Page 252 of Vicious Temptation

I hear how much I just admitted, but I don’t take it back. Remi kisses the center of my palm before looking up at me again.

“Good.”

“That all you’ve got to say?”

“No.” Her grin returns. “But I think I can make my point better without talking.”

She takes me into her mouth, inch by inch, her hand working what she can’t take. My head tips back against the tile as I fight the urge to move with her.

“Remi…”

Her hand moves to my hip while she takes her time. When I glance down, one eyebrow lifts, and I can practically hear the comment she’d make if her mouth weren’t busy.

“You like knowing you can do this to me?”

Looking so goddamn beautiful, she nods around a mouthful of my cock.

“This is you, Remi,” I manage, my voice rough. “Nobody else has ever had me like this.”

The teasing disappears from her face, and I know she hears everything I’m not saying. As incredible as her mouth feels, I suddenly need more than this.

Cradling the back of her head, I guide her away. She tips her face up to mine, lips swollen and breathing uneven.

“Come here.”

The words come out rough and needy, and Remi doesn’t tease me or make me ask twice. She rises, and as soon as she’s within reach, I wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her.

I need all of her close, her arms around me, her body pressed to mine until there’s no room left for anything I’m still hiding.

She holds me just as tightly, as if she feels the same desperation I do. “What is it?” she murmurs.

“Nothing.”

Her fingers slide to the back of my neck. “Liar.”

I brush my mouth over hers. “I just need you closer.”

“You need to fuck me?”

“No.”

What I need is to love her.

The realization comes so easily. “I just need you, chama.”

“You have me.”

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers because she has no idea how completely true that is. All of me belongs to her now, even the parts she doesn’t know about yet.

We stumble out of the shower still kissing, leaving wet footprints across the bathroom floor as we peel off the rest of our soaked clothes. Once she’s completely bare, I’m so distracted by her that it takes me a beat to notice she’s staring past me.

“Thiago, did you bring…”

She pauses. But Remi doesn’t hesitate, and that alone puts me on alert.

“Bring what?”

She exhales slowly. “Your cuffs. Did you bring them?”