Page 62 of Devious Temptation
His genuine, beaming smile lights up his face, a positive sign that tells me this time things are going to be different between us. This time, he isn’t going to run.
“I don’t think anything can top the way I’m feeling right now,” he admits, thumb stroking a gentle pattern against my cheek. Tears line my eyes as a whirlwind of emotion crashes through my chest.
Alarm fills his eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I shake my head frantically, laughing as the tears fall down my cheeks. “I’m just really happy. Even though I’m wondering when you’ll kick me out and tell me we can’t do this again.”
Lawson kisses me softly, relaying years’ worth oflonging through such a simple touch. “I promise you, rainbow. I’m not going anywhere.”
This time, I truly believe him.
“Mmm, this is nice,”I sigh, cuddling further into Lawson’s embrace as we soak in a cloud of bubbles in the suite’s large soaker tub.
Husky laughter fills my ears as he sweeps a stray strand that’s escaped my messy bun off my shoulder before he kisses my temple. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Stretching like a lazy cat who's been napping all day, I make a sound of contentment and pull his arms tighter around me. “I’m more than okay. That was… indescribable. Amazing doesn’t even do it justice.”
A tickle, the tiniest nagging feeling, pulls at my stomach, and I turn my head to meet his gaze over my shoulder. “How do you feel?”
He presses a chaste kiss to my swollen lips. “Like I should have saidfuck ita lot sooner.” His fingers draw slothful patterns against my slippery skin, his cock remaining half-hard against my back, but he makes no move to use it, simply enjoying this time together. “I’m going to spend every moment we’re alone making up for lost time and fulfilling your every fantasy.”
“Hmm,” I muse. “Besides this right here, there’s only one other fantasy I’ve ever had, and I doubt you’ll want to fulfill that one.” In any other circumstance, this would bean embarrassing conversation to have with someone who you just had sex with for the first time. But at this point, I don’t think anything will make me feel uncomfortable when it comes to Lawson.
“And what’s that, rainbow?” His hand slides up to palm my breast in a comforting manner. He circles his thumb around my nipple until it forms a stiff peak, then runs his thumb over it again and again—and it’s remarkable how his touch remains soothing and sensual.
“Well… I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with two guys at once.”
Lawson stiffens behind me, his thumb pausing in its ministrations. I laugh and squeeze his forearm. “See? I told you.”
After a moment, he relaxes, shifting us in the water so we’re lying down. He presses my cheek against his chest before running his hand lightly up and down my arm.
The sweet scent of coconut fills the air as the bubbles settle again, and then Lawson asks, “What is it about being with two guys that appeals to you?”
A gentle question. Curious and not at all judgmental.
My cheeks grow warm. “My roommate in college did it once. She forgot to lock the door, and I happened to walk in on it. And while I couldn’t look her in the eye for a whole week afterward, I also couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to be that…full.”
His cock hardens completely, the steel strength of him poking against my belly. It would be so easy just to lift myself up and sink onto him. So easy. But his arms remain firm and unyielding, even as a slickness gathers between my legs.
“Ifthat is something you really want to experience, I’d do it… for you.” His voice is strained, a clear indicator that he isn’t exactly fond of the idea, but he means what he says when he tells me he wants to fulfill my fantasies.
I tilt my head up to catch his eye. “Earlier, you said you aren’t the same man you once were. That I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. What did you mean?”
He groans, rubbing his brow with a bubble-covered hand. “We don’t need to talk about it right now.”
“I want to, though. I want to understand you, Lawson,” I tell him, propping myself up on his chest.
With a sigh, he relents. “Well, you know Charlotte and I were together since high school. She got pregnant with Rhys, and then we got married and had River. We didn’t really get to experience life as young adults because we were too busy being parents. And I’m not saying you can’t learn what you like as a young adult, but you certainly don’t understand much about sex, or what it means to please someone, let alone what true pleasure feels like. Honestly, the majority of people never get to experience that.”
I think about my sex life thus far. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. And I wonder if that’s what he means.
“When I arrived in New York, I was a mess. I felt guilty for what happened between us. I couldn’t reconcile my feelings with my actions, and honestly, I felt like a fucking predator.” His words make me wince, and he kisses my forehead before continuing. “That’s when I met Cameron and Jules. They took me in and brought me to a place where I could freely explore myself and recover from the way I felt about us.”
“What do you mean? What type of place?”
“Technically, I’m not supposed to say, but I’ll tell you. Just don’t mention it to anyone else.”
At my nod, he continues, “There’s a club in New York where you can explore sex. Everything about it, everything you could ever dream up, you can do it there. Everyone has to wear masks, and there are different levels you can…subscribeto. It was like therapy and an awakening all at once,” he explains.
