Page 59 of Devious Temptation
So possessive. So final. But at this point, he’s primed me to expect his immediate dismissal whenever we get intimate, and it isn’t fair.
My voice is hoarse when I reply, “You can’t keep doing this, Lawson. You can’t keep saying you want me and then telling me we can’t.”
I feel betrayed when tears prick my eyes, but he leans forward and kisses them away. The touch is so featherlight I barely feel it.
“I’m done fucking around, Lucy.” He shoves my underwear to the side and plunges two fingers into me.
A gasp flies from my mouth and into his as he lays his lips over mine, swallowing every sound I make as he pumps in deep, quick, hard, and so fucking good that he has me coming in under a minute.
I don’t even register what’s happening as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them in my open mouth.
“Do you taste this?” Instinctively, I close my lips around them and suck my essence off him. “This is what onlyIcan do to you.”
Lawson kisses me once more, then releases my throat and steps back to fix my dress. He pulls out his room key and hands it to me. “You have five minutes to go upstairs and get ready. I’ll tell yourdateyou aren’t feeling well.”
Ready? Ready for what? Is this finally happening?
My internal questions must be obvious on my facebecause his gaze softens, and he reaches up to brush his knuckles along my cheek. “Tonight, I’m going to finally make you mine, Lucy Bradee. Tomorrow, you will still be mine, and I plan on spending as much time as possible fucking that fact into you until it’s engrained on your fucking soul.”
So poetic, and downright fucking filthy, and utterly romantic.
His voice is low and husky. “Clock is ticking, rainbow. Get going before I fuck you right here. My self-control is close to snapping, and you deserve better than being fucked on a dirty restaurant vanity.”
I’ve never power-walked so damn fast in my life.
Twenty-One
By the timeI make it to Lawson’s room, I’m hot and bothered.
A million questions race through my brain.
Should I wait on the bed?
Should I take off my clothes?
Will he change his mind in the next five minutes?
I swear to god if Lawson changes his mind, I’ll submit my resignation and move out of state. I can’t continue this back-and-forth game of cat and mouse. It reminds me of a movie I watched once where a girl drunk-dialed a man she interviewed after they shared an obvious connection.
Come here… no, stay away.
Story of my life lately.
I’m so lost in thought that I don’t even hear the door open. As it clicks shut, I spin around, mouth open in surprise. Lawson stands just inside the door, chest heaving like he ran up the stairs instead of using the elevator, hair disheveled as though he’s been running his hands through it. Just the sight of him sets everything on fire all over again.
We stare at each other, the liquid pool between my legs igniting from the heat in his eyes. Thehunger.
“You have ten seconds to change your mind about this, Lucy,” he warns.
Taking a step forward, he undoes the button on his suit jacket, removing it and flinging it onto an armchair.
“Why would I want to change my mind?” My voice is breathy. Hoarse.Needy.There’s no mistaking my feelings.
“Because you don’t understand what you’re getting into. I’m not the same man I was.” His statement intrigues me. With every step, he pops a button on his dress shirt, slipping his shoes off and kicking them to the side. “There are many reasons I keep saying we can’t be together. I feel so fucking feral when you’re in the same room as me, and I don’t want to scare you with my intensity.”
Slipping out of my heels, I reach for the zipper on my dress, and a shiver runs through me at the low growl that emanates from Lawson’s chest as I slowly pull it down. “Have you thought that maybe, instead of frightening me, it would be exactly what I need? What Iwant.”
With his shirt fully unbuttoned, he removes his belt, and I can’t help the low whimper that escapes my throat at the promise of what the thick, dark brown leather will feel like against my skin. He said he’d spank me. The mere thought of being completely naked and bared to him while he paints my skin pink has me so swollen with desire that the slightest movement of my underwear against my clit sends a jolt through my center.
