Page 74 of Vicious Temptation

Her eyes open, and she breaks the kiss, her nose brushing mine as she looks up at me innocently. “Can you take your shirt off?” she whispers. “Just the shirt. I want to try touching you.”

My heart feels like it’s going to come out of my chest. I nod, licking my dry lips, and I reach for the edge of my shirt, tugging it over my head and dropping it to the floor. Bella’s eyes drop to my pecs, and I see the way her teeth sink into her lower lip, her small gasp of arousal.

“Like what you see?” I can’t resist the question, my voice coming out rough and a little ragged. Bella nods speechlessly, and she slowly raises her hands, her fingers hovering over my skin for just a moment before she presses her palms against me.

I feel the touch ripple through her, the way her fingers curl into my skin, her eyes fluttering closed. Her back arches a little, leaning towards me, and I step close enough that I’m almost brushing against her, but not quite, as I lean in to kiss her again.

“Tell me to stop if I go too far,” I whisper, and then I press my mouth to hers.

Even like this, kissing close-mouthed, her lips are impossibly sweet. Soft and full, the plush feeling of them against mine makes my cock throb with every pass of my mouth against hers. I flick my tongue out, gently tracing it against her bottom lip, testing that—and she gasps, her mouth opening for me as she presses her fingers into my chest and drags her short nails down to the top of my abdomen.

“Fuck, baby—” I groan against her mouth, my hips jerking forward, stopping just short of pressing myself against her as my entire body tightens under her touch. My cock is beyond hard, tangled up in my shorts, wet with pre-cum. There’s a not-inconsiderable chance that I’m going to come in those shorts before this is over, and I’ve already chalked it up to being well worth the embarrassment if it happens. I’m too turned on, and the slow, torturous pace that being with Bella requires is too fucking hot for how worked up I already am.

Slowly, I let my tongue slide against hers. I feel the heat of her mouth, and I finally, finally learn the taste of her, the sweet mint on her tongue as I feel her knees buckle and she moans, open-mouthed, into the kiss.

I break it, gasping, stepping back as I fight for control.

Bella’s eyes widen, and I see her tense. “What’s wrong?” she whispers. “Did I do something wrong?”

I swallow hard, shaking my head. “I just need a second.” I gesture down to my rock-hard cock, and Bella’s face heats, but the tiniest of smiles plays at the corners of her mouth.

“You really do want me, don’t you?” she whispers, and I groan, doing my best not to roll my eyes.

“That,” I manage, “is the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard.”

Her gaze rakes over my chest, down to my abdomen, lower than that—and I can tell from her breathing and her flushed skin that she likes what she sees, too. Slowly, she reaches for the edge of her shirt. “Promise no one will come in?” she whispers, and I feel my heart thud against my ribs.

“I can make sure,” I tell her, and I go to lock the door. I turn around, every step away from her painful, and as I reach the door and lock it, I turn back to see her pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor, leaving her in just her leggings and a soft, stretchy sports bra.

My balls tighten, a burst of pleasure racing up my spine, and for a split second, I think I’m going to lose it. I’m going to come from watching a girl take her shirt off, like a fucking teenager again. But I wrestle my arousal back under control, and stride towards her, my eyes devouring every bit of bare skin I can see.

“You can touch me,” she says softly. “Just—above my waist.”

I nod, feeling nerves that I shouldn’t be feeling at my age. I’ve somehow been dragged back in time to the very first time I ever touched a girl like this, to the days of high school makeouts and getting excited to be allowed to slip a hand under a bra, and I don’t hate it the way I would have thought. With anyone else, this would have been frustrating. Tiresome. An irritating game.

With Bella, it feels like unwrapping a gift. Her trust in me is unparalleled, and I don’t want to break it. And somehow, the need for restraint, the requirement to go slow, to not devour her in the ways I would have already if I’d been given free rein, makes all of this a thousand times better than I could possibly have imagined.

“Kiss me again, first?” she whispers, and I’m all too glad to acquiesce.

I lean in, kissing her more firmly this time, going straight for the step that we’ve reached. She opens her mouth for me, her tongue sliding against mine, and I gently reach out, setting my hands on her waist with a light brush of skin.

She reacts instantly, her skin pebbling under my touch, and she sucks in a sharp breath. But she doesn’t break the kiss, doesn’t pull away, and I slowly slide my hands up to the edge of her bra, stopping there.

Carefully, I drag my palms upwards, feeling the full curve of her breasts. When my palms pass over her stiffening nipples, she jerks again, her hips arching forward, and she moans into the kiss.

“Under the bra,” she whispers against my mouth. “Please. I need?—”

I know exactly what she needs. We’re moving faster now, but I trust her to tell me if she needs to stop, and the last fucking thing I want to do is to stop touching her. I slip my fingers under the edge of the bra, the warm scent of her skin filling my senses, and I groan at the pressure in my aching cock as I touch the bare curves of her breasts for the first time.

When my fingertips slide higher, pressing against her nipples, Bella lets out a sobbing moan that tells me exactly how good it feels.

I press her back against the wall with my hands, deepening the kiss as I start to toy with her nipples. I roll them under my fingertips, teasing, pinching lightly, tugging as the heat rises between us. Bella’s breaths come in small, panting gasps against my lips, her hips rolling in a way that tells me that this is working for her.

“It feels so good,” she moans brokenly. “Please don’t stop. Please?—”

I’ve never had a woman come for me just like this before. I’ve heard locker-room talk about it, but I always figured those guys were just bragging. But I know when a woman is about to come, and Bella is on the edge, so worked up that I have a feeling I might send her over the edge just from this.

“Gabriel.” She gasps my name, arching deeper, pressing her breasts into my hands as I continue to pluck at her nipples, tugging them into stiff peaks that I’m aching to suck into my mouth. “I’m, I’m going to?—”

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