A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

I launched myself at him.

Was he obviously pissed? Yes.

Did I care? No.

One thing I had to be thankful for was the fact that Alex was big and strong. He caught me easily even though he hadn’t been prepared for it, his hand tightening almost bruisingly on my hips even as he pulled me closer. He opened his mouth to say something and I had a strong feeling that this something wasn’t going to be anything I wanted to hear right now so I dove into action, pressing my mouth against his and effectively stealing his words.

God, I’d missed this.

Him.

I’d missed kissing him.

How odd.

He groaned into my mouth, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped out, pushing against my lips, seeking entrance. I opened up for him immediately, my hand climbing up to his hair and my fingers sifting through the strands as I immersed myself in the kiss.

The fullness of it. The rightness.

The promise of what was to come.

It wasn’t like the usual kisses we shared when one of us fought for dominance over the other. No, this one was different. Our tongues met and danced, telling each other the words that our lips couldn’t form yet.

When one hand left my hip and cupped my face, lifting my head and angling it so that he could kiss me the way he wanted, his tongue plugging deep, I knew that he was just as lost in the kiss as I was. When he let out a cross between a moan and a groan, I knew that he had missed kissing me just as much as I’d missed kissing him.

My legs weakened when he started nibbling on the side of my mouth. A rush of desire slammed into me so fast, so hard, I sagged against him, wrecked with desire.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He breathed, peppering kisses all over my face. “I can feel your nipples through your shirt.”

“For you,” I muttered, eyes closed and head thrown back as he unleashed hell on my neck with his lips.

“Huh?”

“I wore them for you,” I clarified, my words breathless and slurred. I might as well be drunk. “I wanted you to see.”

Alex’s big body shook with my admission, and he dropped his face into my neck, inhaling deeply. “Laura… I am going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for the next few days.”

That had me squeezing my legs tightly together, my hands tugging urgently on his hair. “Do it.” I begged. “Please.”

I began to panic when he started pulling away from me, but when I saw the look on his face-the way his face muscles had drawn tight with lust and how blown his eyes were-I knew that he was definitely game. At least until he opened his mouth. “We can’t.” His voice was hoarse, pain and regret starting to creep into his eyes. “Not here, in a restroom.”

What?

That cleared a bit of the fog of lust I was in.

“Have you never had sex in a restroom?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

His green eyes darkened dangerously and he straightened to his full height. “No. Have you?”

Huh.

Evading the question, I let a seductive smile take over my face. “There’s a first time for everything.”

When he just kept standing there staring at me stonily, I took hold of one of his hand and placed it on my breast, sliding my own hand up to his shoulder and smiling victoriously when his hand-the one I’d placed on my breast-didn’t fall back to his side.

His eyes dropped to my chest. More precisely, to my nipples straining against the material of my top and lust flared in those green depths anew. He couldn’t resist giving my breasts a light squeeze.

His eyes dropped even father down to my hips, heels, then back up to my face. My hair, my eyes, my lips. His own lips parted as he inhaled sharply.

When he’d told me to not wear anything too fancy, I’d gone through my closet, fished out a white halter top, plain blue jeans that left nothing to the imagination and six-inch heels. I’d used a bit of eye-liner and red lipstick that I knew would drive him nuts. It was the type that didn’t come off easily, and was the reason why his lips weren’t as red as mine right now.

After his very long perusal of me, his eyes dropped to half-mast and he muttered, “Fuck.”

He swivelled me around so fast, I only realised he’d done it when I was facing the mirror. He made quick work of my jeans, yanking them to my knees, only stopping to bite my ass cheek softly. I expected him to take my panties off, but he simply dragged them to the side, instead going to work on his zipper and it was so fucking hot, moisture ran down the insides of my thighs.

I could only brace my hand on the sink and watch him through the mirror, my eyes so hooded, they were almost closed. I couldn’t see what he was doing because he was behind me, but with the lines of concentration that appeared between his brows, I knew that he was taking himself out.

Soon, I felt a rush of cool air hit me, then I felt him at my entrance. Hot. Hard. Heavy. Like steel.

He paused, meeting my eyes in the mirror and I almost fucking screamed. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I said impatiently, without thinking.

A lack of condom wasn’t going to stop us now. I needed him inside me.

Then he slammed into me and I lost the ability to speak at all.

Huge.

He was huge and it had been a minute and I-fuck.