Chasing Temptation Page 7

The hands on his chest slowly moved down his stomach. She looked at him like he was some piece of art. She touched him, gliding her fingertips over every ridge of muscle and inch of skin. He felt an overwhelming sense of…peace.

  She wanted to know him? The way she was touching him, looking at him, was like she was cherishing the sight and feel of something foreign. As if she didn’t want to give him up.

  For the next two weeks, he could only hope so. Eventually, they’d give each other up. But right now?

  “Know me how?”

  She smiled at him. “You’ve done a great job of showing me a thing or two.” She laughed a little, but her hands brushed over his nipples, and he hissed. “But I want to learn how to make you feel good. I want to touch you, kiss you, like you touch and kiss me.”

  Temporary. A word he repeated in his mind to try to bring himself back to why things would never work out between them. Penny was light, Sebastian was dark, and long term was not in his DNA. He’d had a plan to push her away, showed her how rough he could be, thought last night would have done it.

  But holy fucking hell. Not only was she not running the other way, she wanted more. Yet again. Only this time, in a very different way. This was either a dream or a nightmare, because no fucking way was he that lucky or that stupid to think this was a set up to fall really, really hard in the end.

  He kept things on a surface, sexual level for a good reason. Hard and rough usually meant fucking, and that’s what he did. Yet when he took her, it didn’t matter how fast, or where they were, there was a deep sense of connection. Which was bad.

  It took typically two weeks to form emotions that could mess with the surface dynamic he prided himself on keeping. That didn’t seem to be the case with Penny. Which, again, was bad. The consequences were too great.

  But with the way her soft hands were slowly sweeping over his chest, he could already see the temptation to fall into a spiral of bad decisions. Like wanting to know her right back, in a way that went much deeper than physically.

  He should shut this down. The way she looked at him, touched him, was something he couldn’t risk. Yes, he’d been wanted before, but in this way? It was like she had a true interest in him as a person. Had an interest in his pleasure as much as an interest in his life. He was all for teaching her a few lessons on sex, but her tenderness was blurring a line.

  Shut this down.

  He opened his mouth to tell her he was going to get out, dry off, and see her later. But instead, her mouth pressed against his chest, right over his heart, and a groan escaped. Those lush lips on his skin sent a shock of pulsing need through his entire body.

  He’d kept things under control for a reason. He was realizing now that the moment her mouth hit him, he was a goner. Control was nowhere to be found.

  No—he needed to keep his head. Keep this as simple as possible.

  He maneuvered her under the spray of the water, hoping it’d help keep a distance.

  Mistake.

  While he might have broken the contact of her kissing his chest, he now stood before a drenched Penny Diamond, red hair falling like her own ruby waterfall around her creamy skin, beads of water trailing from her lips, to her breasts, and down her flat stomach.

  “Is there any look you can’t pull off, darlin’?” he rasped, drinking in the sight of how fucking amazing she was.

  She glanced down at herself and smiled. “You like the wet look, huh?”

  “I like you wet.” He grinned. “That’s no secret.”

  She laughed. “I suppose not.”

  She cupped his biceps and turned him to switch places with her so that the water hit his back and she was standing before him.

  “This is my time now,” she said, all joking gone. “I’m happy to give you what you want, but I want to feel you back.”

  She took a deep breath, and while she tried to look confident, he saw a slight tremble race over her as if she was nervous. “Let me?”

  Then it hit him. She wasn’t challenging him. Wasn’t goading him on purpose. She was asking. Requesting to have free reign on his body.

  The answer should be no.

  And yet he found himself looking into those big green eyes that usually held so much fire and brazen, which now were heavy with passion and a little uncertainty, and found himself saying, “Okay.”

  She smiled, and he wanted to go to his knees just to keep that happiness on her face. But he was at her mercy now.

  Part of him was curious. She was nothing if not a wild card. So he stood there, the hot water hitting his back and the shower steam enveloping them as she began to run her hands long his arms and up his shoulders.

