Page 25 of Tempt Me-

His hand drifts to cup my jaw.Tipping my head, he brushes his lips over mine.At the first touch of his mouth, all my concerns flee in the wake of his potent masculine need.He holds my chin in his hand and kisses me, his tongue passing through my lips and tangling with mine.

Heat cascades through me, and I need more.More of his hot mouth taking me, dominating my lips, and just more of him.I climb into his lap, straddling him, settling my knees on either side of his thighs, and grinding my sex against his hard erection.I can’t get close enough fast enough, the barrier of clothing between us driving me insane.

His cock is thick, and I need to touch him, to feel his skin against my hand.I pull at the drawstring on his athletic pants in an attempt to do just that, but the movement hurts my stitches, causing me to wince and moan under his mouth.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”He grasps my wrist, pulling my hand against my side.“Let me do the work,” he says in a gruff, sexy voice.

“If you insist.”I know anything he does will make me feel good.“But let’s take this to a bedroom.I don’t want to get caught,” she says.

“Good idea.Your place or mine?”he asks with a sexy wink.

I laugh at his playfulness.“Your call.”I don’t know which makes more sense or won’t haunt me more later.If he chooses my room, I’ll have memories of him in my bed.If he chooses his, it will feel too intimate.

“I’ve got a secure lock,” he says, grasping my good hand and leading me out of the family room, up the stairs, and to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

I want time to catalogue things about the man, his taste in furniture, and the personal effects sitting around.Although I straighten up after myself and Bailey, he has a cleaning service do a more thorough job once a week.I’ve never had a reason to come into his personal domain.But no sooner does he turn the lock on the door than he picks me up and lays me on the bed, his big body coming down on mine, and all thoughts of anything but his hard muscles and warm breath against my skin are gone in an instant.

“I’ve been going crazy, lying in this bed, imagining you right downstairs, wondering if you sleep in sexy lingerie or a simple tee shirt with your gorgeous breasts peeking through.”He slides my shirt up and over my head and tosses it to the floor.

I wear a flimsy bra, just enough to be appropriate walking through the house, and he moves the cups aside, allowing my breasts to show above, pushed together by the stretch of fabric against my full mounds.

“So fucking perfect.”He bends his head and pulls one nipple into my mouth, tugging with his teeth until the same sensations shoot straight to my core.

My panties are already damp, and I writhe beneath him, seeking friction and harder contact he is only too happy to give.His hard cock grinds against my sex while he plays and toys with my breasts and nipples, alternating between each, long, loving laps of his tongue and short bites with his teeth that have my hips bucking beneath him.

I wrap my arms around his waist, digging the fingernails of my good hand into his ass, holding him tight as I strain against him.

He pushes himself upright to a sitting position, grasping my arms and placing them over my head.“You seem to forget I’m the one doing the work.Which means I’m the one in charge.”His eyes gleam with determination and a heady, sexy fire, his demanding tone arousing me even more.“I want to make sure you don’t hurt your hand.Besides, I want to make you feel good.”

He flicks open the front clasp of my bra and helps me writhe out of the garment before turning his attention to the sweat pants.He tugs on the white drawstring and pulls the pants loose, then moves aside and strips me, removing my panties along with the sweats.

I am naked and splayed out on his bed, a feast if he wants to indulge.And when he grasps my hips and slides downward, his face within inches of my pussy, I know that he does.He slides his tongue over my sex and I moan aloud, then immediately realize I can’t risk Bailey hearing me.It isn’t easy to keep quiet when he doesn’t let up, sucking, licking, and devouring me like a starving man.

I lose any inhibitions to the sensations he causes, lifting my hips and grinding into his mouth, pleasure overtaking me.Wave after wave of pleasure bringing me higher and closer to climax.

He slips one finger inside me, finding the exact spot that has my thighs shaking, my muscles quivering, and I clench my inner walls around him.

“Hot, wet, and tight.Fuck,” he mutters, raising his head and sliding his thumb over my clit.

“Oh, damn, that feels good.”I buck at his talented touch.“So good,” I moan, trying to keep my voice low.

And when he presses down harder, I explode, coming hard against his touch, soaring higher as he pumps his finger in and out of me, hitting my G-spot each time, causing exquisite pressure and pleasure as I ride out my release.

I am still quivering when he stands beside the bed and strips off his clothes, my gaze gliding over his muscular body, perfectly ripped from working out, and then lower to his thick, hard, clearly aroused cock.

He pulls open his nightstand and retrieves a condom, ripping it open and gliding it on.My sex throbs at the sight, arousal consuming me.He rejoins me on the bed, his big body looming over mine.

“Ready to come again?”he asks me, grasping his erection in his hand and deliberately gliding his thickness over my wet, aching sex.

I groan at the feel of him sliding over my clit, hard and hot.“Ready, willing, and able,” I assure him, my body definitely soft for him.

He braces a hand on either side of my shoulders and the head of his cock settles at my entrance.His gaze locked on me, dark and slumberous, desire oozing from him as he pushes himself into me.I tremble, my slick body accepting him easily, as I adjust to his thickness.

“Bend your legs,” he says, and I do as he asks, the new position causing him to glide deeper still.

“Austin.”I groan, and as if the sound of his name releases the hold he’s kept on himself, he begins to thrust into me, taking me hard, his hips pounding against me.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I was ready, willing, and able.My body begins the climb the minute he withdraws and takes me over and over, his steady thrusts a perfect counterpoint to the spot he hits inside me.The same one he found earlier with his finger.