Mr. Temptation

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An Excerpt From: MR. TEMPTATION

Copyright © ANNABELLE WESTON, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Preston quickly came to her side. The length of his muscular body so close to hers sent a shiver up her spine—and yet at the same time, she could feel the heat emanating from his body. Every single naughty thought she’d had when first seeing him, the thoughts she’d been fighting for over an hour, crept back into her mind.

His breath was warm on her neck as he stood there. How quickly an act of courtesy turned her thoughts to sex. She wished she could turn, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. She needed the connection, she needed to be close to someone, especially now. He could take her away, if only for a few minutes. Her heart sped up, her breath caught in her throat.

She turned, no longer able to control her desire for him, and was caught in his intense gaze. He wanted her too. He stepped closer, so close she could smell him.

The sweet smell of his aftershave was intoxicating. She found herself breathing his scent in, wanting more.

She had been so busy at school, she hadn’t had time for a relationship. Now she found herself filled with a strong need, a longing that gnawed at her from the inside. He was so close…beyond what was appropriate. She fought the overwhelming desire to slide her arms around his waist and press her body into his. To feel the length of his corded muscles against her. To have his warmth seep into her flesh.

His eyes clouded with lust. His eyelids lowered as he boldly raked his smoldering gaze over her body, and her nipples hardened in reaction. She watched his eyes linger on the two taut buds that strained against her shirt.

Her nipples ached with the need for him to touch her. If possible, they hardened all the more, practically begging for him to brush his thumb, or better yet his tongue, over the sensitive peaks.

Cadence’s lips parted. Her nerves were firing like mad. Zings of pleasure formed between her thighs. She was growing slick with need.

Ever so slowly, he returned that gaze to her face. A devilish smile lifted the corner of his mouth and he raised an inviting eyebrow.

She wanted to press her breasts against his broad chest, wanted him to grab her, kiss her, place his soft, wet lips on her neck and then lower to suckle on the sensitive tips of her breasts. He could bend her over the table, slide his thick cock inside her, she wouldn’t argue, she’d relish it. Her pussy clenched at the thought, feeling empty all of a sudden.

Her breath quickened as she shyly smiled back.