The Case For Temptation. Robyn Grady
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She returned his lopsided grin then admitted, “This is actually a first for me, too...being here with you like this tonight.”
His smile changed. The look in his eyes, as well. “As in, two people who just met leaving a party together?”
She nodded. “Needing to be alone for an hour or two.”
That amber gaze turned ravenous again. When he stepped closer and a hot palm skimmed beneath the back of her hair—when his head deliberately angled and lowered over hers—it didn’t matter that he wasn’t what Teagan thought she wanted, needed, maybe even deserved. As his mouth covered hers, there was only one certainty that seemed to shine through. One truth that couldn’t be denied.
She was indeed her father’s daughter. A Hunter by name. In many respects, a Hunter by nature. And tonight, damn it all, she was hungry, too.
There were times when things felt good. Felt right. There were others when forces conspired or stars aligned and what happened was out of this world.
Like now, Jacob thought, being here with this woman who had come out of nowhere and left zero doubt as to what she was thinking. Where they were heading. Her words alone would have sufficed. The definite yes in her gaze was the icing on the cake.
Let’s do it.
As Jacob claimed the first kiss, he felt her dissolve, her two arms coiling around his neck. After blindly setting his glass on the counter, he caressed the curve of her hip while his tongue swept the seam of her lips and they parted. Then she craned up on her toes and pressed her breasts against his ribs. As the kiss deepened and her fingers knotted in his hair, he only grew more certain.
They would need way more than an hour or two.
When Jacob drew away, he kept his gaze on her lips. “Things aren’t going too fast?”
A smile played at the corners of her mouth as those gorgeous green eyes drifted open. “Not for me.” As she nodded, a waterfall of blond hair cascaded over her shoulder. “How about you? All good?”
So good. Particularly now that she was flicking open every shirt button down to his belt and tracing arcs over his pecs with her nails. Needing to keep up, he found the zipper at her back and eased that baby all the way down. As the gown slipped and rustled into a glittering puddle around her heels, he worked the shirttails from his pants and cast his shirt to the floor. Then he brought her close and claimed her mouth again.
Only now that wasn’t nearly enough.
He bent at the knees and caught her around the waist. Then, inch by inch, he lifted her until her silver heels fanned the air a foot above the ground. And that’s how he carried her to his bed. Step by step.
Kiss by kiss.
From the minute Jacob had held her on the dance floor—like they’d been the only ones in the room—she had looked forward to this moment. Getting her out of that dress so fast had been a pleasant surprise. When he’d lifted her up against him, his mouth fused to hers the whole time, Teagan wondered just how good this could get.
She was vaguely aware of leaving the light behind...of moving into the bedroom. He adjusted his hold on her waist to throw back the covers. Then, he laid her down on the cool, crisp sheet.
As his lips left hers, she let her arms fall and curl around her head. Siphoning a giddy breath, she took in the sight of him crouched above her. Light filtered through from the main room. In the soft shadows, the strong angles of his jaw and Roman nose looked more pronounced. Those lidded amber eyes seemed to glow. When he smiled, the thrill of anticipation shot straight to her core.
His voice vibrated through to her bones.
“There’s something I need to do.”
She plucked at the sheet above her head. “You don’t need to ask permission.”
He came closer. “Are you sure about that?”
She felt a rush of heat. The need to groan. Arching toward him was pure reflex, one that didn’t seem to surprise him at all. When he didn’t move, she told him again as she bent her knee and brushed her leg against his.
“Yes, Jacob,” she said.
Yes, yes, yes.
He eased back, slipped off one heel, then the other, and dropped both her shoes to the floor. When he flicked on a bedside light, the glow was warm and teasing—perfect for taking in his cut torso. But he was still wearing pants while she was pretty much naked. Not a whole lot to hide, including the scar she’d seen reflected in bathroom mirrors half her life. The jagged line was too long and high for an appendix op, and too prominent to go unnoticed for long, particularly given the way Jacob’s lidded gaze was devouring her now.
If he frowned and asked—What the hell happened there?—she would tell him straight up. Fell off my bicycle when I was a kid. Moving on. But he didn’t seem to notice, even when he knelt over her again and his head gradually went lower.
While the tip of his tongue slid along her panty line, one big hand skimmed up her side until his thumb came to rest under her breast. When his mouth slid even lower and he nuzzled her through the patch of white silk, that thumb brushed higher, grazing and flicking and teasing her nipple.
Teagan gripped the sheet, closed her eyes and arched up again.
Sparks were flying, the majority of them having a party under his lips. Then—dear God!—he used his teeth. Every pulse point in her body instantly contracted and hummed.
His next words were matter-of-fact.
“This has to go.”
Her underwear?
She was ready to rip her panties off herself when he lifted her behind with one hand and eased down the silk with the other. He kissed that part of her before the tip of his tongue delved deeper, tickling and twirling until she was wound up so tight, she could barely think. When he raised her hips higher and slid a finger inside, she gripped his hair as a warning.
Don’t stop.
She imagined she felt him smile against her before he eased away, taking that final scrap of clothing with him—down her thighs, past her calves, off her feet. After finding his wallet, he set a foil packet on the bedside table then ditched his shoes and pants while she pressed back into the sheet and took in the show.
He braced his long, rock-solid legs so they were slightly apart. His hips were lean and mean, but it was where the lines converged that drew her gaze like a magnet. As he came forward again, setting one knee on the mattress, one hand on the sheet, she pushed up and met him halfway. Their mouths came together as his free hand curved around her back and she held on for all she was worth.
When his mouth finally left hers, he hummed out a breath then looked into her eyes, smiling.
“You said something earlier.”
She grazed her toes up the back of his calf. “You mean about not needing to ask?”
“About needing to be alone for an hour or two.” He tasted her lips again and stayed close. “Not long enough.”
She traced a fingertip around the shell of his ear. “Are you watching the clock?”
He grinned. “I’m watching you.” He dropped another lingering kiss at the side of her mouth. “Stay till morning?”
Was he kidding?
Of course she would stay.
He rolled