Tempt Me by Shiloh Walker Page B

surged against her, hard, fast, driving his dick into
her soft, wet pussy and shaking as she cried out his name and started
to come.
    It was, Cole knew, the
sweetest damn thing he’d ever experienced. What he didn’t
know was how he’d gone this long without it—or how he’d
ever manage to survive without this...without her .

    Rocki woke to the smell
of coffee.
    Popping one eye open, she
stared at the simple white mug sitting on the bedside table. Then she
opened the other eye and saw Cole leaning against the bed, cradling
his own coffee.
    â€œ Is that cup mine?”
she asked blearily.
    â€œ Yes. If you want
it.”
    â€œ I want.”
Awkwardly fighting with the sheets, she sat up and reached for it,
cupping both hands around it and all but whimpering at the smell.
“Caffeine. Gimme. I want.”
    Cole laughed.
    As she took the first
sip, he stroked a hand down her back, combing it through her tangled
hair. She was afraid to even look at it just then, afraid to look at
herself. He, of course, looked perfect.
    â€œ A fellow caffeine
junkie.” He grinned at her after she’d polished off most
of the first cup.
    â€œ Nothing beats
caffeine as a wake-me-up. Except maybe sex.” She slid him a
smile as she said it.
    â€œ Nah. Sex always
beats caffeine.” The hand on her back stroked lower, curved
around her hip.
    Her heart skipped a beat
as he sat his cup down and went to his knees. “Speaking of
which...”
    She needed to wash her
face, damn it. She needed to pee. She should probably brush her teeth
again. And she was a little sore—
    But all he did was rest
his head on her thigh and rub his thumb in slow circles over her
knee. “How are you feeling?”
    â€œ Um...I’m
fine.” If you don’t mind me getting a little choked up
here , she thought. Swallowing around the knot in her throat, she
lifted a hand and let herself play with his golden hair. “Stop
worrying so much. I’ve had sex before, you know. It just hasn’t
been recently.”
    â€œ Hmm.” He
pressed his lips against her leg. “I just want to make sure.
Because I damn sure plan on keeping that first date. And the second.”
    â€œ You’re
really fixated on that second date, huh?” She managed to get a
real smile in place by the time he lifted his head, managed not to
look so wishy-washy and sentimental—not even a date, yet, hello .
    But her heart wasn’t
much listening to reason, and it didn’t help when he stood up
and braced a knee next to her on the bed, cupping her face in his
hand. “Is it going to scare you away if I tell you I’m
already fixating on the fifth date? The tenth?”
    â€œ Ahhh...” She
stared at him, blinking. Fifth...tenth?
    He stroked his thumb over
her lip. “Is that a yes? Do I need to slow it down?”
    â€œ I don’t
know.” She leaned away long enough to set her coffee down, then
she wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling her head against
him. “Part of me is thinking I’m already rushing it. The
other part of me feels like...hell. I feel like I’ve been
missing this for a long time.”
    They stood that way for a
long, long while, his hand stroking her hand, her face pressed to his
belly. Then she sighed. “Maybe we’re rushing it a little.
We can rush it for as long as it feels right. If we need to pull
back, then I guess we’ll know.”

C hapter
Eight

    â€œ No news, I take
it?”
    Five days had passed with
no new incidents...and no answers.
    Clayton stood with Rocki
in her shop, looking terribly uncomfortable and terribly out of
place, especially with his sister standing a few feet away and
holding up a new, modified corset that Rocki was putting out for the
spring line.
    With his face a brilliant
shade of red, he deliberately turned his back on Lacey and said, “No.
No news. There weren’t any prints on the box that we can