Page 100 of Toxic Temptation
“You trust me?”
He tilts his head. “I trust you with Luka. That’s more trust than I’ve given people I’ve known for years.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“You want more?”
“No, that’s not what I?—”
The words wither as his lips hover over mine. I can smell his skin, that intoxicating mix of soap and sweat, cologne and detergent, the filtered air of his mansion and the sweet heat of springtime outside.
I gasp as his hand settles on my hip. The weight of it, firm and sure, makes my stomach clench. I don’t know if I’m ready for this. For him. Scratch that—I know I’m not.
“Kovan…”
“Yes, Vesper?”
He’s got to stop saying my name. It’s killing me. My name, purred in that voice, is the recipe for my undoing. It slides over me like warm oil, stirring every nerve ending awake, making me feel like I’ve been sleepwalking through life until this moment. A half-life, a shadow of a life—until right now.
“I… I…”
What the hell am I trying to say? Something important, surely. The stakes are so high. But looking into those impossible green eyes, everything else fades away.
His hands slide down to my thighs. My legs part without permission from my brain.
“Do you agree we need to be honest with each other?” he asks.
I can only nod.
His lips trace my jawline. A startled gasp escapes when I feel his hardness against my thigh.
“Do you agree we need to trust each other?”
Another nod. I’m like a broken doll with only two settings—shocked and desperate.
“Do you agree that you wanted to make me jealous?”
Warning bells should be going off in my head. But all I can process is the heat of his body against mine, the way his erection pins me in place, the complete short-circuit of my rational thought.
“Tell me,” he murmurs when I don’t answer his question. “Do you agree that you wanted to make me jealous?”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
He presses against me, and the pressure against my core makes me moan. I’m perilously close to falling apart right here, fully clothed and completely at his mercy.
“I could give you the most incredible orgasm of your life,” he whispers in my ear. “You want that, don’t you? You want to fall apart in my hands?”
“Y-yes.”
I don’t recognize myself.
“You want me?”
“Yes.”
“I could make you come right here, right now.” He pulls back just enough for me to see his eyes. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
