Page 227 of Vicious Temptation

“Smart man.”

His hands travel along my thighs, peeling the coverall down before he tugs off my boots and pulls the rest free as he lowers himself in front of me. I lean back, palms on the hood.

“I’ve waited all day for this, chama. You have no idea how much I fucking missed you.” Thiago kisses his way up my leg, lingering as he reaches my inner thigh.

“I missed you too.”

“I miss you when you’re not even gone yet.” His mouth brushes my skin. “That’s the fucking problem.”

“I get that a lot.”

He laughs and shakes his head as he straightens, pushing the lollipop into my mouth.

“How about you hold that, fera, and get it nice and wet for me.”

“I’m nice and wet,” I say, letting my legs fall open.

Thiago glances between them, and his smile vanishes, lips parting on a rough exhale as he takes in the slick coating my thighs. The lollipop nearly slips from my mouth.

“Always gotta have the last word, don’t you?”

I curl my tongue around the candy and pull it deeper into my mouth just to see what he does.

His jaw flexes, and his fingers close harder around my thigh.

Much better.

“You were saying?” I taunt, drawing it back out with a soft pop.

Without a word, his hand closes around my neck, his thumb tipping my chin higher.

I was never the kind of woman who handed this kind of trust to a man. During sex, I called the shots because relying on someone else meant opening a part of me I kept locked down tight. It was giving them power they didn’t deserve. Even with Ryuji, there were places I never let him reach.

Thiago is different.

There’s no fear when his grip circles my throat. I know exactly how much strength is there, but I also know he’d release me the instant I wanted him to. I trust him with the choice. And somehow, surrendering it to him doesn’t make me feel vulnerable. For the first time, letting someone else hold that power still feels like mine.

“I was saying that you look fucking exquisite on this car, chama. Naked, wet, begging to be fucked.”

“Begging? I haven’t even started asking nicely.” I lean into him, kiss him, and whisper against his mouth, “Now pay your bill.”

“Gladly.” He taps the hard candy against my nipple ring, and the cool touch sends a sharp shiver through me. Thiago catches the reaction, then circles the lollipop around the metal with maddening patience.

My fingers find his curls again. “Thiago…”

He drags the candy across my skin and follows the sticky path with his tongue. “You taste so fucking good.”

His voice is low and rough as his mouth closes over me. He alternates between the candy and his tongue, teasing the barbell, sucking my nipple, then licking away every trace of watermelon he leaves behind. By the time he finally moves lower, my breathing is already ragged.

“I want to see you. Let me touch you,” I murmur, reaching for him.

Thiago catches my wrist and brings my palm to his mouth instead. “Let me take care of you first.”

The playfulness is gone from his tone. Nodding, I let my arm fall back against the hood.

His thumb strokes the inside of my knee while his lips travel lower, each kiss making my body hum with anticipation.

“Stay right there.”