Page 8 of Pure Temptation

DAXONSTEPPEDASIDE, leaving just enough room for her to pass through. Kendall’s eyes narrowed, like she saw exactly what he was doing. She stopped in front of him, her body brushing up against his.

“I can play this game, too, you know,” she whispered.

Then her hand was on his chest, and she looked up at him with wide brown eyes. He tried to read her expression, but he was sidetracked by her lips, so plush and inviting. His body was on high alert, memories mingling with the immediate sensation of her fingers on him. Her mouth was so close, and he was aching to kiss her.Just a little more patience. Last time this ended with him watching her walk away. This time felt...right. But he wanted her to lead.

So he waited as long as he could, which wasn’t long. It was too tempting not to brush his fingers over her skin. Spending the last hour resisting her wasn’t doing him any favors now. Daxon slipped his hand around her waist, bringing their bodies together, and walked them into the cabin, one slow step at a time. He kicked the door closed and rested his hand on it, leaning over her, breathing in the scent of her hair.

“Will you let your hair down?”

She blinked, a little surprised, it seemed, then nodded and slipped the fastener out. Shiny, sun-streaked chestnut-brown waves cascaded over her shoulders. Daxon groaned as his cock gave an urgent throb. She rested her hands around his neck, coaxing him closer.

He found the shell of her earlobe with his lips. “I got it wrong back in Costa Rica. Tell me how to get it right this time.”

Kendall arched against him, their bodies flush. “You didn’t get it wrong. I just wasn’t ready.”

“Are you ready now?” Thinking was getting more and more difficult.

“Mmm.”

Oh, that sound out of her mouth...Focus. “Is that a yes?”

She tilted her head up and smiled at him. “That’s ahell yes.”

Then finally,finallyhe was pressing his mouth against hers, and she sighed, like she had been waiting for this just as much as he had. She kissed him, her lips brushing against his in achingly slow caresses. Months of pent-up desire flooded through him as he met each stroke, each invitation. He threaded his fingers through all that soft, beautiful hair, grabbing on, pulling her closer. He took a gulp of air and then dived in for more. He had forgotten just how good she tasted, like endless sunshine and warmth. Each hungry stroke of her tongue fueled another jolt of pleasure to his system.

His muscles tensed as her hands traveled down, farther, until she found the hem of his T-shirt and slipped her hands underneath. Goddamn, this was better than he had remembered. Everything else faded, and what was left was Kendall. He pressed up against her, her body trapped between his and the door, his cock hard and straining inside his boxers. Her teeth raked over his bottom lip, and she hooked her leg around him, starting a slow, sensual grind that made his eyes roll back. He could come like this, fully clothed and panting in this little hallway, just from finally kissing Kendall, feeling her body against his again.

Aaaaand...no. That wasn’t where this was going.

Daxon slowed the kiss, reining himself in, loosening his grip on her hair. She pulled her hands from under his shirt and settled them on his hips. He rested his forehead against hers.

“Fuck, sweets. This is really hot, and you haven’t even taken off your clothes.”

“Yet,” she added, smiling. “You haven’t, either.”

“You haven’t seen enough of me today?”

One of her hands moved lower, down between his legs, and she stroked his rock-hard cock. Pleasure rippled through him.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she whispered. “I’d like a closer view.”

The image from Costa Rica of Kendall kneeling between his legs came back, his own fantasies layered on, and he groaned. He had to stop thinking about that for now. If this was his only chance to touch her, to enjoy her, to taste her, he wanted to get it right.

“We’ll see about that,” he said with a wink. “Right now, I want to get you on that table.”

Now Kendall remembered exactly why she had walked out of Daxon’s room in Costa Rica. She had played back that kiss so many times in her mind, but somehow she had forgotten important details. The way his breath hitched when she touched his bare skin. The hunger in each brush of his lips. The way she lost herself as the tidal wave of want took over, building, threatening to crash through her body. She wanted more of this man, his hard muscles, the weight of him against her, his thick cock that was pressing against her, his mouth everywhere. She wantedmore.

It had been almost impossible to walk away last time, but when she came up for air, she’d known she had to. Because drowning in a kiss with Daxon Miles had suddenly felt like a different kind of risk, one that had nothing to do with her job. One she knew was dangerous.

And yet here she was again, aching for more. During their sessions, her hands had traveled up and down his legs many times. She wanted to explore further. She wanted to learn his body, how it worked, how his muscles flexed when she touched him, what he sounded like when he came. This was a man with a preternatural ability to focus. What would it be like to feel him let go of all that control and lose himself in pleasure?

She just had to make sure this stayed uncomplicated. People had uncomplicated sex all the time, so why shouldn’t this new, more adventurous version of her do it, too?

Kendall laced her fingers with his. “Let’s try the bedroom instead. I think it’ll be a little more comfortable.”

“Maybe we can try the table later,” he said. “But I’m happy to start anywhere, sweets, as long as I get to put my mouth on you.”

Damn, he sounded so sincere, like he was aching to go down on her. No wonder women tripped over one another for this man.