Page 116 of Tempt Me Forever

"I couldn't wait even one more damn minute."

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Kimberly

Feeling his lips onmine was like finally taking a breath for the first time in the past few hours. I'd been so on edge. Just having him near me, kissing me, touching me, was amazing.

“Drake, I love you so much.”

“I love you even more. Kimberly, you mean so much to me. You're everything I want, everything I need. I want to make you mine, to keep you happy.”

He kissed me again, his hands frantic on my body. Luckily, I wasn't wearing much—I'd simply thrown my robe over my pajamas.

He pushed his hands under my robe, slightly digging his fingers into my skin. He seemed to only barely restrain himself from being even rougher, but I didn't mind. I wanted all his passion. I wanted everything he had to give me.

He was mine, and I was his.

He pushed his hands farther up my backside, sliding his fingers under the fabric of my pajama bottoms and panties, cupping my ass cheeks. I smiled against his lips, tightening my arms around his neck. I couldn't contain all the love and joy I felt in this moment. I kept touching and tempting him like it was my job.

With a growl, he took his hands out of my panties and tugged at the belt of my robe. Somehow he managed to make the knot tighter.

“How does this thing come off?” he asked.

A second later, I heard a ripping sound and realized he’d torn away the two hooks where the belt was fixed to the robe. We watched it fall to the floor.

I laughed, letting the robe slide down my arms. “I guess that's one way.”

“I'll buy you another one.”

“I don't care about the robe. In fact, I might keep it just as a reminder of how fast I can make you lose control.”

“You fucking do.”

He took a step down the stairs, looking me up and down. I became a bit self-conscious because I was wearing pink cotton pajamas. Not exactly sexy.

“I wasn't expecting you,” I said apologetically.

“Kimberly, you're exquisitely beautiful no matter what you wear. Especially when you're not wearing anything.” He tugged at the hem of my T-shirt, then put a thumb in the elastic of my pajama pants.

I shuddered, so ready for him.

“What to take off first?” he asked, taunting me.

“Both of them,” I said on a whisper.

“Look at these beautiful nipples already pushing through the fabric.”

Looking down, I realized he was right. He cupped my left breast over the fabric, drawing two fingers right over my nipple. I gripped the banister, my knees suddenly weak. He hooked his thumb in my panties and pajama bottoms again and pushed them down. I felt completely exposed in front of him.

“I'm going to take off your shirt.”

I held my arms up, and he took his sweet time touching my breasts with both palms, squeezing them gently as I pressed my thighs together. I didn't care where he had his way with me—I just needed him so much.

He lifted the shirt over my head, throwing it on the bottom step. “Sit down on it and spread your thighs. I want to lick you up.”

I became drenched at his words alone. I sat down, drawing in a deep breath before pushing my legs wide apart.

He brought his face level with my pussy. I was so aroused that I felt like my hips would buck off the stairs on their own, desperate to press against his face.

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