Page 17 of Avoiding Temptation
“Are you ready for me, Miss Smith?” He pinches each nipple harder, pulling them harshly, the action sending lightning bolts to my core. A ball of something explosive grows within me to the point that I feel like I’m about to break apart. My temperature spikes, my heart pounds, and then it happens. Lights flash behind my eyes, and something explodes within me. Wave after wave of pleasure so intense hits me again and again, threatening to buckle my knees.
“Holy fuck.” His deep, gravelly voice has aftershocks shooting off around my body.
Dropping his hand from my top, he spins me in his arms. I keep my eyes locked on his shoulder as his arms wrap around my waist. I’m too embarrassed by what just happened to risk looking up into his eyes.
If he says anything, I don’t hear it, but his fingers press under my chin and I’m powerless but to allow him to tip my head back.
The desire in his eyes has my breath catching in my throat. His tongue sneaks out and captures my attention as it runs along his bottom lip. My mouth waters as he leans in. I expect his lips to press to mine, but he surprises me once again when he moves to whisper in my ear. “I’m pretty sure that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
He’s clearly got a lot more experience in this stuff than me, so I highly doubt his words are true. If he had the balls to do what he just did to me while surrounded by hundreds of people, then I’ve no doubt he’s done much, much worse. The thought has disappointment cooling the fire that’s still burning within me.
I know for a fact that it’s the hottest thingI’veever experienced. I’m not a virgin by any means, but when I think back to my previous encounters, the term ‘lie back and think of England’ comes to mind.
My cheeks heat as I think about my first orgasm being delivered in the middle of a night club.
“You’re beautiful when you blush.” Unable to hold his eyes, I look over his shoulder. The sincerity pouring from them is a little much to take. “You want to get out of here?”
“Sure.”I think that’s probably for the best. Somehow, I manage to keep that last thought to myself.
Joe threads his fingers through mine and, after stopping to collect our coats and my bags, we head out into the night.
“What time is it?”
“Almost four.”
“Four in the morning?” I ask, disbelief filling my voice.
“Yeah. How do you feel, having almost done your full all-nighter?”
“Weirdly not tired.”
“Good, because we haven't finished yet.”
“No?”
“No. You might want to change your shoes, though. We’re going for a night time tour of the city.”
The moment he mentions my shoes, all feeling comes back to my feet, and they throb.
Joe holds onto my elbow as I pull the sandals off and slip on my much more comfortable flats. Then we set off.
I’ve no idea if he has a destination in mind, but I don’t really care. I’d follow him to the end of the earth right now if it meant I continued feeling the way I am.
Not once do I look over my shoulder to see if we’re being followed, and not a second passes in which I think about my past. It’s exactly where it belongs when I’m with Joe: in the past.
By the time he pulls me into a twenty-four hour shop and off licence, we’ve walked miles and the alcohol that was running through my system has long since disappeared—that is, until he purchases a bottle of tequila.
“You’re joking, right? We’re not drinking that now?”
“Hair of the dog. It’ll help set you up for the day.”
The thought of a full day at work has realisation setting in. “Fuck.”
“Exactly. But I’ve got plenty of experience when it comes to partying all night. So are you with me?” He twists the top off the second we emerge from the electric lights of the small shop and takes a swig. He winces as it burns but happily hands it over.
“To going crazy and pulling all nighters,” I say with a laugh and lift it to my lips. “Ugh,” I complain once I’ve swallowed it, discovering that there’s a reason I’ve never had this before.
“To unexpected all nighters with beautiful strangers.”
