Tempt Me

by Claire Raye

  “Fuck it.”

  Adam fumbles with his keys, barely getting the door open before we’re both pulling at each other’s clothes.

  My hands tug at the buckle on his belt, finally freeing it and I pull at the button on his jeans, shoving them down his hips. We walk, tangled together until I’m backed against the counter, Adam, pulling my tank over my head and smiling when he sees I’m now naked from the waist up.

  “That was a surprise,” he murmurs, smirking at me as he lowers his mouth to my breast. I reach for his shirt, his hands covering mine, stopping me from going any further.

  “Not yet,” he whispers, his mouth sucking at my nipple as he looks up at me. Stopping he trails a path of kisses to my neck. “I want this to be about you. I want to taste every fucking inch of you, Mila.”

  I feel like I’m floating, my body is consumed with every kiss and every touch, and I finally feel alive. It hasn’t felt like this in months, lost and wandering, just waiting for someone to make me feel again. Adam is that someone.

  His eyes are dark, his movements desperate as his hands touch every part of me, making my skin burn with longing and need, needing him.

  I want more.

  I want everything with him.

  “Adam,” I plead, slipping my hand into the front of his boxers, finding him hard just like I did a few days ago. Everything about what we’re doing is reminiscent of that day, but this time there’s no one to stop us, no one to interrupt what is happening between us, and as my heart races, my breathing erratic, I realize this is so much more than just sex.

  He kisses down my body, stopping to trail his tongue between my breasts, and making his way to my stomach, covering it with kisses as his fingers hook into the sides of my leggings. Pulling them down, he nips at my hip bone, causing me to push into him even more.

  “Come up here,” I whine, my hand no longer wrapped around him, now tangled in his hair as he kneels in front of me.

  “I’m not coming in your hand, Mila, but you’re going to come in my mouth,” he groans, licking his lips as he slides my leggings and underwear down my legs. “I want you right here.” He puts a finger to his lips, looking up at me with his dark eyes, all brooding and sexy and fuck me if I don’t want him to make me come with his mouth.

  The second his tongue touches me I swear I’m going to lose it. I moan out so loud it’s almost embarrassing and he purrs against me, his groan of appreciation sending vibrations through my entire body.

  “You’re so wet and it’s so fucking hot,” he says, possessiveness filling the room and he grips my thighs opening me wider.

  I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into him as he begins, his mouth licking and sucking like nothing I have ever felt before. It’s not going to be long and luckily, we have nothing but time, because I’m not walking out of here until both of us have been thoroughly fucked.

  “Adam,” I moan, trying my best to hold back, but I know it isn’t going to be long. “You need to stop or I’m seriously…” I stop, my words getting cut off when he slips a finger inside me.

  “Say it, Mila,” he demands, adding a second finger and I grind desperately against his hand. “Tell me you’re going to come. Call my fucking name when you do.”

  He’s watching me, his eyes trained on my face as his fingers thrust in and out of me, his thumb pressing right where I need it.

  “Come for me, sweet Mila. Come all over my hand. Come all over my mouth.” His voice is deep and sexy and I’m certain anyone walking by can hear us right now, but I don’t care.

  And right when I feel it building inside me, my legs weak and shaking, Adam’s mouth is back on me, making sure he tastes everything.

  “Adam!” I call out, my hands knotting in his hair, holding him against me, never wanting to come down from this high.

  My eyes are closed, my breathing labored as I lean back against the counter, unsure that my legs will continue to hold me up.

  “Look at me,” Adam says, my eyes opening to find him looking right at me. His fingers still wet, trace along my bottom lip, and I taste myself on him as I follow the path with my tongue. “You make me feel alive again,” he says and now I’m certain my legs are going to give out.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Adam

  This past week with Mila has been absolutely fucking torturous. All the waiting and the missed opportunities, even when we’ve been right there together in the same room. It’s driven me crazy with lust and need and want for her, even if at times, I wondered if it was somehow a sign that maybe we shouldn’t be taking things further.

