Recipe for Temptation - Gina Gordon Page 0,26
thirty-two years on this planet he’d never felt so good about himself. Never had he thought having sex with Penn would be the elixir to his life-long bad mood.
However, last night and again this morning, she’d pushed him much too close to the boundaries he’d welded into place a long time ago. Penn had a dirty mouth… And he liked it. Which was a hell of a surprise. With her, it was somehow intimate. Trusting.
She’d dipped into frightening territory, bringing back a flood of memories from his childhood he’d kept hidden, suppressed. But she was opening his eyes to a new world, to a new way of looking at his past, which somehow made it less damaging.
“We should get to breakfast,” she said as she brushed past him, but he grabbed her arm and twirled her around.
He might not be able to give her what she wanted in bed, but he could definitely give her his athleticism.
“I want to be there for everything on that itinerary.” He pressed his body against hers. His cock, still hanging out of his shorts, pressed against her stomach. “It’s a good way to scope out the competition so we can win that trophy.”
That was a good save. A great save. She’d be surprised to find out he wanted to spend time with her and her family. But no one was more surprised than him.
It made him feel like shit. Vivian had given him the very best family imaginable, and he was grateful each and every day for her generosity and love. Spending time with the Fosters felt like cheating. But this… This was a chance to pretend he was the star of his own after-school special. To erase his own childhood.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I honestly didn’t think you’d care.”
She was giving him the challenge face. That sexy I-dare-you look that never failed to get his cock erect. At home, he didn’t have the luxury of doing anything about that face—of testing just how far she’d be willing to take it. But here, he had every opportunity to challenge her right back. They just needed to make sure there was no one around to witness their exploits. The last thing he needed was a tabloid scandal.
“I do care.” He swiped his finger down her chest and pulled aside the robe, exposing her cleavage. He couldn’t deny it. He missed it—her cleavage. Her wholesome family attire left too much to his imagination.
“I miss these. You’re not dressing nearly naked enough for my liking.” He pulled the fabric even farther, exposing one entire breast. She gasped, stumbling back until her legs pressed against the couch.
She cocked her head and rolled her eyes. “My family doesn’t want to see my cleavage.”
“But I do.” He leaned in and sniffed her neck. God, he loved her scent. Clean, flowery, but not overpowering.
She shook her head. Her tongue peeked out and wiped across the swollen, most beautiful lips he’d ever seen. “They don’t know about my tattoo.”
“So you’re hiding it.” His mind flashed back to the night before, and to the night of Sterling’s bachelorette party when he’d seen the boudoir photos of a semi-nude Penn.
She shook her head again, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Why do you let them put you in a box? Here, you’re almost nothing like you are at home.” It made no sense at all. She was perfect. Successful. Beautiful, inside and out. How could she not want her family to see every part of that?
Finally, she met his gaze, determination washing over her face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.” He smiled. Satisfaction at being right coursed through him. But he wasn’t going to push.
“Look, you don’t know anything about my family— And they are my family.” She emphasized the word to get her point across. “So, let’s just stick to the plan.” She poked him in the chest. “Winning that—”
He cut her off with a kiss. Heat smoldered between them, residual heat from the sex they’d just had, along with new heat. A more potent fire flared—if that was even possible—as their lips tangled with a flurry of moans and whispered curses.
It wasn’t hard to see that she liked him calling the shots. Her eyes flared with desire every time he demanded something of her. She had used sex to wiggle her way into his psyche. It had changed him, even if only minutely. So why couldn’t he do the same for her?
He rested both