Free Be My Temptation (Temptation #2) by Ruth Cardello

slowly across her as he lowered her. His tongue flicked the inside of her thighs. Teased her shaven mound. He nipped at her stomach and kissed his way to her breasts. All the while, he kept his body moving back and forth to the music in a way that was driving Kate wild for him.
    When they finally kissed, Kate was out of her mind. She ran her hands through his hair and thrust her tongue in his mouth. He walked her over to the fireplace and set her on her feet in front of the rug. He lifted one of her legs so it was hitched on the coffee table, spreading her wide for him. He moved to stand behind her, kissing her neck and stroking her ass with his thick cock. The feel of the netting on her bare skin aroused Kate even more.
    One of his hands caressed her clit, bringing her from ready to whimpering for what only he could give her. His other hand roughly massaged her breasts, tightening on them each time he thrust a finger inside her.
    He kissed her shoulder, her back, every inch of her, while his hands worked their magic. Each time she reached for him he took control again and brought her to a mindless level of pleasure with his caresses.
    She came with a shudder and sagged forward as she floated back to earth. He released her for a moment, then returned, now sheathed in a condom instead of the thong, and bent her over before him. He thrust upward powerfully. Kate opened her legs wider for him, wanting him deeper. He pounded into her, and she felt herself floating toward a second orgasm.
    She cried out as she climaxed, and she thought he would join her, but instead he withdrew. He turned her around and lifted her, settling her onto him with an ease that was ecstasy all by itself. Still inside her, he walked to the edge of the couch and laid her back on it.
    His hands roved over her body as he entered her again and again. She gripped his forearms, not once concerned that she would fall, because she trusted him completely. He threw his head back and groaned as he finally came, and she felt an explosion of heat rush through her. Orgasm, or the sheer pleasure of having him come inside her, she couldn’t be sure. Every inch of her was on fire, burning just for him.
    He gently laid her down on the couch and cleaned himself off. When he returned, he was already half erect again, and Kate sat up and crooked a finger at him. He walked over to stand in front of her, and she took him eagerly in her mouth. She dug her fingers into his well-defined thighs and took him deeper and deeper. When he came she welcomed it, enjoying his pleasure as much as he had enjoyed hers.
    Spent, he sank onto the couch beside her and pulled her into his arms.
    Kate said, “You’re a really good dancer.”
    He kissed her lips gently. “You’re pretty good yourself.”
    “Are you going to tell me where you learned those moves?”
    “Which ones?” he asked with a smile.
    Kate slapped his chest playfully. “The dance ones.”
    He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “Linda made me take dance classes when we were in college. She wanted to learn and didn’t want to go alone. She told me it would come in handy one day. Too bad I can’t tell her how it finally did.” He eased his arm out from beneath her and stood, gloriously naked, like her own private, naughty gigolo. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
    A sudden panic filled her, erasing the warm glow of their lovemaking. He’s never going to tell me. Looks like I have a choice to make. I need to either confront him with what I know or walk away. Because being with him and not trusting him is killing me. I can’t think straight around him. I can’t think straight when we’re apart. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. “Do you mind not staying over tonight?”
    He frowned down at her. “What’s wrong?”
    Kate picked her shirt off the floor and put it on. She waved a hand around, referencing their clothing. “Nothing. Everything. Tonight was great, but—” She tapped her temple