Page 39 of Pure Temptation

The words just came, but after he spoke them, he was pretty sure he had just stumbled onto what was probably the most profound thing he had said all week. At the most inconvenient time, he was falling in love with a woman who was wary of who he was, and yet, at this moment, it felt perfect. It must be love, because otherwise, it didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense.

She watched him through those dark, impossibly long lashes, like she was drinking him in one last time, getting her fill. Daxon frowned. That’s not the direction he wanted to go. He searched for a way to divert to a better route.

“You want to eat?”

She shook her head.

“Not in the mood for burritos tonight?”

“Not yet.”

She stood up and held out her hand, nodding to the door.Oh.

He followed her inside. It was a much smaller version of his cabin, in the same style that mixed modern with the island. But instead of the sleek, impersonal furniture he had found in his living room, Kendall’s place was filled with all the details that made it a home. Photographs of her parents hung on the wall, books were neatly arranged on the shelves, and her bright green couch looked comfortable and inviting.

But she wasn’t giving him a tour right now. She took his hand and led him straight to her bedroom. The kelly-green duvet covered the bed neatly. Was green her favorite color? There was so much he didn’t know about her. Everything in the room was in its place, because of course it was. Kendall was a careful woman with careful boundaries. She worked to keep her life that way, and he was trampling all over it. He still wasn’t sure if this was exactly why they fit together or exactly why he should stay away.

But he could worry about that later. Right now she didn’t seem to want to talk. She was silent as she turned to face him, her expression warm and serious. She said nothing as she pulled off her shirt, and she said nothing as she unfastened her bra, letting her beautiful breasts free. And yet with each move, he could hear her, loud and clear.

One last time.

She was giving this message off in waves, and despite the fact that he vehemently disagreed, he knew arguing wasn’t the right path. Instead, he told her with his body, with his gaze.

Don’t worry, sweets. I’ll give you what you want. And more. So much more.

She stripped off her shorts and her panties, and then she stood in front of him, solemn.

I’ll give you this,she was saying in the silence of the room.This is what we have together.

And, fuck, how he wanted it. He wanted that and so much more. So he took off his own clothes, stripping himself bare, and he stood in front of her, naked. His cock had responded to her long ago, and he hadn’t bothered to fight it. But standing here, naked in front of her, he was starting to wish that he had. Sex was where this was unquestionably headed, but at this moment, as she watched him, her brown eyes tinged with sadness, sex felt like a distraction.

Daxon took a step forward and rested a hand on her cheek. It was the wrong time to say all the things he had planned to say to her, so instead, he pressed his mouth against hers. He kissed her, trying hard to resist the urge to memorize this feeling. This wasn’t the end. It wasn’t the last time, even if she was thinking that. It couldn’t be...could it? When they had kissed in Costa Rica, thinking it was the only time, they had still managed to find their way back to each other. Or rather, Calvin had managed it. So much had happened since she had walked into his cabin at the Kalani. After all that, they’d reunite again...wouldn’t they?

Slowly, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, scraping his teeth against it, letting her know how much he wanted her. The intensity of this physical attraction was the one thing they both agreed on without hesitation. But it was also the way he could show her this was more.

I want this, he said with each stroke of his tongue, and not just for tonight.

He could feel the moment Kendall put aside all of her hesitations and let herself go. She matched each stroke of his tongue with hers, pressing her body against his. The night was warm, and her skin was soft and hot, and kissing her was so goddamn intoxicating. Her hands closed around his shoulders as she tried to lessen the height distance between them, so he lifted her. His cock wedged between her legs, and they both groaned. He turned and laid her on the bed, collapsing against her as their bodies tangled together, laughter and moans filling him with a deep happiness. Daxon’s heart was pounding—anticipation, desire and joy all wrapped up into one long adrenaline rush he’d never find anywhere else. They kissed some more, and he cupped her breasts, sucked on them, teasing her. He was trying so hard to resist the dizzying abyss of pleasure, but the feeling was too strong. So he gave in, holding himself over her, resting on his elbows, staring down at her. Slowly, she lifted her gaze and met his. For a moment, she looked so lost, but after a blink, that look was gone.

“On your back,” she said. She gave his shoulder a little shove, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Kendall on top? Yeah, that was more than fine with him. He’d give her anything she wanted...almost anything. Daxon pushed that last thought away. Instead, he tipped onto his back, holding her close, taking her with him. She sat up and arranged herself, wiggling her hips, dragging her pussy against his cock. He let out a quiet groan. Fuck, she was already so wet.

“You wanna ride, sweets?” He flexed his hips and moved his hands down, around her ass. “Use me. Ride my cock, take whatever you want. It’s yours.”

She smile down at him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Kendall shimmied backward and reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his dick. She gave it an exploratory tug, and his eyes rolled back in his head. She sat back and smiled, like she was admiring it right now.

“I could spend days playing with it. I think I’m a little obsessed with your cock, Daxon.” She let out a little huff of laughter. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“It’s all yours,” he rasped. “I won’t come until you come first.”

“Satisfaction guaranteed, right?”

It was his promise from the first day, but that version of them seemed so far away.

She took her hand away and shifted forward to press herself over his cock again. He was already seeing stars, but damn if he’d give in to that urge to come before she was ready, so he focused on her, naked, moving over him, finding her pleasure. He reached up to palm her beautiful breasts, pinching her nipples, enjoying her sighs and moans.

“Are we using condoms?” she asked, her voice breathless.