Page 31 of Provocation (Temptation 3)

“Please, love.” He nuzzled my neck again, teeth nipping my skin. “For me.” He pulled back and met my eyes. When I didn’t immediately agree, he grabbed my hand. “Here. I’ll help you get started.” He arched a brow, waiting.

I could have said no. Taken the out he was giving me. But the way he looked at me with so much lust and need… I couldn’t turn him down.

Heart thrashing in my chest, I gave him a subtle nod, the atmosphere in the room becoming even more heated. His powerful gaze trained on me, he trailed my hand along my torso, smoothing it over my chest.

“Squeeze them,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

I did as he asked, massaging my breast, then pinching my nipple.

“Fuck, Julia.” He brought his body closer to mine, his erection throbbing against my thigh. “So damn hot.” He peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder. “You are just so damn hot.”

I moaned, the combination of his words and the feeling of my hand on me ratcheting up my desire higher than I thought possible, considering he wasn’t even touching me. But knowing he was watching me do this ignited an inferno inside me.

“Touch your pussy. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

I bit my bottom lip, slowly lowering my hand down my stomach before bringing it between my thighs, spreading my desire around.

“Push a finger inside.”

I followed his demand, inserting a finger at the same time as I rubbed my thumb against my clit.

“Oh god,” I whimpered.

I never thought I’d be the type of woman to do something like this. Hell, I didn’t think I’d be the type of woman to have phone sex with her hot, younger boyfriend. But I couldn’t stop even if he asked me to.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunted.

I didn’t have to open my eyes to know he was stroking his erection. I heard it in his voice. Felt him as he rubbed it against my hip.

“Fuck yourself with your finger.”

“Lachlan,” I moaned. “It’s so…”

“Hot. That’s what it is. You are so fucking hot.” He brought a hand to my chest, lowering his mouth to my nipple.

I didn’t think I could possibly experience any more pleasure than I had seconds ago at the knowledge of him watching me touch myself. I was wrong.

Lust and desire collided in a riotous combination as he took my nipple between his teeth, nibbling somewhat harshly.

I struggled to catch my breath, too many sensations filling me.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

I nodded quickly, that familiar sensation growing stronger and stronger with each stroke, each nip.

I thrust against my fingers, on the precipice of coming undone, when he suddenly grasped my wrist, pulling my hand away.

Flinging my eyes open, I gaped at Lachlan in disbelief as he pinned my wrists on either side of my head.

And I thought it was a cruel form of punishment to go four days without feeling him inside me. But this was worse. So close, then deprived of what I desperately needed.

Gaze unwavering, he crawled between my legs. A whimper fell from my throat when he pressed his arousal against my clit, teasing and torturing.

“Ask me to make you come.”

“Lachlan…,” I moaned, flexing my hands as he kept my wrists locked in place.

He lowered his lips. I craned my head, chasing his kiss, his touch, his anything. But at the last second, he shifted, wrapping his mouth around my finger, licking off my desire.