Page 158 of My Sweetest Temptation

She turned to me, a smirk playing on her lips, and I knew I had been caught staring. But I didn't care. I would give her anything she wanted.

Offering her hand, she silently invited me to join her in the shower. I was usually in control, but the rules didn't apply with Winter. She owned my heart, and I was a slave to her.

The warm water hit us as she squirted a generous amount of body wash onto the loofah. With circular motions, she cleaned my body with her soothing touch. From my chest to my arms and hands, she washed away the day's tensions.

My stomach tightened with anticipation as she moved lower. Her gaze, filled with innocence and desire, held mine as she washed my abs, my cock twitching with need. Her touch was gentle as she cleaned my sensitive balls and hard cock, her fingers teasing. Kneeling before me, she continued washing my legs with slow, deliberate strokes. Every fiber of my being urged me to take her, to claim her mouth, her body. But I held back, my fists clenched at my sides, and reminded myself that this was her way of showing love for me.

After she washed my hair and face, we stepped out of the shower. We dried each other tenderly, our touches speaking volumes of our unspoken passion. Still naked, we returned to the bedroom, where she guided me to bed.

"Lay down," she whispered, her voice thick with lust.

I raised an eyebrow and complied, my body throbbing with need

“Can I... can I ride you?” she asked, a mix of shyness and anticipation in her voice.

My fingers trailed along her skin. "You want to ride my dick?" I asked with a playful smirk, enjoying the flush that spread across her cheeks.

She nodded, her breath quickening.

"You don't need permission, Angel. You can take whatever you want from me." My voice came out low and husky.

Winter brought out a side of me that no other woman had. She made me want to indulge in foreplay, to explore her desires, and to talk dirty until I saw the heat of arousal in her eyes.

Winter, my naked, sweetest temptation, crawled toward me on the bed. Her eyes never left mine as she positioned herself on my lap, her hands resting on my chest.

"I'm a bad influence, aren't I?" I teased, my thumb brushing her lower lip.

She grinned, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "Maybe just a little." Her gaze fell to my aching arousal.

"If you keep looking at it like that, it's going to explode, and you'll be covered in my cum," I warned her with a wicked grin.

This was what I need right now. Winter. My Angel.

Her eyes widened, and her laughter filled the room. I couldn’t help but smile at the sound, feeling that familiar tug in my chest. Winter affected me like no other, and I couldn’t deny the depth of my feelings for her.

"Why so scared, Angel?" I asked softly, seeing the trepidation in her eyes.

She bit her lip again and moved her gaze to my dick. "I want to try something."

Raising an eyebrow, I feigned ignorance. "Oh, yeah?"

A playful glint danced in her eyes, and just as I reached out to pull her closer, she raised her hands, stopping me in my tracks. “I want to be the one in control this time,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

Oh, fuck.

My heart raced. I’d always been the one in control, the one calling the shots in the bedroom. The mere thought of being bound and surrendering my power felt like stepping into uncharted territory. It scared the shit out of me to allow a woman to cuff me to the bed while she rode me hard. But it also sent a thrill of fear and excitement through my veins.

But then I remembered Selena and the betrayal that still haunted me. Trusting someone again was a risk I wasn’t willing to take, and yet, as I gazed into Winter’s eyes, I saw a spark of innocence that pulled at my heartstrings. There was something about her, something that made me want to break my own rules and give in to her every whim.

Maybe normal people would call this love, but I knew better. This was an obsession—a dangerously intoxicating one. Winter was my obsession, and as I laid there, caught between fear and desire, I realized that for her, I might just be willing to let go.

I replied, a teasing lilt in my voice, trying to mask the tumult of emotions swirling within me. “You think you can handle me?”

Her smile widened, the challenge sparking between us like electricity. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

"Okay, baby. You can have your way with me." I pulled her closer, my hands grasping her curvaceous ass. Her lips were inches from mine, a mischievous smile playing on her plump lips. I couldn't resist any longer and crushed our mouths together, my tongue seeking hers in a passionate dance. Her giggle vibrated through our kiss, and as she pulled away, her tender gaze pierced my soul. I wanted her—heart, body, and soul. I wanted to keep her safe, to love her fiercely, to mark her as mine, and to create a future with her.

Fucking feelings.

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