  But as she stands here now, naked in my kitchen, coming down from a high that I just gave her, the taste of her still on my lips, I realize the wait has definitely been worth it. And that we are absolutely taking things further. And I am so totally fucking on board for it.

  “Come with me,” I whisper, my hand gripping the back of her neck as I pull her close and kiss her again.

  Mila’s hands grip my hips, one of them moving to slip into my boxers again. Smiling against her mouth, I grab her wrist as I kick off my shoes and undone jeans.

  “Come with me,” I repeat as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist and I walk us back to my bedroom.

  Mila’s mouth is on mine again, kissing me with a hunger and desperation that mirrors what’s coursing through me too. This past week, hell these past few weeks, have felt like an eternity and I can’t remember ever wanting something or someone this badly.

  I lower her to the bed, enjoying the sight of her naked on my sheets. She stretches her arms above her head, smiling up at me. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, lifting her foot toward me.

  The move offers me an unbelievable view and I actually groan out loud as I rip off my t-shirt before shoving my boxers down my legs. My dick sticks straight out in front of me, hard and so ready for her. “Better?” I ask, one knee on the bed.

  “Almost,” she says with a smile as she beckons me closer with a finger.

  Smiling, I crawl toward her, holding my body over hers, a hand on the mattress on either side of her head. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  Mila lifts a hand, her fingers tracing the scar across my chest before moving lower, her touch like electricity as her fingers glide over my stomach, my muscles tensing as they move lower still before circling my dick. “And you are very hard.”

  “Yes,” I breathe out.

  “Is that because you want me?” she whispers as she slowly starts to stroke me. There’s a teasing, playful tone to her voice, but beneath it, I can hear the uncertainty, the doubt.

  “Fuck, Mila,” I groan. “Yes, I fucking want you. More than my next breath.”

  I crash my mouth against hers, lowering my body so we are pressed together, skin to skin and finally with nothing between us. She wraps her arms around me, holding me close as our lips and tongues collide in a hungry kiss, teeth clashing as though neither of us have any control over this moment.

  Truth is, I don’t, not anymore. Not when it comes to her.

  “Adam,” she begs, pushing her hips up and against mine.

  I smile, reaching for the side table, grateful this week of missed opportunities has allowed me time to grab some condoms because there’s not a chance in hell I can stop this now. I slide one on, Mila’s eyes on me the whole time and then I’m hovering over her again, our eyes locked.

  She smiles up at me. “I want you too,” she whispers, her legs widening as I slowly sink into her.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan, burying my face against her neck, overwhelmed by the sensations, by the feel of her body beneath mine, of finally being inside her. “Mila, jesus, fuck.”

  I don’t move, unable to as I savor this moment, this feeling. I feel Mila’s hand on my jaw, gently easing me back so she can meet my gaze and the second that happens, something shifts between us. The air now charged with a new kind of electricity and what’s here between us changes in a
way that should fucking terrify me, but in this moment, only makes me want her more.

  “Are you okay?” she whispers as though sensing the change too.

  “Yes,” I breathe out. “Are you?”

  “Yeah,” she says nodding as she smiles up at me, the truth of her words written all over her face.

  I lower my lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss as I gently pull out before pushing back inside her. Mila moans, arching her body into mine as we slowly start to move together. Her fingers trail up my spine, her touch like jolts of electricity, setting my skin on fire everywhere she touches me.

  I cradle her head in my arms, never stopping the kisses as we continue to move, our bodies so in sync it’s like we’ve been doing this forever. I’d expected our first time to be a hard, hurried fuck, the weeks of torturous foreplay too much for either of us to ever take it slow.

  But it’s not, it’s the total opposite as we move together, our movements unhurried but deliberate, our kisses slow but deep, everything about this moment intense and all-consuming.

  “Fuck you feel amazing, Mila,” I whisper against her lips as I lift her arms above her head, our fingers sliding together as I press her against the mattress, my body covering hers.

