Page 101 of Vicious Temptation

Our mouths collide after weeks of tension, curiosity, and restraint. She matches every ounce of chaos I throw at her, biting my lip and drawing a groan from my chest as I pull her closer. I thought I remembered what she tasted like, that I’d memorized the feel of her from our fleeting touches and near misses. I was fucking wrong. The memory in my head doesn’t even come close to the real thing.

“Fuck,” I rasp as she rolls her hips again, smiling against my mouth.

“Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to talk?”

I tighten my grip on her hair, and the small hiss that escapes her only makes me want her more. “You’re making that very difficult.”

“Good.”

I kiss her again, more slowly, savoring every second as my hand leaves her hair and slips beneath the hem of her shirt.

“Remi…”

“Shut up,” she murmurs, tipping her chin as my mouth trails along the side of her neck.

“You still threatening to kill me?” I ask against her skin.

“Yes.” Her answer catches on a breath. “But maybe later.”

My hand moves higher, and my thumb brushes against something small and metallic under her bra.

She has a piercing.

Fuck me.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as I trace it again, and curiosity gets the better of me.

“Later?” I ask, discovering another piece of jewelry on her other nipple. “After I fuck you in your living room?”

She laughs breathlessly as I reach for the clasp of her bra.

“Aren’t you cocky?”

“Then tell me to stop.”

She doesn’t.

Instead, she leans into me, making her answer perfectly clear, and I give her exactly what we both want. I grip the front of her T-shirt and rip it down the middle, revealing her pretty brown nipples, each pierced with a silver barbell capped with diamonds at either end.

I look down at them before lifting my gaze back to her.

“What? You thought you had me all figured out?”

I laugh. “Not even fucking close.”

“That’s the point.”

There’s something almost smug about the way she says it, as if keeping me guessing is half the fun for her.

I hook a finger beneath the torn edge of her shirt and tug her toward me.

“You really enjoy fucking with me, don’t you?”

“Immensely.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that impression.”

Her smile widens as she leans in, stopping with her mouth barely touching mine, breath uneven. “Then shut me up.”