Recipe for Temptation - Gina Gordon Page 0,18

with the way his cock throbbed, and the feel of her body vibrating beside him, there was no going back.

And fuck, he didn’t want to.

This is temporary. This stays on the island.

He brought a finger up to trace her lips. She opened her mouth and slipped his finger inside, sucking with long pulls. Her plump lips were sexy as hell.

Shit. If she could do that with a finger, just imagine—

She let it go with a loud pop.

He dipped down and latched on to one nipple while his hand traveled down and traced her pelvic bone.

“Tell me,” she moaned out the words. “Tell me what you want.” She arched into his mouth.

He stopped and looked at her, opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“Shy?” She sat up, pushing him off her body, and ran her hands up his chest. “You know there’s nothing you can say that will scare me away. Whether it’s out there in the daylight, or in here, in bed, when you’re ramming your cock deep inside me.”

He wouldn’t bet on it. She did not want to know what was going on in his head. Sexual or otherwise. Inside his head was one big mess of emotions. And she wasn’t ready to deal with the mess he’d lay on her. Probably wasn’t even capable of it.

“Nothing you want to say?” she asked softly.

Fuck, yes. There were a lot of things he wanted to say. Had wanted to say for the last three years. But every single word would have led them to the same place—Penn bent over, her skirt gathered around her waist, shaking that perfect ass, teasing him to enter her from behind.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this. About what you’d do to me in bed.” She kissed his neck. “What I’d do to you.”

If she only knew.

He shook his head and pulled away. Christ. Couldn’t they just have sex? Hot, amazing, wordless sex?

She was always talking. Always wanted to talk. He just wanted to fuck.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “Yes. I want to have sex with you.”

She shivered in his arms. “Just plain sex. Nothing kinky…?” She bit his earlobe, then licked a line up his ear. “Nothing a little dirty?”

He tensed, memories of his childhood flashing through his brain. The faceless voices of the men who’d grunted and moaned their instructions. He’d heard it all through the thin walls of his bedroom. Eventually, he’d stooped to stealing—had taken a CD Walkman from a discount store—just to drown out the sounds of his mother and those men.

“I just… I’ve never liked talking like that.”

She scooted backward on the mattress and settled her back against the headboard. Her chest rose and fell with long, deep breaths. “Let me show you how much I like it,” she murmured.

With one finger crooked under the silky fabric of her panties, she pulled them aside and exposed her perfect, creamy mound. She was shaved everywhere but a small patch above her folds. Perfectly trimmed. Perfectly Penn.

She gestured with her chin, giving him the go-ahead to take this party further. He reached out with one finger and gently traced the line of her sex. Up and down, feather-light touches that had her hands fisting the sheets beside her.

Her head fell back against the pillow. “More,” she moaned.

He slipped a finger inside. Immediately she opened her thighs wider for him, giving him the room he needed to slip past her folds, to find her wet heat.

He sucked in a breath. She did like it. By the feel of the warm, wet flesh under his finger, she loved it.

Her body tightened as he swiped his thumb over her clit. He circled her sweet spot, loving the way she undulated and writhed beneath his touch.

Penn was a strong, independent woman who took what she wanted and never caved to others’ demands. She was perfectly capable of knowing what she wanted in a sexual partner, of knowing her boundaries. Maybe voicing his desires wasn’t the horrific thing he’d made it out to be.

An overwhelming need to taste her washed over him. He wanted to know the exact spot he needed to suck to drive her wild. He swooped down and licked her folds. She hissed when his tongue made contact, and pressed into his face, rubbing herself against his mouth.

He clamped on to her hips and held her in place. She wasn’t going to control this. He might not be able to say it, but he wanted her to scream in pleasure. And it wasn’t