Tempt Me by Shiloh Walker

slower
this time. Gentle. And all the while, he watched her.
    He could do it forever,
he suspected. Forever might not even be long enough. He didn’t
even care how insane it sounded, because this woman made him feel
complete.
    Like a slick, wet, glove,
her sex wrapped around him. Like she’d been created from his
midnight fantasy, she responded to his every touch, his every move.
And when he felt it rising inside her, that building, burgeoning
tension, he lifted up onto his elbows, determined to watch her,
determined to see her face as she came.

    It was still dark when
Rocki woke.
    Her body ached—every
damn inch. It had her smiling, even as she stretched and winced.
Slipping out of the bed, she all but ran to the bathroom. There was
nothing worse than having to pee at the crack of dawn. Getting out of
a nice, warm bed to freeze your butt and everything else off?
    Although she didn’t
mind so much waking up a little early. Maybe even a lot early.
    After she’d washed
her hands, she splashed water on her face, and since she hadn’t
exactly planned on spending the night, she used her finger to brush
her teeth the best she could. It wasn’t ideal, but then again,
neither was morning breath. If she’d had any inkling this would
happen, she would have tossed some of those little on-the-go
toothbrush thingies in her purse.
    That done, she turned off
the light before she opened the door. If at all possible, Rocki
wanted him asleep when she joined him in the bed. There was nothing
like waking a man up in a particular way ...
    The bed was warm, the
sheets smelling of them both. It was a scent she decided she liked. A
lot. As she snuggled in closer, a grin curved her lips when his arm
came around her, an automatic gesture that had her heart melting. She
peered at him in the darkness, straining to see his face. His eyes
were closed, breathing still soft and easy.
    Catching her lip between
her teeth, she eased down under the blankets.

    Dreaming—
    Cole thought, for the
briefest second, maybe he was dreaming. He had one hand buried in
soft, thick hair, hair long enough to wrap around his wrist...and
he’d done that, too, using his grip to guide her head.
    Thought for a second he
was dreaming, and damned if he wanted to wake up.
    But then that wet, hot
mouth that had been wrapped around his aching dick let go. The
blankets shifted and through the dim light, he watched as Rocki
lifted up onto all fours, the light from the street painting her body
with silvery strokes.
    â€œ Hey.” She
smiled at him, then went to lower her head back down.
    He groaned at the sight
of her mouth wrapping around him. In an act of self-preservation, he
tore his gaze away, but what he found himself staring at wasn’t
any safer. The mirror. The fucking mirror over his dresser. He could
see the graceful line of her back, her ripe ass in the mirror...and
just a bit lower, the darker, shadowy cleft of her pussy. His dick
jerked demandingly. Swearing, he reached out blindly with his free
hand and grabbed at one of the few rubbers left.
    The other hand was still
fisted in her hair, and without thinking, he tugged her up. Her
breath caught. Slowly, she lifted and settled back on her heels,
staring at him. Her breathing hitched.
    Awareness kicked in and
he tugged her hair harder, using it to arch her head back, baring her
neck. She whimpered. The sound of it was blissfully, beautifully
erotic. He wanted to explore more—something they hadn’t
done nearly enough of.
    But need was a scream
inside him.
    Tearing the rubber open,
he unrolled it and then he moved, coming up behind Rocki. He nudged
her around, staring at her shadowed reflection. Her mouth was open,
shaky erratic breaths falling from her lips. With a slow, careful
touch, he rested one hand on her shoulder, stroking it downward.
    Her eyes rested on his
hand.
    Then he placed his other
hand on her hip.
    Rocki fell back against
him. When he pushed two fingers