Pure Temptation

“I can play this game, too, you know,” she whispered.

Then her hand was on his chest, and she looked up at him with wide brown eyes. He tried to read her expression, but he was sidetracked by her lips, so plush and inviting. His body was on high alert, memories mingling with the immediate sensation of her fingers on him. Her mouth was so close, and he was aching to kiss her. Just a little more patience. Last time this ended with him watching her walk away. This time felt…right. But he wanted her to lead.

So he waited as long as he could, which wasn’t long. It was too tempting not to brush his fingers over her skin. Spending the last hour resisting her wasn’t doing him any favors now. Daxon slipped his hand around her waist, bringing their bodies together, and walked them into the cabin, one slow step at a time. He kicked the door closed and rested his hand on it, leaning over her, breathing in the scent of her hair.

“Will you let your hair down?”

She blinked, a little surprised, it seemed, then nodded and slipped the fastener out. Shiny, sun-streaked chestnut-brown waves cascaded over her shoulders. Daxon groaned as his cock gave an urgent throb. She rested her hands around his neck, coaxing him closer.

He found the shell of her earlobe with his lips. “I got it wrong back in Costa Rica. Tell me how to get it right this time.”

Kendall arched against him, their bodies flush. “You didn’t get it wrong. I just wasn’t ready.”

“Are you ready now?” Thinking was getting more and more difficult.

“Mmm.”

Oh, that sound out of her mouth… Focus. “Is that a yes?”

She tilted her head up and smiled at him. “That’s a hell yes.”

Then finally, finally he was pressing his mouth against hers, and she sighed, like she had been waiting for this just as much as he had. She kissed him, her lips brushing against his in achingly slow caresses. Months of pent-up desire flooded through him as he met each stroke, each invitation. He threaded his fingers through all that soft, beautiful hair, grabbing on, pulling her closer. He took a gulp of air and then dived in for more. He had forgotten just how good she tasted, like endless sunshine and warmth. Each hungry stroke of her tongue fueled another jolt of pleasure to his system.

His muscles tensed as her hands traveled down, farther, until she found the hem of his T-shirt and slipped her hands underneath. Goddamn, this was better than he had remembered. Everything else faded, and what was left was Kendall. He pressed up against her, her body trapped between his and the door, his cock hard and straining inside his boxers. Her teeth raked over his bottom lip, and she hooked her leg around him, starting a slow, sensual grind that made his eyes roll back. He could come like this, fully clothed and panting in this little hallway, just from finally kissing Kendall, feeling her body against his again.

Aaaaand…no. That wasn’t where this was going.

Daxon slowed the kiss, reining himself in, loosening his grip on her hair. She pulled her hands from under his shirt and settled them on his hips. He rested his forehead against hers.

“Fuck, sweets. This is really hot, and you haven’t even taken off your clothes.”

“Yet,” she added, smiling. “You haven’t, either.”

“You haven’t seen enough of me today?”

One of her hands moved lower, down between his legs, and she stroked his rock-hard cock. Pleasure rippled through him.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she whispered. “I’d like a closer view.”

The image from Costa Rica of Kendall kneeling between his legs came back, his own fantasies layered on, and he groaned. He had to stop thinking about that for now. If this was his only chance to touch her, to enjoy her, to taste her, he wanted to get it right.

“We’ll see about that,” he said with a wink. “Right now, I want to get you on that table.”

Now Kendall remembered exactly why she had walked out of Daxon’s room in Costa Rica. She had played back that kiss so many times in her mind, but somehow she had forgotten important details. The way his breath hitched when she touched his bare skin. The hunger in each brush of his lips. The way she lost herself as the tidal wave of want took over, building, threatening to crash through her body. She wanted more of this man, his hard muscles, the weight of him against her, his thick cock that was pressing against her, his mouth everywhere. She wanted more.

It had been almost impossible to walk away last time, but when she came up for air, she’d known she had to. Because drowning in a kiss with Daxon Miles had suddenly felt like a different kind of risk, one that had nothing to do with her job. One she knew was dangerous.

And yet here she was again, aching for more. During their sessions, her hands had traveled up and down his legs many times. She wanted to explore further. She wanted to learn his body, how it worked, how his muscles flexed when she touched him, what he sounded like when he came. This was a man with a preternatural ability to focus. What would it be like to feel him let go of all that control and lose himself in pleasure?

She just had to make sure this stayed uncomplicated. People had uncomplicated sex all the time, so why shouldn’t this new, more adventurous version of her do it, too?

Kendall laced her fingers with his. “Let’s try the bedroom instead. I think it’ll be a little more comfortable.”

“Maybe we can try the table later,” he said. “But I’m happy to start anywhere, sweets, as long as I get to put my mouth on you.”

Damn, he sounded so sincere, like he was aching to go down on her. No wonder women tripped over one another for this man.

“Right this way, champ.” She led the way to the bedroom, her heart jumping in her chest. After months of watching his videos, just to make sure his previous injury had healed, of course—okay, and possibly using him as fodder for a late-night date with her vibrator because she never planned to see him again—after six months of not real, this was about to get very real.

A warm breeze blew through the open windows of the light, airy room. The bed was enormous, covered with a fluffy duvet and a stack of pillows. A tray of hibiscus flowers lay on the long, narrow bench in front of the windows. He turned to her, tucking her hair behind her ear. The echoes of waves and the brush of palm leaves mixed with the sounds of turned-on male, so close. His hand lingered on her neck.

