Page 51 of Recipe for Temptation

Trembling, she braced her hands on the table and bowed her head, her hair hanging over her face as he caressed the swell of her bottom, crooning softly in masculine appreciation.

“What about now, Reese? Still feeling homesick now?”

His words were taunting, but she heard the unmistakable arousal in his deep voice, felt the coiled tension in his massive body. He was as close to losing it as she was, and just knowing that whipped her into a near-frenzy of lust.

He slipped his hands between her shaking thighs, coaxing them apart. She was so sensitized that the faintest brush of his knuckles almost made her come right then and there.

Slowly, provocatively, he ran his finger down the crack of her ass, torturing her as he inched ever closer to her drenched, pulsing core. Just when she was on the verge of climbing right out of her skin, he parted her slick folds and slid his long finger inside her.

She cried out wildly, arching her back and raising her ass higher against him. His low, rumbling groan of pleasure thrilled and inflamed her senses.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he purred in ruthless satisfaction. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Reese? Not him—me.”

She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, her mind and body completely turned over to his will.

As his finger pushed deeper inside her, she let out a shivery moan and rocked her hips against his hand, craving more contact. More friction. More penetration.

He murmured softly in approval and eased another finger inside her, stretching her open. A broken sob caught in her throat and her legs quaked as he expertly worked her tender flesh. Her inner muscles tightened and clenched around him, straining for release, needing it like nothing else.

And then he pressed his hot mouth to her pussy.

A strangled cry erupted from her throat.

She bent low over the table, gripping the edge so hard she broke a nail. He tasted her as if he had every right, boldly stroking his tongue up and down her seam. The heat of his mouth and the soft scrape of his beard had her thigh muscles spasming wildly. When he took her sensitive clit between his teeth and gently tugged, the action pushed her right over the edge.

She shot to her tiptoes and came with a violent shudder, biting her lip hard to stifle the high-pitched wail that rose up in her throat.

It was the most earth-shattering orgasm she’d ever had. She rode it out hard, her body convulsing for what seemed an eternity as Michael’s unrelenting tongue flicked rhythmically over her throbbing clit.

It was only when she’d grown still that he took his tormenting mouth from her flesh and moved back.

As the fog of lust gradually cleared from her brain and sanity returned, a wave of shame engulfed her. Her newfound resolve to resist temptation hadn’t even lasted a day.

When Michael silently held out her lace panties, her cheeks flamed with humiliation. With as much dignity as she could muster, she took her underwear from his hand and turned away to slide them back on. Her hands shook as she pulled down her nightshirt and smoothed it over her still-trembling thighs.

After taking a deep, steadying breath, she turned to face him.

He had risen to his feet. He seemed even taller as he towered over her, though she didn’t know whether it was a trick of the moonlight or a perception contrived by her shattered nerves.

She swallowed hard, resisting the urge to step backward in cowardly retreat. Squaring her shoulders, she said evenly, “Look, I understand what just happened here. After the way I ignored you tonight, you wanted to prove to both of us that I’m still attracted to you. Fine. Mission accomplished. But that doesn’t change anything between us, Michael. As you confirmed today, I am in a relationship, and until that changes, you and I have to keep our hands—and mouths—off each other. Deal?”

A shadow of a smile curved his lips, and he shook his head slowly at her. “You don’t understand, sweetheart.”

She sighed impatiently. “Please don’t call me?—”

“That was just an appetizer,” he continued huskily, his dark eyes glittering with illicit promise. “It’s only a matter of time before I’ll have you for the main course.”

Reese’s stomach went topsy-turvy.

They stared at each other for a long, electrified moment.

And then, without another word, she shoved past him and fled back into the house like the coward she was.

Chapter Seventeen

Sterling Wolf considered himself the luckiest man in the world.

He had his health, he lived in a beautiful house that was the envy of his neighbors, and he enjoyed more of an active social life than many men half his age. But what Sterling was most grateful for, what he treasured most in the entire world, was his family. Not only had he been blessed with two of the best sons any father could ever ask for, but he now had a wonderful daughter-in-law and two grandchildren he absolutely adored. The Lord had blessed him indeed.

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