Page 30 of No Darker Temptation

I snatch them up and shove them into a nearby drawer. “I’m not nervous, why would I be nervous?” I snatch up a bra hanging over the back of the loveseat near the window and throw it into the open luggage on the floor.

“You seem nervous.”

“I’m not.” I shrug out of his coat and toss it over the dresser to conceal the disaster there. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

Despite the darkness I can see it when he smiles. “You forgot to turn the lights on.”

I stop. “Shit.”

I cross the room and trip over a pair of heels on the way. I extend my hand, ready to flip the light switch, but he catches me by the wrist. He walks us back until I hit the foyer wall behind me and cages me in with his body, one hand braced on either side of my head. My heart leaps into my throat when he leans down, eager for the moment his lips finally meet mine, but it never comes. Instead, his nose grazes the line of my jaw before traveling down the length of my neck and he buries his face there, inhaling my scent and kissing the hollow of my collarbone.

I’m not sure if he intends to take his time or not. Either way, heat unfurls in the pit of my stomach and liquid fire seeps into my bloodstream. My chest, cheeks, and neck flush with warmth, the tips of my ears burning as he runs his tongue along the pulse at the base of my throat. When he gathers the patch of skin between his teeth and sucks, little tingles of pleasure wash over me and my nipples harden. His teeth clamp down harder and a soft gasp escapes me.

He lifts his head and I don’t waste any time. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and bring his mouth to mine.

Only three months and I’ve forgotten what a pleasure it is to kiss him. Up until now all I’ve had are memories and raunchy phone calls in the dead of night with my hand between my legs. Now when he touches me—runs his hands down the length of my arms and follows the shape of my body—I can feel it, not just imagine it.

His hands cup my breasts as my tongue slides into his mouth, memorizing the feel and taste of him with every stroke and lick and he hums against me, thrusting his hips forward until his erection presses against my belly. Alejandro drags his hands down the length of my ribcage then over the dip of my waist where he eventually lands on my hips. He kneads his fingers into my flesh, touching and squeezing, as if he too is remembering what it’s like to have me in the palms of his hands. When his teeth clamp down on my bottom lip I gasp. Hands still on my hips, he spins me around and throws me against the dresser where one sweep of his arm across the top clears it completely.

His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping each strand by the root as he yanks and kisses his way down the length of my neck. I take his free hand by the wrist and bring it against my body where he follows my lead. First, he starts with my breasts, kneading each one and pinching the nipples, drawing a whimper from my lips. And then it travels further, over the smooth plane of my abdomen to the valley between my thighs.

He kisses the edge of my ear and whispers, “Do you want me to talk you through it?”

I nod, unable to speak, and he thrusts his hips forward, forcing me to lie flat on the dresser as his fingers dip under the edge of my underwear. Dizzy and disoriented, my breaths come in short, labored pants as the pad of his thumb rubs a perfect loop around my clit. The touch sends fire through my body.

“Did you miss me?”

I nod again, arching my back in search of his touch.

Instead, his hand comes down on my backside with a loud smack that sends a jolt through my system. “Use your words.”

“I did! I did. I’m sorry, I did.”

The gentle circles continue but this time he adds another finger and glides further down my wet folds, as if to reward me for my honesty. “Open your legs wider and let me in.”

I do as he asks but he spanks me again, this time hard enough for my ass to sting.

“Wider,” he orders against my ear, the word sounding more like a threat than a request.

I take another step and without warning, his fingers plunge inside me and I cry out. The sound earns me another hard spank but right after, he tugs on my hair and pulls me into an upright position.

“I’m not going to do anything else.” His tongue glides down the side of my neck. “So if you want to come, you’re going to have to do the work yourself.”

His name leaves my lips in a whimper. “Alejandro⁠—”

“Ride my hand, Dahlia.”

I’m not sure what all the buildup is for but I obey. I grind against him, hips moving up and down at a steady pace, his fingers stretching the walls of my sex before clenching around him. The faster I move, the harder he gets, his erection pushing against the base of my spine.

“You can take it deeper than that.” He tells me and digs his fingers into my hip where he’s holding me steady. “This isn’t how you touched yourself when you used to put the camera between your legs and let me watch. Now fuck me like you mean it.”

My thoughts are so frazzled I can’t focus on what I’m doing.

“I want to hear the sounds you made every time you touched yourself thinking of me. I want you to come on my fingers the way you did every time my voice was enough for you to finish.”

I’m panting, moaning, making a mess of myself all over his hand and he groans against my ear—quiet but brutal—and it’s then that he decides to help. His fingers plunge in an out of me, the heel of his palm rubbing against my swollen clit and sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

Climax rips through me quick and fast. Alejandro wraps an arm around my waist and keeps me upright as the aftershocks make my body convulse.