Page 37 of His Temptation
I nod my head. He steps back until we are no longer touching, like my words physically pulled him away from me.
“How?” His eyes look me up and down. “Look at you.”
I roll my eyes. “While I appreciate you objectifying me, it has nothing to do with my looks.”
“Are you … religious?” he asks.
I walk toward the back of his office and look out at the view in an effort to get some space from the overwhelming feeling of having this conversation with someone like him, someone with so much … experience.
“Noooo,” I drawl out as I spin around and cross my arms. “Why?”
“So, you’re not waiting for marriage?” he says, taking a couple of steps in my direction.
“No, Lincoln, I’m not waiting for marriage. I’ve lived in a studio apartment with my brother, taking care of him, since I was sixteen. I’ve had no space or time for dating.”
He walks closer until he gets to the window and looks out while I face him. “What about now?” he asks.
“What about now?”
He looks at me. “Are you dating now?”
I laugh bitterly. “No, Lincoln, I’m not dating now.”
His eyebrows lift, as if he’s amused by me. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” I bite my bottom lip as I glance at the ground. “I just moved to a two-bedroom apartment last year. Until a couple of weeks ago, I hadn’t even …” I stop when I realize what I was about to reveal.
“Keep going,” he demands. “I won’t judge you for anything, Kylie.”
I don’t know what it is, but when I look into his eyes, it makes me feel comfortable enough to reveal my secrets. He already knows part of it anyway.
“I hadn’t even touched myself.”
His eyes close as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You told me yesterday that you’d touched yourself to thoughts of me …” he says in a strained voice.
When I don’t answer, his eyes open, and his gaze holds something that could burn through all my defenses.
“I did tell you that,” I reply.
I can see his hands ball into fists in his pockets, like he’s trying to restrain himself.
“Are you telling me that the first time you ever had an orgasm was to thoughts of me?”
It sounds dirty, coming out of his mouth. It leaves a burning desire in the pit of my stomach. I dip my chin slightly, my answer subtle but unmistakable.
His head falls back, revealing his Adam’s apple as he takes a pained breath. “You’re making it really hard for me to keep my hands off of you, Kylie.”
It suddenly dawns on me just how badly I want him to. Just the thought of walking out of this office without his touch leaves my body feeling cold and tense.
“Lincoln …” I whisper, waiting until he looks at me. “Touch me.”
My request hangs in the air between us. Panic rises in my chest as I brace myself for rejection.
His jaw clenches. “I’m not taking your virginity.”
I walk a step closer. “I’m not asking you to take my virginity. I’m asking you to touch me. Make me feel good. For years, I’ve deprived myself of anything I wanted so I could focus on my brother. I want something for myself now.”
I can see the glimmer of control he has left start to fade away.
