control.

I’m terrified allowing a man to step into this roll in my life again. I’m giving him the ability to hurt me, like several before him already have, and it leaves me feeling unsteady. There’s a lot I feel like I’m not ready for at the moment, but I wish he would take control all the same. It’s opening myself up and being vulnerable that has me so scared, but letting him take control while we’re physical feels like it goes hand and hand with that. I both want it and fear it.

I run my fingers up his chest to his neck, lightly gripping the back of his neck with one while the other tilts his chin up just a bit higher to better the angle. He hums against my lips, his fingers gripping at my hips before they roll into fists like he’s fighting the urge to touch me more. I take a deep breath through my nose to ground myself and find some bravery before running my tongue across the seam of his lips.

He opens up to me with a groan and I push my tongue inside to dance with his. The kiss seems to stretch on forever, making me feel dizzy and weightless, but it’s at the cusp of the heat building in my body that I notice his hard dick against my crotch and pull away, pressing my forehead to his.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble.

“For what?” He brushes my hair behind my ear, looking up at me with his full focus like whatever I have to say is the most important thing in the world right now.

“I just want to slow down a bit, I guess.”

He shakes his head, his hands falling open against my thighs to rub against them soothingly. “There’s no need to apologize for that. I meant what I said. We can just talk, or watch a movie?”

I feel an intense amount of relief at his words, and it’s not even just that. He’s not guilting me or subtly trying to push me into more. He let me take the reins, when I know from experience that’s not his normal approach, and he responded without any fight to any move that I made.

I still can’t decide if he’s just pulling out all the stops because this is the start of something. You can never tell what someone is hiding underneath, when you’ve got that excitement of butterflies in your belly and physical attraction so strong you feel the heat of it through your whole body.

At the moment, though, I feel like giving him a chance is definitely the right decision. My heart and mind are on the same page—not to mention my nether regions—so I feel confident.

I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips as I tap my finger to my chin like I’m trying to decide. “Can I pick the movie?” I ask with a raised brow.

“Of course you can. I’ll order us some food while you pick. Any preferences?”

My shoulders immediately tense, and I hesitate to answer. My eating preferences have been a point of contention in every relationship I’ve been in, so I brace myself, expecting his response to be the same as every other man I’ve been with.

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Jameson

Playlist: "Dangerous," David Guetta feat. Sam Martin

I ask her about grabbing food and watch as she locks up for a moment. There’s obviously something there we’ll have to dive deeper into later, but for now I just wait until she feels okay voicing her needs.

“Uh, just anything without meat,” she finally says, sheepishly, like she’s been given shit for speaking up about it before.

“Consider it done,” I respond smoothly, knowing one of my favorite Thai places down the street has plenty of options. She nods almost stiffly and shifts off my lap to sit on the couch beside me so I can stand up.

I snag the remote from the entertainment center, feeling her eyes on me the whole time, turning it on and getting her to where she needs to be to pick a movie before handing it over. “Even if it’s one for rent, that’s fine. Whatever you want to watch.”

She blinks up at me, looking almost confused. “You’re imaginary, aren’t you?” I think it’s supposed to be a question, but it comes out sounding more like a statement. I raise my brows, waiting for her to continue because I have no idea what she’s talking about. “You’re thoughtful, understanding, can actually hold conversation, and your house is clean. I’ve got to ask, just one more time, just to be sure. You aren’t gay right?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Did my cock act like it was gay a couple weeks ago?”

She blushes scarlet, the color blooming from her chest and working up her neck before spreading across her face. Interesting. After all the positions we managed to perfect in one night, now she’s going to be shy about it?

“Besides, my best friend has definitely proved that I am, indeed, not gay.”

Her eyes widen a bit, and she somehow manages to blush even deeper. “You can’t just say that without any explanation whatsoever. It leaves a lot to the imagination.”

I chuckle, shrugging. “We grew up together. He was thinking it was a possibility that he might be gay because he had very little interest in girls, though he was really close to several of the girls we went to school with. But certain things about a few of the guys were… catching his interest, if you catch my drift.”

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