Page 40 of Playing with Temptation

He’d tried hating her for breaking his heart. He’d tried to replace her with women who were beautiful or famous. None of them made him feel the way he did when he was with her.

It was Kendra he wanted in his bed and in his life. The woman who owned his heart and bore his son. The woman he wanted to retire to Pleasure Cove with and have more children.

The words he wanted to say stuck at the back of his throat. I love you. I need you. Please, come back. Instead, he kissed her fervently, conveying everything he felt through his kiss, his touch.

He glided his hands along her warm, slick skin. Caressed her back. Squeezed her hips and the swell of her breasts. Laved her tight, beaded tips with his hungry tongue. He coaxed her back to the edge of the precipice, her body responding to every touch, every kiss.

“Nate, I need you.” Kendra’s breathy plea nearly broke him down. She gripped his ass, bringing him closer. Increasing the friction of his sheathed length grazing her slick bud. “Please.”

His plans to continue teasing her, making her want him more, flew out the window the moment he gazed into those seductive brown eyes. They drained every ounce of his willpower. If she asked right now, he’d give her anything.

He pumped his thick shaft, his body already aching with desire for her. She whimpered quietly as he slid inside her, taking his time. He savored the slow, painstaking reintroduction to every damn inch of her.

He groaned, pressed his lips together as his eyes drifted closed at the sensation of being surrounded by her warm, slick flesh. Nate tried to hold it together as he slowly moved his hips, delighting in every hiss, every whimper coming from her sweet lips.

Nate cursed, his brow damp with sweat. She felt so damn good. Better than he remembered. Her delicate scent mingled with the smell of sweat and sex.

He wanted her in his bed. Every. Single. Night. He would remind her how good they’d been together. How good they could be again.

Nate leaned his weight forward, grinding against her as he entered her. He increased the friction against her hardened nub. Watched the parting of her lips until finally she cried out, writhing and calling his name.

His shoulders relaxed even as he continued his movement, heightening her pleasure until he reached his release. Muscles tense and heart racing, Nate dropped onto the mattress beside her. He tugged the covers over them as he caught his breath.

“I know we shouldn’t have done that,” she said, finally, one hand pressed to his chest, “but it was incredible.”

“Who says we shouldn’t?” He chafed at the implication that what they’d done was wrong. “We don’t have to answer to anyone.”

Kendra frowned, raising her head. “Was that the doorbell?”

Nate strained to listen, but didn’t hear anything. “I don’t think so.”

The bell rang again. This time he heard it.

“See. There it goes again.” Panic rose on Kendra’s face as she pulled the covers up higher.

“Whoever it is, they’ll go away.” Nate wrapped an arm around her. As long as it had taken him to get her to bed, he had no plans of letting anything interrupt the moment.

Kendra settled against his chest. She was silent. Pensive.

Nate massaged her back, trying to relax Kendra and return to the blissful afterglow they enjoyed a moment before. A space where it was only the two of them and nothing else mattered. That’s where they needed to be if he was going to convince her to stop running from her feelings for him.

He picked up the remote and turned on a streaming audio service, hoping the soft vocals of Luther Vandross and Anita Baker would soothe her.

She propped her chin on his chest. “What if it’s important?”

“They’ll come back.” He kissed her forehead. “Besides, if it were that important, they would’ve called first.”

“I did call first, lover boy, but you left your phone downstairs.”

Kendra scrambled to pull the covers up to her chin, and Nate held the sheet firmly in place so she wouldn’t uncover all his business to his nosy-ass twin sister.

“For real, Vi? I did not give you the key to my place so you could stroll up in here whenever you please. It’s for emergencies.”

“Seems like an emergency to me.” Vi folded her arms and leaned against the doorjamb. “’Cause I’m pretty sure you’ve lost your natural mind. I go on vacation for two weeks and all hell breaks loose. Your face is all over the news and now she’s all up in your business and in your bed.”

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