Page 28 of Sweet Temptation

Pressing himself against her, their bodies melting together, he gave one more small thrust, but this time, instead of a tease, it was a promise. He leaned forward, which forced her to do the same, then brushed his lips over the shell of her ear.

“Hold on.”

She couldn’t stifle the soft cry when he entered her, one rough thrust bringing him home. Instinctively, she rose to her toes to ease the ache from the onslaught of sensation, but with his body cradling her own, she couldn’t move away. She whimpered, rocking her hips against the fullness.

His breath was hot on her ear as he pulled back, just an inch, then moved forward again. This time her body gave way, melting around him, and she made a sound that was very close to a growl as he stilled, hips flush with the curves of her ass.

His hands found her own for a moment, pressing them down into the rough wood, a reminder of his words. Hold on.

He tangled their fingers together for the next slow, hard thrust. His hands moved up her arms and over to cup her breasts as he continued to move. Finding her nipples, he pinched them tightly in his long fingers, rolling and rubbing with slightly more pressure than was comfortable.

She wouldn’t have dreamed of asking him to stop. The firm thrusts with little foreplay, his demanding fingers, the fact that she couldn’t move with his body pressed over hers—she had no choice but to do what he’d told her to.

She had to stop thinking. She had to give herself to him and trust that he’d take her where she needed to go.

She didn’t realize she was crying out, over and over again, a little louder with each thrust, until he nipped at her earlobe with a whispered reminder.

“Careful, kitten.” Hauling her back against him, filling her just the tiniest bit more, his laugh in her ear was dark and without mercy. “If you scream, people are going to hear you. They’re going to be curious. They’re going to come looking, and guess what they’re going to find?”

She moaned, grinding down on him. More, she wanted more. She wanted whatever he would give her.

“They’ll find you bent over a shipping crate, full of my cock.” His words were smug, and why wouldn’t they be? At that moment, he was her entire world. “They’ll see your perfect tits bouncing in my hands, your gorgeous ass bare while I make you cry out for more.”

“John...” Her voice didn’t even sound like her own—who was this needy, begging creature who cared about nothing but the tide rising inside her? “Please. Please!”

“Speaking of that gorgeous ass...” Pulling out abruptly, he ran his swollen cock through the cleft that divided her buttocks. “I told you I want you to give yourself to me. That I want every part of you. And I do mean every part.”

He pressed the head of his erection against the tight little pucker, not hard enough to enter, but with enough pressure to awaken nerve endings she didn’t even know she had. And then he returned to his work in her slick channel, increasing his pace until her gasped breaths sounded with every thrust of his hips.

Her thighs shook, her knees buckled, and if the crate weren’t there, she would have collapsed. She arched her back, fingers digging into the wood of the crate, body writhing as she strained toward everything he’d promised her in that dark, sinful voice.

“I’m the only one who can do this to you. The only one you need.” His hands worked the tips of her breasts, and she knew she was going to feel that touch for days. “And I’m going to make sure that you need it, that you need me, forever.”

What? Was he saying... But then he released the pressure on her breasts and she couldn’t remember what she’d wondered. Blood rushed back into the nipples he’d so relentlessly teased, and they were on fire from the sudden onslaught of sensation, and the fire traveled, licking over her skin, sinking into it, joining the burn in her core until she succumbed and went up in flames.

Through the roaring in her ears, she heard his own guttural groan, felt him pulse inside her as he pulled her back against him, on him, rough hands driving her flames higher when she thought they would burn themselves out. Grabbing her hips, he surged again once, twice, three times, then stilled, filling her to the point that she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

“Holy hell, Meg.” His thumbs rubbed circles over her hip bones. “That was... I’ve never felt anything like that. Never.”

The words were rain and she hadn’t had water in days. She sucked them up greedily and wanted more.

He might be a playboy. He might be leaving. But he couldn’t fake the wonder in his voice right now.

She was the one who made him feel that way. It was her body, her submission, that had brought him to his knees.

Her submission... As she slowly came back down to earth, she realized that she was splayed over a packing crate, the garage door open, her ass in the air and John between her thighs. No matter how good that had been, her neighbors could have seen... Her family could walk in...

Panic started to trickle in, and she stiffened in John’s arms, the way she’d done after the first time they’d had sex. What was she doing? How could she get pissed at him for butting in on her meeting with Gavin Aronson and then give herself to John so shamelessly?

“I can hear those wheels starting to turn.” One of the hands on her hips moved up to her waist and squeezed reassuringly. “Remember what we talked about? It’s okay to want to be taken care of. It’s okay to like it. It’s your decision. You hold the cards, always.”

And since he had a direct line to her body, she felt her muscles relax at his words. She pressed back against him for a moment to show her gratitude.

She could let herself go, let herself want what she wanted here and now, because John created a safe space. But what would she do when he was gone?

When he pressed his forehead to the space between her shoulder blades, the panic was back, but it was a different kind.

John took the utmost care of her body. But what about her heart?

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