Page 29 of Reputation (Tempt)

God, how I wished that were my finger in her mouth. My cock. It took everything in me not to reach out for her.

I swallowed hard, wondering if she was intentionally trying to torture me. And then she leaned forward, her breath coasting over my cheek. Her lips mere inches from my skin.

The tension stretched between us, pulled taut like a bowstring. Her tongue flicked against my skin, and I shuddered.Oh god.

She inched back and swiped some icing from my cheek before painting it on her neck. “Your turn.”

Fuck yes.

This was a bad idea for so many reasons, yet I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I leaned forward, pausing to inhale her scent. To soak in this moment. And then I swiped my tongue over the frosting, thoroughly cleaning her skin.

She let out the most erotic sigh. Goose bumps rose along her skin, and I wanted to explore every inch of her with my tongue.

“I think you missed some.” I pointed to my face, knowing full well it was covered in sugar.

“Mm.” She leaned forward. “You’re right. There is a little—” She licked the skin near the corner of my mouth. “Here.”

I dabbed my finger in the frosting of the other cupcake. “What about here?” I asked, painting my lips.

Her eyes darkened, and I waited for her to kiss me. She had to be the one to make the first move. And she looked as if she was going to do it, her entire body angling toward mine. Her gaze on my mouth.

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, but then there was a knock at the door. “Emmy?”

Emerson darted out of the chair like her ass was on fire. “Yeah.” She swiped at her skin as if to hide any evidence of what we’d been doing.

Sophia peeked her head around the door. She clutched her stomach, her face a grimace. “My stomach hurts.”

“Okay, sweetie. I’m coming.” Emerson guided Sophia out of the room without a backward glance at me. I slumped in the chair.

What the fuck were you thinking?

I stood and locked the door before heading to the bathroom. I needed to cool the fuck down. I needed a shower to rinse the stickiness from my face and the dirty thoughts from my mind.

I switched on the water then climbed in, not even caring that it was still cold. Hell, it was probably a good thing, though nothing seemed to cool my desire for Emerson.

I pressed my palm to the tile and squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of her lips on my skin and how they might feel…other places.

I swallowed hard, my cock lengthening. I gave it a tug, but then I remembered where I was and who I was thinking about. And how inappropriate it all was. I willed away those thoughts and scrubbed myself clean.

Emerson was the only woman I wanted, and the one I absolutely could not have.

CHAPTERSEVEN

“Do you want me to call your dad?” I asked Sophia. We’d been sitting together for a while, talking while she sipped some water.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to miss the rest of Brooklyn’s birthday party.”

“I know.” I smoothed my hand down her back. “But she wouldn’t want you to be miserable.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, straightening.

“If you’re sure,” I said, following her to the door that led to the living room where the rest of the girls were sleeping.

She nodded and tiptoed out to her pallet.

The door to Nate’s bedroom opened, and he leaned against the doorframe. His face was clean, his hair wet as if he’d showered. As if our icing kisses had never happened. “Is she okay?”

I wasn’t going to tell him that Sophia had gotten her period. “She’s okay. I’m going to—” I hooked my thumb over my shoulder. “I should probably get some sleep.”

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