Page 65 of The Temptation
My jaw tightens. “You’re impossible.”
“Well, you’re insufferable,” she fires back, but her voice has dropped to something best described as low and breathy.
Something shifts in the air between us. Neither of us speaks or moves.
“Fuck it,” I mumble under my breath as I finally let the inevitable happen.
I reach for her, my hands threading into her hair as I pull her to me. Her mouth meets mine in a kiss that’s nothing like I expected and exactly what I needed. Fierce, messy, and long overdue.
She gasps, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, her hands slide up, fists curling in my shirt as she kisses me back like she’s been waiting just as long.
The kitchen fades, the fight fades. Everything fucking fades but the two of us, finally giving in.
My hands move down from her hair to her hips as I effortlessly lift her petite body onto the countertop. She opens her legs, and I swiftly move in between them as I devour her mouth like a starved man.
This situation has escalated fast. One minute, we were ready to strangle each other; the next, my tongue is fucking her mouth like it’s nobody’s business.
I’ve never been a huge fan of kissing; it’s far too intimate for me. Too much emotion, too much exposure. But with her, it’s different.
Everything is different.
Her lips are soft but certain, like she knows exactly what she’s doing, and for a brief moment, a rage of possessiveness swirls up inside me.
I know she’s a virgin, but is there a chance she’s done other things, like kissed a man before? That question has me spiralling.
I’m acting like a caveman who thinks he has a right to know her past. I don’t, especially considering I’ve done far worse with the others that came before her. That knowledge doesn’t stop the thought from digging in, sharp and unwanted, though.
I groan into her mouth as I drag her body to the edge of the counter and grind my aching cock against her core. Deep down, I know I can’t take things any further than this, but I intend to push this moment to the very limit. If this is all I’m ever going to get, I’m going to make the most of it.
I’ve always shied away from anything remotely resembling an addiction, but I’m quickly becoming hooked on this woman. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I want it all.
There’s no hesitation in the way she kisses me back. No fear, just heat, defiance, and something that feels dangerously close to affection.
I’m willingly handing it all over because, for the first time in my life, I want to be seen. I want to be cracked open. I want to feel hereverywhere. Starting with this kiss, the one I swore I’d never take.
Her hands move from my shirt to fist in my hair, tugging slightly, as my fingertips dig into her flesh. I roll my hips again, and I already feel like I’m on the edge, like if I keep this up, I may blow my load in my pants …again.
It’s maddening that she can make me feel like this. I’ve had plenty of beauties underneath me over the years. I’m not even buried inside her, and she makes me feel more than anyone has before.
This reaction I’m having is precisely why I’ve been holding back. Why I never should’ve let myself cross that line.
Growing up as the son of an addict, I always assumed I carried that same gene, so I steered clear of drugs. I thought that was enough. I never applied that same caution to women. I thought I was safe, but I already know Lucia is going to leave me craving more.
Deep down, I know I need to stop this before it goes any further. Before I do something stupid like bend her over the table and bury my dick in that tight little, forbidden, virgin pussy of hers.
But every time that thought crosses my mind, I hold on a little tighter and delve in a little deeper.
This temptress has rendered me powerless.
Thankfully, seconds later, divine intervention steps in when a sudden hissing sound fills the air.
Lucia is the one who pulls out of the kiss and pants, “Shit, the pasta.” I’m equal parts relieved and incredibly disappointed.
After I lifted Lucia down off the countertop, straightened her top, and adjusted my cock in my pants, we continued with our jobs as if the most incredible kiss I’d ever experienced never happened.
She went back to cooking dinner while I set the table. My mind was fucking spinning.
By the time we sat down for dinner, the air was thick with tension …sexualtension.
