Page 69 of Reckless Temptation

“Sabrina?”

She pulled back slightly, staying within my reach. Then without a reply, she reached up and pressed her lips to mine.

Anytime she kissed me, I was a fucking goner. Those soft, plump lips would always be my undoing. Yet, this time, as she initiated it, she lacked the stubborn hunger. She wasn’t demanding that I kiss her back like the horny, sex-crazed pair we were becoming for each other.

She kissedme. Tenderly and gently, she brushed her lips over mine like she wanted to deliver some sweetness into my life. Like she wanted to wipe out anything bad.

Like she cared.

Like she wanted to make me happy.

When she pulled back, I furrowed my brow and worried even more. “What’s wrong?”

Something had to be wrong for her to be changing this swiftly and warming up to me. For as long as she had been adamant that we couldn’t work and she wouldn’t fall for me in any way, she was diving headfirst into making this connection between us feel even stronger and more real.

Shaking her head, she hedged again. This time, when she kissed me again, with more heat and slipping her tongue past my lips to explore for a taste, I groaned and gave in.

Who was I to question her?

This was exactly what I’d been wanting. Her submission and need for me were precisely what I’d been fantasizing about.

I can ask later. After.

Now, with her in my arms and no one due to come into the studio for the rest of the night, I’d enjoy whatever I could.

Kissing her back harder, I lowered until I could grip the undersides of her thighs. She followed my lead, arching back and jumping up so I could hold her. Like this, her pussy pressed against my rapidly growing erection tenting in my jeans. One deep kiss from her was all it took for me to be raring and ready to fuck her. And this was no exception.

Her being here made no sense after she vowed for so long to want nothing to do with me.

But carrying her toward the sofa in the corner of the studio made completely wicked and perfect sense.

She angled her head to the side as she clung to me, draping her arms over my shoulders and securing them in a loop around my neck. Moaning and dueling with our tongues, we battled for dominance, but still, this was tame. Tender and slow. Sweet and sensual. Unlike the other times I’d gotten down with her, it seemed like we were on the same page of dragging it out.

I lowered her to the sofa, following her down until I hovered over her. Bracing my forearms on either side of her head, I pressed my body over hers and relished the sexy-as-fuck moans that slipped from her lips.

Kissing without pause, we worked on peeling off our clothes. She didn’t care that I still had paint on my arms and hands. And I wasn’t in the mood to slow down because she still had sand clinging to her calves. We kissed until air ceased to matter. The only priority we could share was getting naked, and the journey to achieve that was all the foreplay I could handle.

Seeing her naked and open for me was a gift I’d never take for granted. Not just because I was supposed to treat her like theenemy because of Tiffany, but because she wasn’t ever supposed to be mine.

I feasted my eyes on her smooth, golden skin. Dragging my gaze over her generous tits and perky, dark nipples, I growled with desire.

“Please,” she said, reaching up for me as I stared at her and looked my fill. Committing this moment to memory felt too important, as though I wasn’t sure when I could count on her submission like this again.

I nodded, caressing her hips as I lowered my hand toward her cunt. First slipping one finger in, then another, I played with her and reveled in how she writhed and squirmed on the couch. So ready and impatient, all open and not keeping any defenses or layers up between us.

In the back of my mind, I considered asking her if she wanted me to use a condom, but I didn’t. I couldn’t manage that much of a break away from her like this. I was clean, and since I’d taken her virginity, I knew she was too. Plus, from stalking for information about her, I saw her post online about fighting for women’s rights and knew that she was on the pill.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t wait. And with how ragged her breaths came, she was so close to coming for the first time tonight. I anticipated making love with her all damn night long. I had to. Because being with her felt too right to give up.

Her slick inner walls squeezed on my fingers, and feeling the beginning of her orgasm pushed me to smile and watch as she came apart for me. Shivering and crying out, she arched her back and lifted her hands up over her chest. As if she was so overcome with the relief of coming, she almost hugged herself.

“No. Don’t you dare hide from me. You’re mine, Sabrina.” I shifted closer, wedging myself between her legs some more.

“Nick,” she moaned, staring up at me with such a stunned and sated stare.

“You’re mine, Sabrina.” I pushed my cockhead closer, then rubbed it over her juices and smeared it.

“Yours,” she agreed in a breathy whisper. Angling her hips up higher, she urged me to slide into her. “Take me, please, Nick. Make me yours.”

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