Page 60 of His Temptation
Another moment of pure honesty from her.
My head cranes to look at her again. “I didn’t know I was capable of them either.”
Her throat moves as she swallows. “What does this mean?”
I feel my pulse in my neck as my mouth goes dry. “I think I want to date.”
“You … want to date … me?” she says as her voice goes higher.
“Why is the idea so crazy to you?” I ask slightly defensively.
“Because you’re”—she looks me up and down—“you. You’re rich, handsome, smart, powerful. I’ve seen the women you date. They’re like supermodels. I’m just some poor assistant who had to lie to get her job.”
My head falls to the side as I take in her words. She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t see what I see in her. What other men all around see in her.
I scoot forward on the couch and take her face into my hands. “Don’t fucking talk about yourself like that. Those women you speak of, the ones I used to date, do you have any idea how empty they made me feel? All they cared about was what mymoney could buy them. You … you don’t look at me like an ATM,” I tell her, voice thick with emotion.
I continue, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. I’m so blown away by how you’ve handled the cards life dealt you. You’ve been through ten times more than I have in life, and yet you still give grace to everyone. You believe in a happy world. I’m jealous of how strong you are.”
Her eyes glisten with moisture. “That’s the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me.” Her voice shakes with emotion.
I should say more, tell her more, give her all the compliments in the world that will make her see how special she is, but all I can do is kiss her. The moment our lips meet, the world spins. I open my mouth and touch our tongues together gently. We take our time, exploring this kiss that’s filled with the promise of more.
She pulls away, and her innocent eyes meet mine. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
Before I can slow things down, she’s standing and pulling me down the hallway. We walk into my room, and she turns to me.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight,” I tell her. “That’s not the reason I brought you back here. Plus, you’ve got your brother at home.”
She sits on my bed and scoots back until her head falls down on my pillow. She looks like an angel on my bed with the city lights surrounding her. My mouth goes dry, and I swallow to try and find some moisture to help me speak.
“I want you to have sex with me tonight,” she whispers. “Take my virginity.”
My breath catches in my throat. I’m stuck in my spot, completely unable to move. I am normally such a calculated person. I make decisions carefully and thoughtfully. I consider all my avenues. It’s what has gotten me to the top.
Now, here I am, feeling completely out of control.
“Kylie … I don’t—I don’t expect you to do this yet,” I whisper as my hands bunch into fists at my sides as she lies in front of me with all the trust in the world.
“Lincoln,” she cuts me off, “I know you don’t expect me to. I want to. I’ve thought about this for so long. I want it to be with you.”
She stretches her arm out for me to join her. Despite my heart feeling like it might explode out of my chest, I kick off my shoes and join her on the bed. When I lie on my side, she mirrors me, and we both stare at each other.
I trace her forehead, then her cheek with my fingers. Then I pull on her bottom lip. My dick already hurts with how hard it is at just the thought of being with her.
“I don’t want you to regret it,” I admit, my fear taking over. “That would kill me.”
She leans in and kisses me gently. “I need you to trust that I can make my own decisions. I’ve been doing it my entire life. Do you want to have sex with me?”
I hear the doubt in her voice. I can’t believe she thinks she even needs to ask that.
“It’s all I’ve thought about since the first day I met you,” I admit.
“Do you have any condoms?” she asks.
I nod my head in response.
“Then please,” she says softly as she takes my hand and rests it on her stomach, “I need this. I need to feel like a real woman.”