  “This is…” she trails off, her words swallowed by a kiss. “Amazing…so good.”

  “You are amazing,” I whisper again, because she is, and I honestly never thought I’d ever feel like this again.

  I don’t know how long we move together, it feels endless, but by the time I’m pushing into her and calling out her name, she’s writhing beneath me, calling my name for a second time, both of our bodies slick with sweat, our skin hot to the touch.

  And everything about it and about us feels absolutely fucking perfect.

  “Did you really think I was avoiding you?”

  Mila chuckles, lifting her head to rest her chin on my chest. We’re lying tangled together in my bed, a couple more discarded condom wrappers now on the floor and both of us sated in all the best ways.

  “You’re the one who asked me first,” she replies.

  I smile, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I haven’t been avoiding you,” I say, meaning it. “I just…” I trail off, not sure what to say or how to explain it to her.

  Mila shuffles a little higher, resting her arms across my chest as she looks up at me. “I thought you’d changed your mind or something. That you didn’t want this.” She looks so uncertain and vulnerable in this moment and I realize now that’s probably what my actions have led her to believe.

  The flirting was one thing, but then one minute she’s got her hands down my pants, ready to jerk me off and the next I’m bailing on her but telling her to be here when I get back. Then when she is, falling asleep on my couch, I do nothing more than take her to bed and go to sleep beside her, only to wake up and insist we go to kickboxing even when I’m hard as hell and she’s right there wanting me.

  What the fuck have I been doing to her?

  Slipping an arm around her, I pull her so she’s lying on top of me. Brushing the hair back from her face, I cup her jaw. “I do want this,” I tell her. “More than I expected. It’s just…it’s been a really long time and I…I don’t know, maybe I was a little nervous.”

  “Of me?” she asks, surprised.

  Smiling, I brush my lips against hers. “You, this, everything.”

  Mila nips at my bottom lip. “You don’t need to be nervous,” she says, kissing her way along my jaw to my ear. My eyes close when she starts to suck on my neck, a low groan falling from my mouth. “But if it makes you feel better, I was too.”

  I smile, grateful for her honesty as my hands slide down her body to grip her hips. Mila shifts so she’s straddling me, her long hair now loose and hanging over one shoulder. “I’m glad we both got over our fear,” I murmur, reaching for another condom.

  The next morning, when I wake up, Mila is lying asleep in my arms, her head resting on my chest. Despite how many times we were together last night, I already want her again. I can’t get enough of her and I wasn’t lying when I said I feel alive again because of her. She makes me feel more alive than I can ever remember and it’s addictive and amazing and I just want more and more of it.

  More and more of her.

  I pull her closer, trailing my fingers up and down her spine as I press light kisses to her cheeks until she’s blinking her eyes awake and looking up at me.

  “Morning,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers.

  She smiles against my mouth. “Morning,” she whispers back, deepening the kiss and showing me that I’m not the only one who wants more.

  She groans as I roll her onto her back, her fingers sliding into my hair as I kiss a path down her body, settling myself between her legs. I take my time, teasing her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until I finally let her get there and she calls out my name into the quietness of the morning.

  Afterward, we’re dozing, when Mila says, “I really do need a shower.”

  Laughing, I pull her closer. “Me too. You have class today?”

  “Uh huh. You working?”

  “Yep.”

  A silence falls between us now that feels weird and so different to last night. It’s as though neither of us knows what to say or what’s supposed to happen next.

  “You know, you are allowed to come visit me at work,” I eventually say.

  “Yeah?” she asks, lifting her head.

  “Yes,” I repeat. “I’d like that.”

  “I guess I didn’t know if…” she trails off as though she’s scared to put a label on whatever this is that’s happening between us. To be honest, so am I, because defining it means I can lose it and I already know I don’t want to lose her.

  “Hey,” I say. “Come and hang out. I still can’t serve you booze, but I can flirt with you and then take you home with me. You’re the first and only girl I do that with, so it’s a pretty exclusive club to be part of.”

