Free Sweetest Temptations by J.C. Valentine Page B

prowled toward me, looking every bit the predator. As he crawled onto the bed and made his way up my body, I leaned back, until my head rested on the pillows and he hovered over me. The darkness in his eyes as they bore into mine was erotic, and I waited for him to make the first move.
    “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, his voice a soft murmur.
    “I’m thinking you’re moving too slow.” Grabbing his hips, I pulled him against me. The feel of his hard cock pressing hard against my clit made me breathless. It was big. So big, and I closed my eyes, imagining how it would feel inside of me.
    “So impatient,” he teased, as he flexed his hips, rubbing himself against my slick cleft. I gasped, pressing my head into the pillow as my back arched off the bed. “You didn’t think I was going to show, did you? You thought I stood you up.”
    My eyes flicked opened, locking with his. There was certainty in his eyes, making it impossible to deny the truth. “No, I didn’t think you were coming.”
    “You were mad.”
    “Disappointed.”
    “It was more than that,” he insisted. “I saw it the second I looked at you. Tell me what that was.”
    Rolling my eyes, I huffed. “Fine, I was upset. I was looking forward to seeing you, and you didn’t show up. Happy? Now, less talking, more fucking.” Wrapping my hands around his shoulders, I lifted my head to kiss him, but he pulled away.
    “Abby, what do you expect from our time together?”
    I have to admit, I was growing impatient. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment forever, and when I finally found a hot guy to do it with, all he wanted to do was talk. “Can’t we do this after we have sex? All this chit-chat is drying me out.”
    As if to call my bluff, Kennedy reached between us and circled his fingers around my sensitive nub, before pushing them inside of me. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I moaned shamelessly. “Doesn’t feel dried out to me.” Kennedy’s cocky smirk made me want to smack him and kiss him at the same time. “Now, tell me. Where do you want this to go?”
    His fingers maintained a slow, steady rhythm. I squirmed beneath him, needing more, but realized that he wasn’t giving anything until he got his answers. Frustrated, I growled, “I don’t know what I expect. Right now, I just want this. That’s the only answer I can give you, okay?”
    Time dragged while Kennedy studied me, and I stared back at him, hoping he’d see how desperate I was and put me out of my misery. If he left me hanging, I honestly thought I would lose my mind. Sex wasn’t the be all end all, but after the drought I’d been in, being naked with a man like Kennedy and so close to actually committing the act was something a person couldn’t be expected to come back from easily.
    While I silently pleaded for him to have mercy on me, Kennedy seemed to reach a decision. “Okay, sweet, we’ll do this your way.” Lowering his head, his lips parted over mine, surprising me with a kiss so deep and passionate, it made my toes curl. Then I felt him guide his cock into me, and my brain scrambled.
    There was no telling where one of us began and the other ended. We were so wrapped up in each other, that it felt as if we had become one person. The feel of Kennedy moving inside me, stretching me, was erotic. I’d never come from sex itself, but something about sex with him thrilled me, sending my emotions rocketing toward the sky. My nails dug into his back as I held on tight, afraid that if I let go, I would somehow lose myself to the world.
    “Harder,” I panted, burying my face in the side of his neck. Kennedy obeyed, slamming into me so hard he knocked the breath from my lungs. Reaching so deep, I felt a twinge of pain in my stomach. And still I wanted him to go harder. Grabbing, licking, and nipping his sweaty skin, I felt wild in his arms, and Kennedy must have sensed it.
    Pulling out, I was ready to complain over the loss, when he flipped me