Page 25 of The Temptation
His eyebrows pinch into a frown. “No!”
“That’s a little unfair.”
“Did you kiss that silicon fucker?”
“Big-O,” I correct as I screw up my face in disgust. “Eww. Of course not.”
“Think of me as the replacement, and nothing more,” he says, his voice rough and laced with restraint. “Now start grinding, sweetheart, before I come to my senses and change my mind.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rest my hands on his strong shoulders and slowly, tentatively … excitedly, roll my hips forward.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as I repeat the action and bury my face in his chest, inhaling deeply. I could drown in this man’s scent. I’m in sensory overload.
Even though Romeo is not moving, I already feel like I’m on the edge. I’ve never been able to get myself off without assistance, and I’m finding my silicon friend doesn’t compare to this man.
Pausing, I give myself a moment because I don’t want this to be over too quickly. I may never get the chance to grind against his glorious cock again.
“Keep moving, sweetheart,” he encourages, dropping one of his hands to rest on the base of my spine, pushing my body further into his. I can’t hold back the moan that falls from my lips when he does that. “Don’t go all shy on me now.”
I bite my bottom lip between my teeth as I begin to rock my hips again. Slowly at first, but before long, mybody starts to move of its own accord, chasing that delicious O.
Romeo lowers his forehead to my shoulder, his breath shallow against my ear. The way he holds himself so still, like he’s made of stone and sheer willpower, has my pulse racing.
My fingernails dig into his flesh through the fabric of his shirt as I turn my face slightly to kiss the warm skin on his tattooed neck. He smells divine.
He doesn’t stop me, so I push things a little further, doing something I’ve wanted to do since I met this man … I unashamedly lick him. From his collarbone right up to his jawline. Moisture floods my underwear, and when I feel his body quake beneath me, I know he’s just as affected as I am.
I alternate between pecks, licks, and deep, open-mouthed kisses. I’ve never kissed a man, so I’m not even entirely sure I’m doing it right. I’m just allowing my body’s natural instincts to take over.
I’m right there, tethering on the edge, but I’m torn between reaching my goal and this moment coming to an end. I spread my legs a little wider and throw my head back.
“Romeo,” I mewl.
“Yes, just like that,” he encourages. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
There is no stopping the inevitable, even with his encouragement, but I find myself wishing we didn’t have clothes on.
I wish he were inside me.
But this is a positive start. It’s the closest he’s ever let me get to him, so I’m going to take this as a win.
My body is climbing to that point of no return at an alarming rate, but I’m now too lost in the euphoria of him to care.
He suddenly drops his other hand and grasps my hip.His fingers dig painfully into my flesh, and I know it will leave a mark, but I welcome it. It will be a reminder of this …of him. Of the day that started shitty, but quickly morphed into the best day of my life.
“Oh my God, Romeo,” I moan again when his resolve suddenly snaps and he starts to thrust his hips up against me.
“Am I hurting you?” he grunts.
“No, don’t stop. Give me everything you’ve got.”
His hands move down to cup my arse as he begins to guide me, dragging me against each powerful thrust. Even when I fall over the edge, he doesn’t stop his assault on my body.
When his movements become jerky and he grunts out, “Lucia,” I’m pretty sure he found his own release, and I can hardly put into words how that makes me feel.
I’m soaring, weightless in his arms, until he suddenly lifts me off his lap, placing me on my feet.
The warmth of him vanishes instantly as he rises and kicks back the chair he was just seated on.
