Page 78 of His Temptation
“Forget all of it. Use me instead.”
His hands find my hips, and he squeezes them tightly. There is hesitation in his eyes. I can see his need for control and to escape his thoughts.
I lean forward and brush my lips over his. “I mean it. Take what you need.”
With that, the dam breaks, and his tongue is in my mouth, taking what he wants—what he needs. It’s an all-consuming kiss that holds so much hurt and pain. I scrape my fingers through his hair and move my body against his.
He works to free himself from his pants, and I pull my underwear to the side. When he lines himself up at my entrance, I sink down as quickly as I can take him. The look of pure relief on his face is exactly what I wanted.
“Ride me, Kylie,” he says in a dark voice. “Show me how you can take it all away.”
That’s what I do. I use the handle on the ceiling of the car for leverage and move myself up and down, back and forth, loving the feeling of being in charge. It’s freeing to be in control of both of our orgasms.
He throws his head back on the seat when he’s coming and curses his satisfaction, sending me spiraling into my own release. Then I fall forward and rest my body on top of his, his dick still inside of me. We stay like this the rest of the drive to my place. No words needed.
28
LINCOLN
Last night was one of the worst nights that I’d had in a long time. From the snide comments my family members made about my relationship with Kylie to the fact that my mother was so brazenly going to tell Kylie all about my past. It’s like she is clueless as to what her actions did to me, growing up. She thinks my issues today are all because of my disability.
Little does she know, I’m fine with who I was back then. I’m fine with who I am today. What I’m not okay with is how embarrassed my parents were of me when I was struggling so much.
And I know Kylie sensed the hostility. She knows there’s a reason for it. I’m starting to realize why I never wanted a relationship before. The person all of a sudden wants to know everything about you. They insert themselves into situations that are none of their business. Some things are meant to stay in the past.
However, last night, she helped me in a way that I’d never had before. She was by my side throughout the event, just for support. I didn’t feel as alone with her next to me. Afterward, when she told me to use her to forget, I did. I forgot all about the turmoil raging within me and got lost in the moment with her. It settled me in a way that was shocking and terrifying.
I can’t get used to the idea that I will need her to help me get through those times in my life. It’s dangerous—the idea of me needing her. After my upbringing, I’ve set my life up to where I will never need anyone ever again. That is why I took out student loans instead of letting my parents pay for my college. That’s why, after I graduated, I wouldn’t use my father’s connections or work for him. My money, my success, my happiness can never be dependent on someone else.
My phone chimes in my pocket. I pull it out and check my notifications.
Kylie: Lunch today? Ben and his friends are going to go practice basketball in the park.
I sigh. Even now, the speed at which I want to reply yes is concerning. Why do I miss her? I just saw her less than ten hours ago. I should tell her I’m busy. All signs point to me feeling overwhelmed right now, but the part of me that misses her seems to win out.
Me: I’m free. Where do you want to go?
Kylie: Somewhere cheap so I can pay.
I find myself smiling at my phone.
Me: Well, that’s never going to happen. Even if we go somewhere cheap, I’m paying. So, you might as well just pick where you actually want to go.
She reluctantly agrees and tells me where to meet her.
I find her sitting at a table next to the front window when I walk into the restaurant. She smiles and waves. Her eyes travel the length of my body several times as I approach.
I take a seat opposite her.
“Hey.” I smile. “You checking me out already?”
She giggles softly. “I’ve just never seen you dressed so casually.”
I’m in a pair of black jogger pants, a gray hoodie, and a baseball cap. It’s Saturday. I don’t feel the need to dress like a prick when I’m not working. I like to be comfortable.
“Do you have a problem with my attire?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Not at all,” she replies. “It’s actually extremely sexy.”
