Page 46 of Avoiding Temptation
It takes a few seconds for me to figure out if my legs will hold me up before I follow his orders. My knees threaten to buckle the moment I move them, but thankfully, I don’t crumple to a pile on the floor.
The second my back is to him, his fingers grip onto the zip at the base of my neck and he pulls it down. My breasts swell once again, my nipples puckering against the lace containing them.
Goosebumps break out across my skin when he pushes the fabric from my shoulders.
“It feels like it’s been a lifetime since I’ve touched you.” He kisses down my spine until he finds the clasp of my bra. He unhooks it and allows it to fall to the floor.
Descending, he pulls my thong down my legs before helping me slip my shoes from my feet.
“Turn,” he repeats.
After sucking in some confidence, I spin. My skin heats under his intense stare, my nipples harden even further, and my core grows hot for him once again.
Reaching behind his head, he pulls his shirt from his body, revealing his rippling muscles beneath before pushing his jeans and boxers from his hips and toeing off his shoes.
I take my time running my eyes over every inch of him, but my ogling is soon stopped when I’m pulled into his arms and thrown onto the bed.
“I hope you didn’t think we were done.”
“Not even for a second. Sleep is for the weak, right?” He laughs, and it awakens something inside me that I didn’t even realise was missing until right now. My heart swells seeing the wide, genuine smile on his handsome face. I want to wrap my arms around him and never let go, and that’s a seriously scary thought. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him, and I already know that nothing good can come from being with me.
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I’veno idea what time we eventually fall asleep, but when I wake it’s with Joe’s arms locked around me. I breathe a sigh of relief when I realise that I had my first peaceful night’s sleep (even if it was only a few hours) since he was with me last time. I put it down to my exhaustion, but I can’t help hoping it’s more than that, because for the first time in weeks, I feel safe. While I’m in his arms, I know nothing’s going to happen to me.
Needing to see him, I try to turn in his arms without waking him. I barely move and my muscles pull, a reminder of just how busy we got last night. I’m most definitely not used to that kind of exertion.
His breathing stays steady and he doesn’t move so I think I’m successful, but when I look up, I find him staring back down at me, his eyes full of amusement.
“Hey,” I say shyly, suddenly very aware of the fact my naked body is crushed up against his.
“Hi.” Something wicked twinkles in his eyes, and my stomach tumbles in anticipation of what’s to come. “You hungry?”
“Uh…I guess. What time is breakfast?”
“Right now.” Before I have a chance to blink, he’s thrown the covers off and is trailing a line of kisses down my stomach.
My body immediately wakes up for him, and my veins fill with fire, knowing what he’s about to do to me.
It’s safe to say I’ve never had an alarm clock like this before and I’m pretty sure I’d quite happily keep it. The serious thought makes me still for a beat, and he doesn’t miss it. He’s hovering over my navel when he looks up and his eyes find mine. He doesn’t say any words, but I can feel the question in his stare. Forcing a small smile onto my lips, I nod slightly. He holds our connection for a second longer, I guess trying to figure out if I really am okay or not, but before long the soft brush of his lips under my belly button has goosebumps pricking my skin.
“So fucking sweet. I could eat you all day long, Quinn.” Heat floods my face at the thought.
“You won’t hear me complaining.” I’m not sure how I’ve managed my entire life without this but after just one lick from his skilled tongue and I feel myself becoming addicted to his touch.
His tongue sweeps up the length of me, making my back arch. Needing more of what he’s got to give, I thread my fingers into his hair and hold him down. His chuckle only adds to the sensations he’s causing.
Sooner than I was expecting, with two fingers deep inside me and his tongue circling my clit, I come all over his face. He doesn’t stop until the last tremors of my orgasm have subsided. When he sits up, it’s with the smuggest smile playing on his lips.
“Pleased with yourself?” I ask with a laugh.
He crawls over me, holds my face in his hand and stares deep into my eyes. “You just screamed my name over and over. Of course I’m fucking pleased with myself.”
I go to laugh, but his lips cover mine. I hesitate because…morning breath, but it doesn’t seem to bother Joe as he slips his tongue inside my mouth. I eagerly return his kiss, the fire he’d doused inside me sparking back to life the second I taste myself on him.
Without breaking our kiss, he situates himself at my entrance, and we both sigh when he slowly slides inside me.
Last night we fucked, and we fucked hard. Hence my aching muscles this morning. But this, this is something totally different. It’s slower, it’s more…sensual, and when he pulls back and looks into my eyes, I can’t help but feel like he’s trying to tell me something. Something I’m nowhere near ready to accept or deal with. Tears sting my eyes, and I fight to keep them down, but when he drops his forehead against mine, his hand splayed across my throat possessively, I can’t prevent one escaping.