  “Your skin is really smooth,” she said. “But you’re hard beneath.”

  Her brows knit with concentration as she examined him. There was a constant state of appreciation and awe on her face. A look like that could do crazy things to a man’s ego. So he stood still, letting her explore.

  Had she really never gotten a chance to do this?

  She’d had that jackass boyfriend, and he knew she wasn’t experienced, but had she never really handled a man? Touched him intimately?

  When her fingers dipped to his torso, tracing beads of water over various flanks of muscle, he wanted to sigh. It felt good. Her touch felt beyond good. It was like she was loving on him with just her hands and her gaze. Damn it felt nice. Nice to be seen through her eyes.

  When her hands reached the V of his hips, she pushed gently with her thumbs. She was relaxing him with her touch.

  “Yikes,” she said, her eyes fused to his cock, which was hard as steel and ready to go.

  He chuckled. “Yikes?”

  She looked up and nodded. “You are,” she glanced down, “yikies.”

  Though he’d never heard a word quite like that, he’d take it as a compliment.

  “Careful, darlin’. You may take my ego to new heights.”

  She smiled. “I felt it, I mean, I really felt it.” Her cheeks blushed a little, and she met his eyes again. “But seeing it? Seeing you like this?” Her gaze swept over his entire body, and a surge of pride shot through him. “You’re beautiful, Sebastian.”

  He cupped her face and frowned hard. This tiny woman had just made his whole chest hurt. The only thing he could do was lean in and kiss her.

  She gasped against his mouth, which only made him want more. Slow and deep, he gently sucked her mouth between his, then delved his tongue inside. His question was finally answered: she tasted like strawberries everywhere.

  She met his seeking tongue, taking aggressive laps at him like she was starved. There was nothing shy about her kiss. Wrapping her arms around his middle, she pulled herself closer, their wet skin sliding against each other. Her breasts pressed into his torso, collecting water between their bodies as drops fell around their faces.

  He tilted her head and drove his tongue deeper. She was soft everywhere. Clinging to him, kissing him. Her sweet mouth parting, letting him in while dueling with his own. She was taking her pleasure from the kiss as she gave him his own.

  Using his thumb, he brushed a water drop away from her cheek. Her lips lingered against his, both of them breathing deeply but not breaking contact.

  “That,” she said, “was our first kiss.”

  Holy shit, she was right. This whole time he’d been focused on keeping things surface, on teaching her about sex and using her body the way he needed, waiting for her to push him away, that he’d stayed away from kissing that perfect mouth.

  Somehow, he knew kissing her would be a game changer.

  Now he had to prove himself wrong. Kissing her, tasting those sweet lips, would be how he proved he could handle this. Handle her.

  This is a fling. A short term deal.

  But with a single brush, she snagged his mouth again, and nothing had ever felt so good. Damn if he didn’t kiss her back. She trailed her lips to his neck and kissed his pulse, then lower, to his collarbone.

  “There’s still something
you haven’t taught me,” she said as her mouth continued downward, delivering kisses along his hips to his bellybutton. She maneuvered him to sit on the bench along the back wall as she hit her knees before him.

  He ran a hand through his hair, flicking the water back off of it, and looked down at her.

  “I want to learn,” she said and slid her hand up his chest, reaching for him. He clasped her wrist gently and massaged her palm. But when she reached further, running her fingertip along his lower lip while remaining on her knees, he struggled to find words.

  “Show me,” she said. Another sweep of her finger along his mouth. “Show me what you like. Show me how.”

  Unable to deny her a damn thing, he snagged her fingertip between his teeth, then sucked it deep.

  Keeping her eyes on him, she leaned in and gently scraped her teeth along the head of his cock, before sucking him deep in one long stroke.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, her finger falling from his mouth. She pulled away, still looking up at him. Waiting.

