Page 23 of Pure Temptation

“Fuck, Kendall. Your tits make me so hard,” he muttered. “And the cowboy boots are really doing it for me.”

Her nipples were sensitive, always had been, and when his thumbs brushed over them, a shiver ran through her body. He did it again, a little harder, rougher. She moved up and down on his lap, getting more of that delicious friction against his erection. God, yes.

Their height difference wasn’t nearly as pronounced when she sat on his lap, so they were almost eye to eye. She closed her eyes and opened her lips. His mouth was so hungry, so eager, soft and warm as he opened for her. He met each stroke of her tongue, but it felt like he was holding back, letting her lead. She threaded her hands behind his neck, tilting her head a little, exploring. She got the sense that he usually just took charge, but today, he didn’t. It was as if he was saying,learn more of me, look closer. His palms moved up her thighs, over her ass, feeling her. He was learning more of her, too.

“You’re a good kisser,” she said when she broke away. “Really good.”

Daxon chuckled. “I’m just really into kissing you.”

“Smooth talker, too.”

“You hoping I can back it up?”

“Of course.” Her cheeks flushed.

“Are you asking me to pull it out?”

“Okay, yes,” she said with a little laugh. “I’ve been a bit curious since you flashed me.” She held up her thumb and finger a centimeter apart. “Just a little bit.”

He chuckled. “Then feel free to explore. Just a little bit.”

“Purely as a professional, of course,” she said, her hands moving down his chest. “I mean, your body does some amazing things.”

Her heart was pounding hard. She was teasing him, but there was true admiration behind it, too. After years as a physical therapist, she knew intimately the kind of dedication it took to do the things he did.

Her fingers moved down the ridges of his abs, down his stomach. His breath was coming quicker as her fingers trailed lower, lower, to the waistband of his shorts.

A hiss escaped his lips. “That feels good.”

“Can I take off your shorts?” She smiled up at him. “Still just professional interest, of course.”

“Of course,” he echoed, but he made no effort to help.

Kendall drew the tie of his board shorts, and his cock popped out of the opening right away. She blinked a little in surprise but kept unlacing, her fingers brushing against his skin.

“You look skeptical.” Daxon’s voice was full of humor, but there was a rough undercurrent of need in this voice.

She wanted to tease him, but she couldn’t. Not while that intensity burned in his eyes.

“Just admiring,” she said. “I never get a chance to look like this.”

He gave a hum of satisfaction, so she ventured closer. She ran her hands up his legs, his rough, coarse hair under her fingers. He stilled as she moved higher, higher. He was so hard, all the ridges and colors in stark relief. She had spent the last couple days working on the perfectly formed muscles of his legs, wondering what it would feel like to explore the rest of him. And now she was. She started at the bottom, brushing her fingers against his balls. How sensitive were they? She cupped them, and he sucked in a gasp.

“Are you sure you’re doing okay up there?”

“I’m sure,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ll tell you if it gets too much.”

He said the last words through gritted teeth, and something told her he saw this as a challenge of endurance and will, like everything else he did. Which would make this even more fun. How far could she push Daxon Miles, professional adrenaline junkie, his endurance well-known? What were his limits?

She moved her other hand to his cock, testing its feel, its thickness, tracing the veins. His stomach muscles were tense and his thighs, tight, but he held still, all that intense energy coiled, waiting. Kendall took her time. She moved her hand higher, higher, along the smooth skin, up to the head. Drops of precum leaked out the tip, and she had the urge to lick...so she scooted off his lap and did it. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue around the head, tasting, feeling him with her mouth. He let out a loud groan. Kendall backed up a little, inspecting his entire length.

Daxon was big. The kind ofholy shitbig that legitimized some of the more far-fetched rumors about him. It would take a hell of a lot of blood to keep that thing hard, which meant his other head probably wasn’t getting much. She looked up at him, his mouth parted and his eyes heavy-lidded. His arms were spread along the back of the couch, his incredible wingspan on display, muscles flexed, knuckles white as he gripped the pillows.

Her hand closed around his cock, squeezing a little. Then she bent forward and put her mouth on the tip again. She sucked experimentally and then took more, testing him.

His body shuddered, and he muttered a curse. “Yes, sweets. Just like that,” he rasped, his big hand coming down to stroke her head. “This is so fucking amazing, Kendall.”

She sucked again, hollowing out her cheeks as she pulled out, and another shudder ran through his body. His hands moved through her hair, and at first she thought he was going to guide her, to show her what he liked, but he didn’t.