Page 112 of The Temptation of Truth

“How about I show you?”

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AURORA

How about I show you?

Mabel’s words, though spoken like a low hum, echo loudly in my ears.

My rib cage rattles from the pounding of my heart. I’m trying so hard not to pant that each breath in and out quakes almost violently. Every part of my body aches to touch and be touched. And her smile, sexy and mischievous, has set my blood to boiling.

I don’t know what to do with these feelings. I don’t know how to make sense of this overpowering need. It’s jumbled all my thoughts until only one is clear.

I want her—I want her so badly—but I have no idea what I’m doing.

Standing felt safer for some reason. It was less scary, less intimidating. But now we’re on a bed. We’re on a bed, she’s in glorified underwear, and I know what her naked breasts feel like in my hands.

I clench my fingers into a fist at the mental image. Her piercings were cold and smooth against my palm. Her skin was soft and warm. At the thought, my eyes drop back to her chest,and my breath hitches. Her bikini top has come untied. She’s bare from the waist up.

I zero in on her small, brown areolas, then on the shiny pink metal jewelry pierced through each of her peaked nipples. She has a small smattering of brown freckles on her left breast, and I picture myself kissing it.

My mouth waters. My panties grow more damp. Then her hands come into view, and she rolls both nipples between her slender fingers.

Seeing the pink jewelry pinched between her short, black-polished fingernails makes my own breasts ache, and I find myself mirroring her. Cupping my own breasts through my shirt and bra, wishing the fabric was gone and that my hands were hers.

“What do you say, Roar?”

My eyes snap back to her face, and I’m floored by what I see. Mabel said that bodies talk. If that’s true, hers must be screaming for me. Her cheeks are a deep pink, her lips are puffy and glistening, and her eyes. Those amber gemstones are just a thin, sparkling ring around wide, depthless pupils.

She wants me. She wants me as badly as I want her. But still...

“I...I want to, but...”

“But?”

I try to force back the insecurity that is clawing its way into the forefront of my mind, but there is no quieting it. I’m so out of my element. I am so inexperienced. But I have never wanted anything more in my life. I drop my attention to the bedspread and shrug.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Mabel cups my cheek and tilts my face until I’m once again looking into her eyes. “I’ll do everything.”

I blink, my brows furrowing slightly as I shake my head. “But I want to make you feel good.”

She smirks, and the muscles in my lower belly clench with desire. She kisses me, sucking my lower lip into her mouth and biting lightly before pulling away too soon.

“Making you feel good will make me feel good. I’m a giver, Aurora. So, lie back, and enjoy what I have to give.”

I stare at her, scanning her face for any hint of a lie. I’m scared—terrified, really—but the temptation is greater. The curiosity. The need.

I’ve never had these feelings with anyone, and I want to explore them. I want to fall headfirst into them. I’ve also never been with someone who actually cared about my enjoyment. And then her words from a few days ago float back into my consciousness.

I won’t stop until I’m certain I’ve wrung every last ounce of pleasure from your body.

My desire battles with my insecurities, and I clear my throat. “What if I’m bad at it?”

Her expression softens, and she shakes her head. “That’s impossible. Do you trust me?”

“Completely.”