  Oh, he caught on quick to this game. Problem was, he was usually the one in the driver’s seat. While she might be on her knees, she was allowing him to keep his control. The sexy, smart woman currently had him wrapped around her finger. In every sense of the word.

  “You’ve never sucked a man?” He wanted to clarify. He also wanted to hear her say—

  “No. Just you.”

  That swell of pride was progressively growing. There was something sexy about her innocence and willingness. A gift she was giving him while taking everything he dished out. He wouldn’t disappoint her.

  Keeping his eyes on hers, he licked the tip of her finger, swirled his tongue around it, then sucked it quick.

  She looked at his cock, then that sweet tongue darted out, tasting the head, circling the crown, then she sucked the tip hard before letting it pop from her mouth.

  She’d done just as he’d shown her, and damn was she a good student. Her mouth closing over his cock was the second best thing he’d ever felt, right behind being inside her when she came.

  When that green gaze hit his, as if awaiting the next instructions, he struggled not to come right then.

  He took her finger deep and sucked hard. She gasped, and her eyes widened. Then he slowly released it, sucking as he went back up the digit until it slid from his mouth.

  How deep could she go?

  She licked her lips, closed her mouth over his cock, and sucked him down.

  Shit, no amount of effort would keep him from coming soon. Her lack of experience didn’t matter. She was too good. His eyes slid closed as he relished the feel of her hot mouth surrounding him.

  She moaned, the vibrations shooting from his dick to his spine and making it even more difficult to hold out.

  He looked down at her. Her auburn brows were furrowed, her free hand on his thigh, nails just starting to dig in. She tried to go deeper but moaned again when she gained no ground.

  With a frustrated sigh, she eased up and sat back on her haunches, looking at his cock like a mountain she couldn’t scale to the top.

  “I can’t,” she said.

  He cupped her face and shook his head, trying not to laugh. “Darlin’, this,” he gestured at his raging cock, which was so hard he was almost in agony, “is not failing. You make me feel so good.”

  “But I can’t go deep.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “It’s not okay,” she shot out. “There’s got to be a way. I know you’re big, but I can go deeper than that, can’t I?”

  “Darlin,’ you’re doing great. You don’t need to go deeper.”

  “I want to. I thought you were supposed to teach me things.” There was that challenge in her voice. The gentle Penny was gone, replaced by the one who liked competition just as much as he did.

  “You sure about this?” He stood and, with his palms still cupping her face, coaxed her back to his cock until the tip prodded her lips. She instantly parted for him, and he stifled a groan.

  “First, you need to follow your instinct. Do what feels good.”

  She looked up and him and hummed.

  He smiled. “Trust me, whatever makes you feel good will make me feel good. It’s about giving into the passion and pleasure.”

  With the head of his cock in her mouth, she huffed but gave in to what he was saying.

  “Now,” he said, angling her face up so her neck was long and smooth. “Relax your throat, your lungs, your whole body.”

  She nodded and closed her eyes for a moment.

  “Good girl. I can feel that, you know? I’m not even completely buried in that sweet mouth of yours, and I can feel already the tension leaving you.”

  She smiled a little, the sight nearly his undoing. Penny Diamond on her knees, the head of his cock bobbing in her mouth, and her smiling like it was a damn treat? Fuck, he was going to go off like a damn teenager before they really got started.

  Focus.

  He took his own deep breath and continued.

  “Now, keep your eyes on mine. And keep your neck,” he ran the back of his finger along her throat, “long like this. It will help.”

  She did, and he went back to holding her face like a treasure between his hands. Because she was, and goddamn it, he was fighting every instinct not to fuck her mouth hard. No, he had to go slow.

  “I’m going to help you take it, understand.”

  She nodded.

  “Deep breath in.”

  She did.

  “And out.”

  When she exhaled, he pushed deep in a measured thrust, hitting the back of her throat, then retreated.

  Her eyes went wide, and she smiled again. Which made him smile. “See?” He caressed her cheek. “You did so well. You didn’t fail.”

