Page 95 of The Temptation
“Downloading an app.”
“What kind of app?”
“Tinder.”
I sit up so fast I nearly give myself whiplash. “The fuckyou are,” I snap, reaching over to snatch the phone from her hand, but she’s faster, twisting her body away and clutching it to her chest.
If she thinks that’s going to stop me, she’s delusional.
“Don’t you dare,” she says, her voice full of mock warning, but her eyes flash with mischief.
I lean over her, one arm braced beside her head, the other trying to wrestle the phone from her grip without hurting her. “Lucia,” I warn. “Hand it over.”
She gives me a mischievous grin like the cat that got the canary. “Make me.”
I freeze for half a second, as something dark and electric races through me.
“Bad idea, sweetheart.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” she counters.
My eyes narrow. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
In one swift move, I shift my weight and pin her entire body to the mattress with my own. It’s not rough, but firm enough to remind her who she’s dealing with.
She gasps, but it’s not from fear. That sharp intake tells me she wasn’t expecting it, but she’s not backing down either.
My face is mere inches from hers. “You’re playing with fire, baby,” I murmur, keeping my voice low and thick.
Her breath hitches, but her defiant eyes remain locked on mine. “Then burn me.”
I stare her down as my resolve diminishes by the second. I want to fuck this woman so hard … so deep, that she won’t know where she ends and I begin.
She shivers beneath me, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she arches her body up, inviting it.
“If you won’t give me what I want, I’ll get it somewhere else,” she threatens, but there’s no heat behind her words. She’s baiting me.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” she fires back, and just like that, the rubber band snaps.
My lips are on hers before my brain even catches up. Brutal, hungry, and punishing. She gasps against my mouth, but she doesn’t pull back; she meets me head-on.
Her fingers fist in my hair, tugging me in like she’s been waiting for this just as long as I have.
There’s nothing sweet about it. This is a fucking collision, like throwing a match on gasoline. We’re all teeth, tongues, and desperation, devouring each other like something vital is on the line here, and maybe it is.
These past few months have been the worst kind of foreplay. Slow, maddening, and addictive in the most messed-up way. The resistance and tension did nothing to make the want go away. All it did was build to a point where it became unbearable.
Her leg’s part, hooking around my hips as she pulls me down, erasing the last of the space between us. It’s like she’s trying to climb inside my skin, and I feel the same. I want to bury myself so deep in this woman that I can’t find my way back out.
Lucia lets go of my hair and starts pawing at the hem of her pyjama top. “I need this off,” she pants.
“The clothes stay on.”
Her hands move up to grasp my shoulders as she pushes me back slightly so she can see my face. “What?”
“Our clothes stay on,” I reiterate.
