Page 121 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
I do.
My self-control has always sucked, and those pants outline his toned legs in demonic ways.
“Dinner,” I echo blankly.
He nods. “You’ll feel better with some food in you.”
I’m so not hungry. Not for food.
There’s only one thing I want in me right now and the cost will be atrocious.
When I step closer, it’s not a conscious decision.
My mug lands on the counter with a decisiveclink!
Holden watches me with his eyes gone black, nightfall in his face.
The guarded heat in that gaze renders me dumb. Or maybe it’s just the fact that a girl can only endure so much.
There’s only so much quiet teasing, only so much flaming proximity toa manthat a woman can endure, and it’s breaking me.
“Clee,” he rasps as I stop in front of him, barely two inches away.
“Dinner can wait. I have a better idea.” My voice is hushed.
I flatten my palm on his chest and bite my bottom lip, teeth digging into my flesh the same way I’d love to rake my nails over his skin.
His heart pounds under my hand like a jackhammer.
Same tempo as my hummingbird heart, but so much stronger.
“What?” he growls like he doesn’t already know.
His bestial hand wraps around me and stops on the small of my back, hovering above my waist, like he’s trying to decide if he should pull me closer or push me away.
“How to clear our heads,” I whisper.
I’m desperate, okay?
If I have to sit and watch him cook up a whole-ass meal while he’s dressed like sin, Iwillself-combust.
He doesn’t answer. His body warms me as it presses against mine.
“Damn you. We can’t keep doing this shit and you know it,” he rasps, but he doesn’t push me away.
I know, I know.
But I also know stopping isn’t in the cards, so where’s the harm of facing it head-on, getting it out of our system?
Eyes burning, he brings both hands to my hips. When his fingers squeeze my skin, I almost moan.
I lean in closer, my hips locked in those big, eager hands.
I feel less guilty now.
I’m definitely not theonlyone who’s starved for attention.
We’re alone in this room, in this house, in this torture, and all this sexual energy has to go somewhere. It’s like a law of physics.