  Mila laughs, her body relaxing against me, the awkwardness now gone. And even though we haven’t exactly defined what this thing between us is, at least she knows I want more of it, more of her.

  “You get the painting finished?” I ask, when I walk into work a couple of hours later.

  Caleb looks up from his computer. “Yeah, pretty much,” he says. “Thanks again for helping us out with it.”

  “No worries,” I say with a shrug. “You taking off soon?”

  Caleb glances at his phone. “Shit, yes, I gotta go. You cool here?”

  “Please,” I say with a smirk. “I can handle this lot.”

  Caleb laughs, standing from his desk as he shuts his laptop and walks toward me. Just as he reaches the doorway, the back door beeps as someone types in the code, before swinging open to reveal Mila and Charlie.

  “Hi,” Caleb says, crossing his arms over his chest as Mila and Charlie walk inside, Mila shooting me a nervous glance before turning to Caleb.

  “Hey,” she says to him, her eyes flicking back to me.

  I smile, my heart fluttering in my chest a little. Fuck it’s good to see her. “Hi,” I say, unable to take my eyes off her.

  “Hi,” she replies shyly, blushing a little.

  I want to go to her, pull her into my arms and kiss her, tell her that I’m glad she came down, but I don’t know if that’s something we do. And the longer we stand here, Charlie and Caleb both giving us weird looks, the more awkward things start to feel, as though we have no idea how to act around each other now.

  “Just here for dinner, right, girls?” Caleb asks with a smile, breaking the silence.

  Mila rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. “Yes, annoying big brother, we’re just here for dinner, nothing else.”

  Now it’s Caleb laughing, slinging an arm around Mila’s shoulders and pulling her against his side. I feel a stab of envy that he can do that. “Not long to go now though, right?” he asks.

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sp; “Oh really?” I ask, surprised. “When’s your birthday?”

  Mila looks up at me, that same shy look on her face as she says. “Couple of months.”

  “Cool,” I say with a smile. “We’ll have to celebrate.”

  Charlie giggles, smirking at me now and I’d put money on her knowing everything that happened between Mila and me last night. And this morning. “Yeah, you will,” she says before grabbing Mila’s arm and leading her out to the bar.

  “You sure you’re gonna be able to handle that?” Caleb asks, jerking a thumb in their direction.

  Smiling, I clap a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, boss,” I say with a laugh. “Trust me, I can handle it.”

  After Caleb leaves, I head out to the bar to find Mila and Charlie set up in the section Caleb keeps for them. Liv is busy serving customers at the bar, so I grab a couple of menus and wander over to them.

  “So, what’ll it be ladies?” I ask, smiling at Charlie and then Mila.

  Charlie gives me a huge grin, her eyes wide as she looks from me to Mila and back to me again. “I’ll just take water to start with thanks,” she says, reaching for one of the menus. “But Mila here may need something a little stronger. Word is she didn’t get much sleep last night and has another busy night ahead of her.”

  I laugh, turning to Mila who’s now giving Charlie a death stare thanks to that comment. Deciding I don’t give a fuck if it’s something we do or not, I step closer, tilting Mila’s face to mine. Meeting her eyes, I slowly lower my mouth, brushing my lips across hers in the softest of kisses as I whisper, “I’m glad you came, beautiful. You’ll be doing more of that later tonight, I promise.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mila

  I can feel my face turn red hot as Adam walks away. My lips tingle and my heart is now racing in this stupid way that I seriously hoped would never happen. But holy shit it feels good to be stuck in this lusty, crushing on a boy situation.

  After everything that happened in Tahoe, all I could picture was myself twenty years down the road meeting someone. The idea of having a boyfriend or even allowing a guy into my life felt disastrous, like it could only be part of the very, very distant future. So far into the future that what happened in the past wouldn’t matter any longer and I would never have to explain myself. That I would’ve healed and moved on, leaving nothing to clutter my future.