Page 40 of Chasing Temptation
“Shouldn’t we tell them we’re leaving?” She looks back over her shoulder in concern but everyone’s too busy dancing to pay us any attention.
“They’ll understand.”
She nods slightly and allows me to pull her the rest of the way from the club. As we descend the stairs, I order us an Uber, and as if someone is looking down on us tonight, there’s one right outside.
We climb in the second we spot it. If he says anything I don’t hear it because the moment I close the door behind me, I pull Quinn into my side and continue what we started in the club.
My tongue slides past her lips and she moans quietly into my mouth, her need for me getting the better of her just like mine is for her.
The journey is over in a flash, although I’m not sure that’s really true because the second my lips connect with Quinn’s all sense of time seems to vanish.
We’re out of the taxi and fumbling our way towards the lift before I’ve realised we’ve moved.
I slam my hand down on the button for the fourth floor and together we crash back against the wall. My hands run up her waist and squeeze her breasts, my need to have her naked almost has me ripping fabric from her body. Her fingers frantically pull at where my shirt’s tucked into my trousers. The hot skin of her hands meets my abs, and I flinch at the sparks that shoot around my body.
Fuck, I hope I don’t ever get used to that feeling.
I’m just aware enough to know when the lift door opens. I swing her up into my arms and carry her to the door. I’ve got it open and we’re on our way towards the bedroom before I have time to blink. In my lust haze I’ve totally forgotten about her final surprise for the day, until she looks up at me and says, “What’s that smell?”
“Just wait.”
I drop her to her feet outside our closed bedroom door.
“Go on,” I encourage.
She lifts her hand and pushes the handle down. The second the door swings open she gasps.
I left the bedside lights on along with the little fairy lights that are now hanging around the gold-framed mirror above the bed.
“Joe, it’s beautiful.”
Coming to stand behind her, I nuzzle her neck, drinking in her sweet scent.
“You said your office was cream and gold and that you loved it so…”
“It’s perfect.”
“I just wanted somewhere that felt like yours. That felt like home.”
“This is my home, Joe. It’s where you are.”
“Fuck.” I scoop her up and launch her at the bed. She squeals and giggles as she bounces, but she soon stops when I loom over her.
“You ready to properly christen your new home?” I flip her over before she can even answer and pull the zip of her dress down her back. She arches when my tongue follows its progress and I find exactly what I was expecting: no bra.
Pushing the fabric from her shoulders, I cup both her breasts, making her moan in pleasure.
“I hope you’ve got plenty of energy because you’re not sleeping tonight until I’ve made you come every way. Starting with these.” I pinch her nipples hard and her arse grinds against my erect cock.
I trail kisses down her back until I can’t wait to have her taste on my tongue.
Flipping her on to her back, I pull her dress from her legs, leaving her sexy as fuck shoes in place. I have every intention of feeling those bad boys digging in my arse cheeks in the very near future.
Emotion chokes me as I stare down at her before me in just a tiny lace thong and her shoes.
How the fuck did I end up here with this incredible woman waiting for my touch?
“Fuck, I love you.”
Ripping my shirt from my body, I toe off my shoes and drop my trousers. I leave my boxers on for now. If my cock touches her then my restraint is going to snap. I need her fucking begging for it before I slide on home.
Crawling up the bed, I kiss up her legs and her stomach before kissing around her breasts, teasing her until she’s thrusting them into my face for more.
“Fucking love it when you’re like this,” I mutter before giving her what she needs and sucking one nipple after the other deep into my mouth.
She moans, her nails clawing at my back, and my control snaps. Finding her wet and needy centre, I thrust two fingers inside her, delighting when she clamps down and arches her back. I find her sweet spot while torturing her nipples with my tongue and teeth and in minutes she cries out my name. Lifting my eyes to her face, I watch as she falls apart. Her lips part, her cheeks flush, and her eyes close as she rides out the waves of pleasure, and my chest constricts with everything the sight does to me. I swear I could do this every fucking day for the rest of my life and it would never be enough. This woman beneath me is everything I had no idea I wanted, but I’m going to fucking well keep her.