  “Again,” she said in a muffled tone around his cock.

  He raised a brow. “What have I warned you about being careful what you ask for?” He felt the gentle scrape of her teeth. “Oh, that’s how you want to play?”

  She nodded and said, “Again!” in a forceful tone with a mouthful of him.

  He’d never been so fucking hard and turned on in his life. She was a damn wanton. Looked like the all-American good girl. And the moment she was bent over or on her knees, she was anything but.

  She was his.

  For that moment at least.

  And he would give her what she wanted.

  He surged deep again, then withdrew. She moaned, and when he did it again, she bobbed back, taking him a fraction deeper.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me come already.”

  Holding her face, he fucked her sweet mouth slowly, and she took it. Not only took it, but moaned and clawed at him for more. She grabbed his ass, her finger nails sinking in as she pulled him closer. The sting of pain mixed with her eager sucking was too much and he couldn’t last.

  “Pull back, darlin’. I’m going to come.”

  She didn’t. She sank her nails in deeper and he yelled to the ceiling as hot jets shot forth. She kept sucking, drinking him down like he was her lifeline.

  His entire body shuddered, the intensity of his release almost toppling him over.

  She slowly released him. He instantly hit his knees, breathing hard and facing her.

  “Do you ever do anything I expect?”

  She smiled. “What would be the fun in that?”

  He kissed her hard, laying her back in the tub, the shower raining over them. Considering how sore she likely was, he didn’t want to push her, but he needed to feel her come, make her feel what she’d just made him feel.

  “Bass?” she asked, but he was too busy to answer questions.

  He kissed down her body, sucking her nipples hard until she arched and moaned. The damn tub wasn’t big enough for him to get between her legs like he wanted, so he sat up and moved just enough that the water pelted her breasts.

  Her nipples strained to tighter points from the lashes of water hitting them. Her wet hair splayed over the edge of t
he tub, and he spread her legs as wide as he could and rubbed her clit.

  “Oh God!”

  She was wet, and not from the water. Her pussy was drenched. Was it all just from sucking him off? Though he’d just come, the thought made his cock stir. Something about this woman had him thinking he might never get enough.

  A terrifying notion, one he pushed aside. Because he had other things to think about, like Penny laid out before him. His prize. A prize he was going to take.

  Using two fingers, he rubbed fast over her sensitive bundle of nerves and watched her arch and moan. The water hitting her breasts, her thrashing and licking her lips while he took her over the edge.

  “Yes!” she cried out.

  Her whole body tensed, and it took all the will power he had not to thrust his fingers inside and feel her come. But he kept them on her clit and watched her fall apart.

  When her eyes opened slowly and fastened on his face, she smiled. Those two delicate arms reached out for him, and damn if he didn’t have a clue what to do. Because for the first time, he desperately wanted to reach back.

  Chapter Seven

  “Whose balls do you like better? Mine or Colts?” Huck asked.

  Bass crossed his arms and shook his head. Standing in the middle of Sam’s Sporting Goods Store, Huck held up two basketballs while Colt showed his six-year-old nephew Alex other options.

  “You’re an idiot,” Sebastian said, but he couldn’t help smiling a little. Huck had a way of always bringing out the humor in a situation. Which was nice since Sebastian hadn’t been feeling overly humorous since he’d left Penny last night.

  She’d rocked his world. Not in a simple sex kind of way, but in a weird way that left his chest sore. As if she’d reached in and clenched his heart.

  “Why am I even here?” Sebastian asked, checking his watch.

  It was Tuesday, and he had a late afternoon meeting starting soon. The only reason he’d come to Sam’s was because the mom and pop store was only a few blocks away from his office.

  “Because you’ve been ditching us and kind of a douche lately,” Colt said over his shoulder. “Alex starts biddy-ball next week, and you’re the one with the basketball skills.” He handed Alex a small-sized basketball to try out.