Page 68 of Undeniable Temptation

“Come on. Say no.”

She growled, fucking growled, as he pushed another finger into her heat. He didn’t think she realized how loud she was. At least not until Mason cursed and the volume of the movie doubled.

“Don’t taunt me,” she demanded. “Not unless you want to learn that I can fight back.”

“Not taunting, my love.” He couldn’t contain a smirk. There was no way she was denying him. No way in hell. “Merely trying to prove to myself that you do want me.”

“You know I do.” She shuddered with the next undulation of his fingers.

“I know now.” He stared at her, at the way her teeth embedded in her lower lip and the lust-drunk sweep of her lashes. “But when we’re not together I need to fight against doubt.”

She paused, lucidity sinking back into her eyes. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “You’re too good to be true, Leah. I can barely believe it when I’m with you, let alone when we’re apart.”

She jerked her hips, making his fingers withdraw from her heat. “Then I need to try harder to convince you.”

With his body still against hers, she wiggled out of her panties, then shoved his shoulder down on the mattress as she straddled him. She was crouched forward, the back of her head against the roof of the bunk, her sweet scented hair dangling in his face as she removed her bra.

“Fuck.”

She glared. “I’ve warned you about swearing.”

“Then stop doing shit to make me fucking crazy.” He smirked, then held his breath as she descended, her body contorting like a pretzel as she came face to face with his crotch.

“Fuck.” His pulse was a staccato beat. “Fuck.” His balls were drawn tight. “Fuck.” His shaft was throbbing. He could already feel her mouth on him, could already imagine how warm and wet she would be.

She peered up at him, the determination in her eyes rendering him immobile as she yanked his boxer briefs to mid-thigh. “Ready?”

He shook his head. He wasnotfucking ready. He was too hard, too hot, too fucking insane with the need for her mouth that he thought he might blow in anticipation.

She chuckled, the bursts of breath brushing his cock in a teasing caress. “Too bad.” Her tongue came out, moistening her lips before swiping the head of his shaft.

He hissed. His hips bucked. And his throat was so dry he thought he’d die from the pain of it.

She turned her gaze to his dick, her attention moving from the pre-cum beading his slit, to his shaft and back again. “What do you like?”

“You…” He swallowed over razorblades. “I like you.”

She chuckled again. “Maybe you’ll like me even more in a minute.”

Her tongue flicked the moisture from the head of his cock, once, twice. He had to clutch the sheet to fight the need to thrust. She was teasing the life from him, making his heart pulse so damn fast he wondered if it’d soon stop entirely.

He begged her with his eyes, begged more than his words ever could. “Oh, god, Leah. Please don’t fuck with me.”

“OK.” She engulfed his length, her moist lips sucking him deep, blowing his entire mind with one simple movement.

He jerked into her and closed his eyes in an attempt to gain control. She worked him, up and down, over and over, pushing him to the brink. Little moans escaped her lips, the vibrations tormenting his shaft and thrumming through his bloodstream.

Blissful heaven.

Restrained hell.

When her fingers teased his balls, he knew he was in trouble. He was close. Too damn close. Too damn soon.

“Get your ass up here,” he growled, and cursed inwardly when he opened his eyes to peer down at her. When he’d first seen her in his bunk, she’d been the epitome of beauty. Now she was the goddess of sexuality with her lips ruby red, her cheeks flushed, and her hair partially covering her phenomenal breasts.

She released his cock with a pop and licked her lips. “Why?”

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