Page 35 of Trails of Temptation

His kiss moved from my lips to my jaw, then my neck, his breathing quickening as I began to writhe against him. Having that serious conversation fluttered out of my mind in an instant. All I could think about was his hands on my body and his teeth gently grazing my neck. He pushed up the shirt I wore, clumsily pulling it up and over my shoulders. He let out a breath, pressing his forearm against mine as he thumbed over the lacy fabric of my bra. I hissed in a breath as he reached around to unclasp the bra.

I was bared to him from the waist up, but I wanted nothing more than to be completely naked. I loved the way he looked at me—like I was everything. The beginning, middle, and end. Like nothing on earth was more beautiful.

I got my wish.

My pulled my shorts off and tossed them across the kitchen. I gasped as his thumb circled over my clit.

“God, you’re wet,” he rasped in my ear, his chest heaving as I threw my head back and leaned into his touch.

I couldn’t form real words if I wanted to. He pressed a finger into my sex, teasing me, and growling in satisfaction as I cried out and rocked into his touch, wanting more. I needed more. I needed more of him, all of him.

“I’m going to fuck you all over this house,” he deliciously threatened.

“Promise me,” I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck. He shoved a second finger inside of me, filling me up until I was riding the edge of what I knew would be a soul-shaking orgasm. “George!” I panted, tangling my fingers in his hair. He pulled his fingers out and pressed me against the counter with one large, calloused hand spread wide over my belly as his other hand unzipped his jeans. He pulled them down enough to release his cock and thrust inside of me without warning.

“Oh, Keely,” he panted, leaning over me and caging me against the counter with his body. He was slow and deliberate with his movements, dragging his cock out of me fully before thrusting back in. “You’re fucking perfect—”

I squeezed my legs around him, tears welling in the corners of my eyes as he filled and stretched me. God, I could barely breathe. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain with him, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted the most right now.

He grunted, grabbing my hips and holding me down as he sped up the pace.

“Please, please—” I cried, almost panicked. I bucked off the counter and shouted his name as white-hot ecstasy fanned over my body. He gathered me to his chest, nipping the rim of my ear as he knelt right on the kitchen floor and flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. I was panting, trying to catch my breath, trying to make sense of what was happening as my fingers curled over the shiny white tiles of his kitchen floor. He touched me between my legs, his fingers pressing into me with expert skill.

He leaned over me, kissing the back of my neck as he toyed with me. “You’re so tight,” he whispered over my skin. I bit my lip, trembling under his touch. “Can you take all of me, Keely?”

“Y-yes—” I said. I begged. Ipleaded. I was coming to the conclusion that George was an absolute freak in the sheets behind his normally quiet and reserved state of being. I was a lucky girl, very lucky, but I also knew that he was huge and I was going to be sore as hell in the morning if he kept this up.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, his voice like gravel. I shook my head, unable to think past the way his fingers were working me into a frenzy. “Good,” he whispered, biting down on my shoulder as he removed his fingers and eased his cock inside of me—inch by inch byinch.

I screamed—I think. The whole world was a blur of pressure and delicious, unearthly pleasure. He could barely fit, and he knew that, and maybe he was trying not to hurt me as he pulled out, but I needed him. I needed him to fill me up, to leave me spent, and never let me go again. He slapped my ass as he began to ride me, taking his time, drawing out every breath and moan from my lungs.

I came so hard I almost passed out. He held me against his chest, his hands on my breasts as he cried out and came inside of me, holding me still until he’ spilled himself fully. My knees burned from the hard tile floor beneath us and my body was spent. I was sure if he let me go, I’d fall flat on my face.

He pulled out and picked me up, cradling me against his chest as he silently moved through the house. I was a dead weight in his arms when he laid me in his bed and curled his body around mine.

“Keely, I—”

“I want you, too,” I said, knitting my fingers in his and pressing them to my chest.

He took a breath and rested his forehead on my bare shoulder. “We’re going to figure this out. I’m going to make this work for both of us. I promise.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, fighting the urge to cry.

He held me tight until my body began to relax. I was enveloped in his touch and his scent when I finally felt my body relax into sleep.

I wouldn’t let myself think about what came next. Not now. Now when everything was finally so good, so perfect.

I woke several hours later alone, the sheets tucked around me and the curtains pulled tight. I sat up, glancing at the clock on his bedside table and cursed, leaping out of bed and immediately tripping over the sheets as they tangled around my legs. It was almost ten in the morning. I was still in George’s house. I was severely late for work.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs and the hallway outside his bedroom door and I had barely enough time to clutch the sheets to my chest before George burst through the door.

“What—” George paused, then let out his breath, his mouth curving into a wry smile. “Are you all right? Legs a little weak, huh?”

Why was I expecting a fight like last time?

ChapterEighteen

George

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