Page 113 of Tempt Me

Isla picks up on it too. She reaches into the pocket of her cutoffs and takes out her key.

The moment we step inside, and the door closes behind us, I pull her into me again, cupping her face in my hands, slanting my mouth over hers. She makes a faint moan that sets my groin aching. My cock presses against the seam of my jeans and Isla’s hand moves down to rake over the tough fabric. It’s my turn to moan as my tongue teases at hers. I move her until she’s pressed against the wall, brushing her satin-soft hair back so I can feast at her neck and nibble the length of her collarbone while my hands are busy with the buttons on her shorts.

I get them undone and sink my hand inside, rubbing the soft cotton fabric of her panties and feeling her wetness through the thin material.

“Oh god,” I groan as she gasps, “Yes.” She wriggles against me, impatient, riddled with need. I stroke her until she’s squirming.

“Caden,” she whispers, her mouth moving to my ear. She nips my earlobe with her teeth and I think I might faint. “Caden, please…”

God, she’s so fucking sexy. I slip one finger beneath the cotton to feel the sweet wet line of her pussy. I want to open her up and devour her. I dip one finger just barely into her entrance and she cries out.

Fuck it. I need her in my mouth.

I drop to my knees, pulling her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She steps out of them, yanking off her tank top and standing there in only a black lace bra and nothing else. I gaze up at her, my eyes drinking in her perfection, the smooth plane of her stomach, the dip of her navel, the pert curves of her breasts. The way her hair spills across one shoulder. Her teeth press softly into her lower lip, her eyes alight with need.

“Please,” she says again.

I need no further encouragement. I lick her slowly, in one long, luscious pull and she groans as her fingers knot in my hair. I probe her further, exploring her, tasting her, hungry but never satiated. I want more. My tongue teases her clit then sinks deeper as I hitch one leg over my shoulder and angle her. She arches her back, giving me full access, and I feast on her wetness, on her utter perfection, the delicious lines of her, feeling her muscles tense and shudder.

My cock is like a coil ready to spring. Isla is ready too—I feel it in the pitch of her breath, the quickening of her pulse, the way her thighs clench with need. I circle her clit with my tongue just as I plunge a finger inside her, opening her up as she spasms against me, letting out a glorious wail of ecstasy.

When she’s done, I kiss her sex softly then kiss her hip bones, her stomach… I kiss her all the way up until I’m standing before her.

She’s panting, her eyelids heavy with pleasure, and a satisfied smile curves on her lips.

“You look awfully pleased with yourself,” she says breathlessly.

I cup her neck and bring her in for a kiss. She wraps her arms around me and peels herself off the wall.

“I need you inside me,” she murmurs.

“Oh yes,” I agree.

In one swift motion, I pick her up. She shrieks with laughter as I carry her to the bed. I place her down gently and she gazes up at me. She’s so beautiful, for a moment, it’s hard to breathe. Then she pouts.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she says.

I chuckle. “Let me fix that.”

I slip my tee over my head and can’t help the pinch of pride as Isla’s eyes drink in my chest. She licks her lips, her breath quickening again. But it’s nothing compared to her reaction when I remove my jeans and boxers.

“Oh,” she groans, sitting up to take my cock in her hands. I gasp at her gentle touch, the way she strokes me then leans down to take me into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I cry as she sucks on me, taking her time, licking me like an ice cream cone, like I’m her favorite treat. Her tongue circles my tip and I think I might explode right then and there. “Condom,” I gasp, barely able to keep a coherent thought in my head.

Isla looks up, my cock still in her mouth, and points to the nightstand.

“Good god, woman,” I growl as she gives me one final stroke then releases me. She grins and licks her lips.

“You’re delicious,” she says. I scramble in the nightstand drawer, grab a condom, and slip it on, turning just as she unclasps her bra. Her breasts fall free and I push her back onto the bed, taking one full in my mouth and sucking on it until she’s crying and begging for more. I pinch one nipple between my fingers as I suck the other breast, making her fully wet and ready for me again. Her hands scrabble against my back and her thighs clamp around my waist like a vice. I plump and stroke her, feeling like I’ll never get enough. She squirms against me and I feel her slickness against my shaft.

I need her. Now.

I sink between her thighs, my cock teasing her entrance. She shudders and looks up at me as we pause for a moment. I take her in, the slope of her nose, the delicate pink of her cheeks, the welcoming green of her eyes. I stroke her jaw with one finger and tilt her face up toward mine.

I love her so much in this moment. It feels like too much for one body to contain.

Then I sink inside her and I know I’ve reached nirvana.

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