Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(79)

Christ, shut up. Please.

I was two seconds from getting down on my knees and not to get a taste of the thing I craved most but to beg her to stop talking.

Every word she said I fell deeper into the abyss.

I’d never be able to get out.

She palmed my cock and whispered against my ear.

“Dream with me,” she said softly.

I lifted my hand to her cheek, turned her slightly and took her lips, silencing that mouth before it ruined me. My fingers threaded her hair as my lips worked hers, slowly, achingly, before the brutal assault of my tongue and teeth. She met my demands, played right into my hands or maybe I played into hers, this was her fantasy after all, either way she parted her lips and invite me inside.

Her tongue greeted me, welcoming me home, just like she did every fucking night I walked in the door.

Home.

Dreams.

Everything I never wanted.

Everything I had wrapped around me.

She pushed me back, lifting her skirt, letting the stretchy material pool around her belly, and lifted her hips as she shimmied her panties down her legs. I watched as she bent her leg and pulled her panties from her ankle, twirling them around her finger with a smile on her face.

“Dream with me,” she repeated, only this time there was no soft whisper of the words and instead a bold demand. She spread my cut open, reaching inside and tucking her lace panties into the inside pocket. “I promise they’ll be good dreams…every single one,” she whispered, before pulling me back to her and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I knew every dream we shared would be beautiful in their own right. Every single one, starting from the one we were in the middle of sharing right now, to the one growing inside of her. I gave into her like I always did because I have no fucking idea how to say no.

And I didn’t want to.

As God as my witness, I never want to say no.

I’m going to Hell.

I grabbed her face and crushed my mouth against hers as she worked my boxer briefs down to release my cock. I blocked out her words, her goddamn quest for a dream and turned a heavy moment, a moment I’d go to my grave thinking of, and turned it into just sex.

Just sex.

Something I knew.

Something I wasn’t scared of.

Something I wasn’t afraid of losing.

I reached down, dragging my fingers along her wetness. Kitten was always drenched for me, always taking my cock like she was made for me and only me. I parted her lips, wrapping my hand around my shaft and brought my thick head, glistening with her dreams and her promises, to her pussy.

I cupped the back of her neck with one hand as my other hand fell to her hip and I pushed inside of her. Keeping my eyes on hers as I succumbed to the abyss, inch by inch, each beat of my heart, each beat of hers.

“Riggs…” she moaned, as I filled her.

I was balls deep in Kitten, surrounded by everything I wouldn’t allow myself to dream of and my hand moved subconsciously, like a dream, to her stomach.

She ran her index finger down my cheek, lifting my chin so my eyes found hers.

“Tiger,” she whispered.

“Kitten,” I growled, snapping out of it. I leaned into her, splaying my palms on the hood of the car as I rotated my hips, making her feel me and how deep I was inside of her. She grabbed onto my shoulders, lifting her ass off the car and pressing herself into me.

“Doesn’t get any deeper than this baby,” I hissed, bending my head to graze her neck.

“No, you’re right it doesn’t,” she whispered. I lifted my head and my eyes bore into hers and I began moving, in and out, slow and fast until the fire inside me built to an uncontrollable need. It was then I gave into the temptation and recklessly fulfilled the dream.

Her pussy tightened around my cock, her body went from writhing wildly to being completely still as she came. Her back fell against the hood of the car and she arched one final time before I started coming deep inside of her, giving her everything, everything I didn’t even know I had in me to give someone.

I dropped my body over hers, taking her arms and pinning them over her head before pressing my mouth to hers.

“You’re ruining me, Kitten,” I said against her mouth.

“How so?” She panted.

“Just trust me, you have fucking sunk your claws so deep inside me I’ll never recover,” I declared, slowly lifting myself off of her and pulling out.

She sat up, her eyes watching intently as I tucked myself back into my jeans and carefully zipped them back up. She hopped off the hood, tugging her skirt down her thighs before pressing her hand over my chest.

“Keep the panties,” she smirked. “My gift to you. A reminder that dreams come true.” She patted my cut where her panties were safely tucked away and turned toward the door. I grabbed my gun from the hood of the car, pushing it into the waistband of my jeans and watched as she walked away. Her hips had widened a bit, her ass slightly rounder, all the makings of a pretty fucking spectacular view.

I felt the grin spread across my face until she froze.

“Oh, my God,” she said.

“What? What’s the matter?” I asked, as I strode to her side. Her hands falling to her stomach, as she looked at her belly. “Lauren, what’s the matter?” I asked, something in the pit of my stomach dropped as I stared at her.

Her eyes widened and then a smile spread across that perfect mouth of hers.