“I want to undress you.”

“Sounds a little impractical.”

He laughed. “Sounds sexy to me. As long as you don’t mind me staring at you like a hungry dog.”

Well, if he wanted to. She might as well get the whole Daxon Miles experience, from start to finish.

“Oooh, hungry dog,” she said. “Very sexy.”

He tickled her sides, and she yelped and wriggled. His laugh grew huskier.

“You like to tease me?” he said, his hands gentling, urging her to face him. “Just so you know, it only makes me harder for you.”

When she turned around, his smile was so full of heat, and it sent a shiver of desire through her. Her eyes met his, and his smile faded. What would this incredible man feel like inside her, thrusting, working her hard? God, she wanted to know.

Slowly he slipped his hands under her shirt and lifted it up, his palms skimming her sides. She raised her arms, and he pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. His warm hands rested on her arms, and he ran them up and down a few times, as if he were learning her in the same way that she was learning him back on the table. He traced the outline of her bra, around the curve of her breasts.

She’d always had mixed feelings about her chest size. Her body was a comfortable one to live in, fit, strong, and as a physical therapist, she was reminded daily not to take any of these pieces for granted. But she had been an early bloomer, and having large breasts at an younger age had made her self-conscious long after she should have outgrown it. She still had to fight her instinct to cover them. But with Daxon’s eyes hot, his mouth parted as he gazed at her breasts, she didn’t want to hide. Not when he was looking at her like she was the only thing on earth he wanted right now.

He traced the straps up to her shoulders, then moved down, exploring her nipples through the silky material. Pulses of heat spread through her, and she drew in a quiet gasp. He slipped his hands around her and unhooked her bra, eased the straps over her shoulders and tossed it on top of her shirt. He ran his fingers down her chest, and she covered his hands with hers. There was so much pleasure in this slow exploration. His eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned forward to kiss her neck, holding her breasts in his palms, kneading, learning them. Then, with a soft bite on her neck, he let go and knelt down in front of her.

“I love getting you naked,” he said, reaching between his legs to adjust himself. His voice was getting lower, rougher. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

She spent so much time concentrating on other people’s bodies and movements that it was strange to have the roles reversed. But definitely not a bad kind of strange.

He urged her to turn around, so she did, but she could still feel his gaze on her, hot and heavy. His hands moved from her hips, lower. He cupped her rear.

“You have one fine behind, Kendall.” The rumble of his voice was making her giddy.

She peered over her shoulder, down at him. “You do, too, you know.”

He looked up at her and cracked a cocky smile. “I’m glad you noticed.”

“At the risk of inflating your ego, I admit that I’ve peeked at your ass more than once,” she said, laughing.

“I’ve watched yours, too. Many times.” Amusement threaded through the desire in his voice.

Would she ever tell him that she had stood at her dresser that very morning, choosing her outfit and, in the end, selected her shortest pair of jersey shorts, the ones that hugged her ass and showed off her legs, just for this meeting? Maybe. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, revealing the scrap of her thong and a lot of her ass.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Just touching you like this makes me want to come.”

His hands returned to her ass and his teeth grazed one side as he tugged down her panties. He paused, and she waited, not breathing. Then he got to his feet again. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed his body up against hers, and he nibbled the shell of her ear. “On the bed, sweets.”

She climbed up, and he followed her, tugging off his shirt as he settled between her legs. Then he made his way up her body, holding himself over her, his muscles flexing. She pressed her hands against his biceps, feeling the way they moved. When he leaned down to kiss, it was sweet, almost tender. Then he moved to her neck, her chest and, oh, her breasts. His lips closed around one nipple, and he swirled his tongue and dragged his teeth until she squirmed and ground against him. Watching him suck her breast added another erotic layer, and her mouth hung open in anticipation as he moved to the other. New jolts of pleasure shot through her. How close would she get to an orgasm, just like this?

But he moved lower before she found out, his lips on her belly. Her hips. The inside of her legs. She moaned as he came closer, his tongue hungry against her skin. Finally, he pressed his mouth against her clit. The spark was electric, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her body, bringing her so close to the edge. He was kissing her everywhere, drinking her with endless thirst, his tongue exploring, repeating the strokes she responded to. Learning. When she moaned, he groaned, too, and came in for more.

Oh, more. Daxon’s mouth was its own category of more. He slipped two fingers inside her and thrust, in and out, driving her mad as he worshipped her with his mouth. It happened so fast. Kendall arched her back and came, crying out, shuddering as Daxon took his last hungry licks of her, drawing out her pleasure.

She sucked in gulps of air as she came back down. The quiet sound of the ocean blew through the windows. Daxon crawled up her body and lay by her side. He propped his head on one hand, his other hand resting on her stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for so long,” he whispered.

Kendall was trying to get her thoughts together, though her entire body protested. But when his cock pressed against her thigh, her mind skidded back to her earlier question: What would he feel like inside her? She took a couple more breaths and turned to Daxon. “Want to try something else?”

His eyes darkened with desire, but he shook his head. “Some other day, if you want. But I meant what I said earlier. Today is all about your happy ending.”

She closed her eyes and let the mix of languid pleasure and the heat from Daxon’s body lull her into a rare moment of peace. Was this his plan to get her to come back another time? If so, it was working.

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