Page 1 of Temptation
Chapter One
Darkness.
“You just woke up, didn’t you? I can tell. Your body went all tense and extra hard.”
A woman. Her voice—soft and husky in the darkness. She was…on top of him? He could feel her curves pressed against him. Could smell her scent. Strawberries.
“I’m going to need you not to panic. Panicking will not help us in this situation.”
Who the fuck was she? Where the fuck was he?
She was on top of him, he was below her, his body spread on something hard. Felt like a damn board.
“You don’t know me, but my name is Sloane.”
Sloane.
“And it’s going to be all right,” she assured him.
He liked her voice. He didn’t like the cobwebs in his mind.
“Try to keep your breathing nice and slow,” she encouraged him. “Because we are going to make it out of here. I, um, don’t know how much air we have and how long it will last so I’m just trying to?—”
“What. The. Fuck?” How much air they had?
Her breath blew lightly across his cheek.
His hands lifted to curl around her waist. He was gonna move her off him. But, when his hands moved, his knuckles slammed into something hard. As hard as the board beneath him.
Wait a damn minute…
A board below him.
Boards on the both sides of him.
Darkness all around.
“I can’t get off you,” she said, sounding apologetic. “There’s just nowhere for me to go.”
Rage twisted inside of him. “What is happening?”
A soft sigh. “I’m afraid…that we’ve been buried alive. Together.”
He opened his mouth.
And she kissed him. Her lips were cool. Soft. Plump. Her breath tasted of peppermint and when her tongue dipped into his mouth, when she teased him with the sensual skim of her lips, a sudden, surging bolt of desire burned through him.
“Kiss me back,” she urged against his lips.
He…did.
Instinct. Need. Desperation. They all thundered through his veins. His hands grabbed to her, locking around her hips, as his mouth opened wider. Her taste—the feel of her against him… Lust blazed. Erupted. Consumed. They were in the dark. They were in hell, he knew it. Knew it because he’d been there before. He’d been to hell and back, but he’d been there alone before.
He wasn’t alone this time. She was with him. An angel in the darkness. Kissing him. Her body so soft against him as she sprawled over him. Over his body…
In hell.
“No.” Her mouth lifted. “I know you can do better than that.” A husky admonishment. “You think a woman doesn’t know when a man isn’t focused one hundred percent on her? I want you to kiss me. Kiss me as if nothing else matters.” Her head lowered. “Kiss me.” A plea. Frayed at the edges.
