Page 6 of King of Temptation

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head, trying to come up with rational arguments which completely fail me. “You’re talking about a one-night thing?”

“Sure.” His fingers stop at the small of my back and then his hand spreads out, his palm pressing to that spot just above my derriere. It’s so intimate that I feel my breath hitch.

“I don’t really do that kind of thing.”

“Me either,” he gives me a wicked grin. The kind that makes my cheeks heat.

“Liar.”

He gives a soft laugh. “Truth? I’m turning over a new leaf.” In his other hand is his own glass and he raises it giving a shake. “Water.”

I reach out, this time, taking the glass from him. He lets me have it, our fingers brush again as a tingle spreads through my hand. I bring the glass to my lips, take a sip of ice-cold water. I’d hoped it would cool my heating skin, but even drinking from the same glass feels intimate as I hand the drink back to him.

“So, part of your new leaf is to offer to give a woman you just met an orgasm?”

He leans close again, and then his lips actually press to my skin. He grazes the sensitive spot at the corner of my jaw, just below my ear. I tremble with the little thrill of pleasure that courses down on me. “Yup. Definitely.”

I lean back to meet his gaze. “You’re serious?”

“I’m far more interested in watching you cum then I am in my own orgasm. For me, that’s real progress.”

I gasp, a flood of wetness soaking my thong. Never having achieved one that I hadn’t given myself, it takes everything in me not to agree with his proposal. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” I lick my lips, but his gaze catches the movement of my tongue, his eyes fixing on the pink tip. I quickly draw it back in my mouth. “You’re Charlotte’s brother-in-law.” I raise my hands in front of me like I’m creating some barrier. “What if we both get invited to Thanksgiving or something?”

“I don’t really do holidays and chances are high I won’t be at the next several.” There is a change in his voice. Gone is the teasing confidence and in its place is something hard and unyielding.

“What?” I ask, confusion making me look back over my shoulder at him.

He shakes his head, his smile reappearing again. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t be weird, if you won’t.”

That actually does sound reasonable or I may be trying to rationalize because I’d really like to know how it would feel to have a man like Leo touch me.

I draw in a steadying breath of air, my defenses are being stripped one by one in a way that’s making me feel dizzy. “Listen,” I whisper. “I don’t really do this, you know? I’ve had like one boyfriend and?—”

“Did he make you feel good?”

I blink several rapid flutters of my eyelashes. How did he know that the sex had been terrible? Do I have a sexually repressed tattooed somewhere I’m unaware of? “He…I…I don’t…”

“I’ll make you a second deal.” His hand moves to my far hip, grasping hold, he pulls me close to his body. I’m putty in his hands and I know I’m losing.

I can feel the hard press of his erection in my other hip, but it doesn’t scare me. If anything, I’m getting hotter, wetter.

I bet he’d feel so good. And he knows I’m weakening as I mold to the hard edges of his body. “What deal?” I shouldn’t have asked but I can’t help myself. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache.

“I’m going to pull you into the shadows over there where no one can see us.” He points to a dark secluded corner of the veranda. “Then I’m going to push your dress up to your waist.”

My pulse is thrumming through my veins, blood rushing in my ears…

“I’ll drop to my knees.”

Dear lord above, that sounds amazing.

“And then I’m going to eat you out until you cum all over my tongue.”

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