Page 105 of Vicious Temptation

I slide one hand between her thighs and ease two fingers inside her while my tongue stays on her clit. Her hips jerk against me.

“Fuck. Curl your fingers. Make me come.”

I do exactly what she commands, stroking her slowly while keeping the same rhythm against her clit. One hand stays buried in my hair, guiding me exactly where she wants me, while the other braces against the couch.

I fucking love seeing this side of her.

The woman who always has something ready to throw back at me is slowly losing the ability to form words. A broken moan escapes her, her thighs trembling as she fights to keep looking at me.

“Don’t fight it,” I murmur against her. “Let me have you.”

Her hand tightens in my hair as she looks down at me, flushed and breathless. “You already do.”

The words affect me in a way they shouldn’t. Heat and hunger are easy. I know what to do with those. But hearing her say I already have her makes me want to forget how much of myself I’m still hiding from her.

Then Remi rolls her hips, dragging me straight back into the moment.

“Thiago…”

I work my fingers deeper inside her.

“Come on, baby. Give me another.”

She yanks my hair as she clenches around me, and I watch her lose herself all over again. Her head tips back, her chest rising rapidly as each pulse moves through her until she finally goes slack against the couch.

I slowly pull free and bring my fingers to my mouth. Remi watches me suck them clean, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

But I’m a greedy motherfucker when it comes to her, and she’s so damn sweet that I can’t bring myself to stop. Not when she’s crying out my name or when her body twists beneath my hands as if she can’t decide whether to escape the sensation or chase more of it.

I grip her ass and lower my mouth to her again, licking up every drop as she writhes beneath my tongue.

“No, no…Thiago. Fuck, fuck.”

I finally force myself away from her, but my cock is fucking aching now, and tasting her only makes me want to be inside her even more.

Rising from between her thighs, I trail slow kisses up her back. Tremors still ripple through her as I make my way to her shoulder, brushing her hair aside before pressing my lips beneath her ear..

“Tell me you have a condom.”

She turns to look at me. “Why?”

“Because I need you, Remi.” I brace my hands at her hips. “And I need you now.”

“Someone’s impatient,” she says with a grin.

“You have no fucking idea.”

“Side table. Top drawer.”

I drag myself away from her and cross the room. Yanking open the drawer, I find the condoms tucked inside and grab one.

When I turn around, I stop.

Remi has stripped away what was left of her torn clothes and tossed them onto the floor. She stands beside the couch completely bare, hair thoroughly fucked from my hands, cheeks still flushed, and those silver barbells catching the light.

Fuck me.

My gaze slowly travels over the woman I’ve been trying and failing to get out of my fucking head. She starts toward me.