Page 77 of Tempt

I shift forward and sink back in.

“Ohhhh.”

She’s waiting, open, pliant. This girl who makes wry jokes and hides behind a shield has her legs spread for me, her body soft and yielding.

Our bodies are flush, our sweat mixing.

The rhythm is a pulse, like a heartbeat.

“More.” Her throaty demand turns up the fire in me.

I’ll give her everything.

I grab under her knee and hitch her leg up between us to change the angle.

She arches her neck, her body tightening around me.

The sweat that started to bead behind my neck is in my hair too.

The bed creaks softly as we move.

We’re not talking, I realize.

We always talk. But our banter evaporated around the time I pressed inside her so deep her eyes changed color.

I don’t miss it. We’re saying everything we need to.

Desire storms through my body as my movements get more intentional, more intense.

My lips fuse to hers, needing to taste her everywhere.

The knot at the base of my spine that demands satisfaction tightens, twists harder.

Not yet. Not yet.

She comes first. A low moan I want to hear every night for the rest of my life as her limbs tighten around me.

While she’s still shaking, I let myself go.

The strength of it rocks me. It’s a kind of wondrous familiarity, like a lesson I’ve heard before but in a language that’s new.

After, her fingers in my hair are soothing, not agitating. Everywhere we’ve touched feels like a fresh brand that hasn’t started to heal.

I grab a tissue off the nightstand to dispose of the condom before I collapse on the bed. I roll onto my back and tug her over me.

“I hope we weren’t too loud,” she murmurs against my ear before laying her head on my chest. “My boss sleeps in the next room.”

I laugh silently.

Her damp hair slides over my skin as she traces lazy circles across my abs.

“I should go,” I say after a few minutes.

The circles stop.

“You don’t have to.”

My eyes drift shut.

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