Page 15 of Avoiding Temptation
“I’m sorry, what?” I almost spray him with the creamy liquid.
“It’s a cocktail called a slippery nipple. You made out earlier that you’d lived a sheltered life, so I assumed you’d not had one before. The drink, I mean,” he adds when my cheeks flame.
Why is it that the second he says that, the only thing I can see is him sucking my—no. Totally inappropriate.
As if he knows exactly where my head’s at, his eyes drop to my chest. “Although, I could certainly arrange for the other kind, if you fancy it.”
A bolt of lust hits me so hard I think I’d be on the floor if I wasn’t already sitting. My lips part as my breathing increases. A wicked smile twitches at his lips as his eyes bounce between mine and my lips. I really should do something to stop this. My thoughts vanish when he reaches across the table and tangles our fingers together.
Thankfully, the music starts again, cutting off any more inappropriate comments that might be on the tip of his tongue. I can tell by the darkness of his eyes and the twitching muscle in his neck that he’s thinking of plenty.
Turning my focus away from him, I look at the band up on stage and try to ignore the need sitting heavy in my stomach. He, however, doesn’t turn away from me throughout their entire set.
Needing a little space to breathe, I excuse myself to the bathroom. The music is still loud as I do my business, but even though I wanted some space, the second I’m away from him, I find myself looking over my shoulder once again before rushing back to the safety of his side.
I find two fresh drinks waiting for me at the table when I retake my seat.
“Should I ask?”
He chuckles as he goes back to the bar to grab his beer, but instead of taking his seat, he comes up behind me and whispers, “The clear one with the olive is a martini—dirty, of course. And the other, that’s something else I think you might be in need of.”
“Oh?”
“A screaming orgasm.” My breath catches as his nose—or lips, I’m not really sure—runs around the shell of my ear. My wanton moan only serves to prove to both of us that that could possibly be exactly what I need.
It doesn't mean you’re going to allow it to happen,a little voice screams inside my head. I just about manage to hear her over the blood racing in my ears as I wonder just how good he’d be at giving me a real one of those and not just the cocktail.
He’s gone as fast as he appeared, and by the time I look up he’s sitting in his seat, sipping on his beer like those few seconds didn’t happen.
“What?” he asks when he places his glass down and finds me staring at him with my mouth still agape.
“N-nothing.”
“Good, drink up. I’ve got plans.”
“More?”
“Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to stay up all night and experience London?”
“I guess.”
“Well, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make that happen?”
Friend.Friend.The word feels wrong, but the reality is that even being friends is against the rules. And I know for a fact that wanting more, like what he just whispered in my ear, would smash all the rules to smithereens.
Chapter Seven
I haveno clue what the time is, and quite frankly I don’t care. That could be due to the amount of alcohol I’ve put away tonight, or it could be the company, I’ve no idea. But as we dance together in the basement of a club that I can’t for the life of me remember the name of, I realise that I feel more alive than I have done in...forever. And it’s not just this place that does that, it’s him. He makes me feel like the woman I’ve always wanted to be. He makes me feel whole, and I’ve only just met him.
“Stop thinking,” he whispers in my ear, his hands finding my hips and pulling me back into his body.
He’s been fairly well behaved since he whispered naughty things about screaming orgasms in my ear at the bar. I must admit that I expected him to pull me to him the moment he dragged me onto the dancefloor. I’d witnessed him dancing before, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to experience what it would be like to move my hips in time with his like the girls that night.
“Sorry, just trying to process everything.”
“Well, stop. The only thing you should be doing right now is feeling. Feel the music. Feel your body moving in time to the beat, and feel the tension that’s pulling your shoulders tight wash away.”
“O-okay,” I stutter as his groin rolls against my arse. A tremble races through me, and my body follows his lead.
