Uncontrollable Temptations (Tempted #3)(28)
“Oh, I’m coming,” she said, walking toward the bike. She grabbed the helmet, fitted it to her head and placed her hand on my shoulders as she hopped on the back.
“That’s what I like to hear,” I grinned, flicking on the headlights. She pressed her body into mine, wrapped her arms around me and for a fraction of a moment I knew happiness.
Chapter Twelve
Reina fumbled with her key, fitting it to the lock but pausing before she turned it. I raised a brow as she leaned her forehead against the door before she spun around and set her eyes on mine.
“Do you want to come in for a minute?” She asked, biting the inside of her cheek.
I didn’t like her living in a seedy apartment complex with drug dealers and low-life’s as neighbors. When I pulled up to her building I followed her up the stairs and told her I’d see her to her door. She didn’t argue, knowing that by now it was just a waste of time. Yeah, I could rest easy knowing the deadbolt on the door had her safely locked away. But I walked her upstairs anyway because I wasn’t willing to let her go just yet.
“Is this the part where you offer me coffee?” I asked her, cocking my head to the side, as my eyes left hers and traveled the length of her body. “Or you going to be straight with me and ask me in because you want more of what you had last night?” I lifted my eyes back to hers and stepped closer, close enough to feel her breath hitch.
“How do you do that?” She whispered.
“What’s that?” I questioned, running my fingers along the collar of her leather jacket.
“Make me feel things I’ve never felt before,” she confessed.
“You scared of feeling, Sunshine?” I whispered, trailing my finger down the zipper of her jacket.
“I’m scared of a lot of things,” she admitted. “Yeah, I’m scared of feeling. Most of the time I’m scared of living and then you come along and I forget my fears.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that and I don’t know what to make of it. I don’t know what to make of you,” she whispered.
In my life I had power over people, lived for it but I don’t think I got high off it, until that moment. Having power over Reina’s feelings, over her in general, made me thirsty for more, eager to see what else I could pull out of her.
“Ask me again if I want to come inside,” I replied, lifting my hands to her face, my thumbs caressing her lower lip.
“Do you want to come in?” She croaked.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed against her mouth, swallowing her gasp as my lips pried hers apart and my tongue slipped inside her mouth. She fell back against her door, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.
I reached around her, keeping my mouth attached to hers, and felt around for the key. I turned the key and opened the door, nudging her inside the apartment. I turned her around and pressed her up against her door, taking her hands in mine, pinning them over her head as my teeth scraped along her bottom lip.
“Like it a whole lot knowing I’m the one making you feel. I’m going to make you feel all sorts of things tonight, Sunshine. Tonight, I’m going to take my time,” I vowed, tearing my mouth away from hers, my lips traveling down her throat. “Gonna make it so you feel me even when I’m long gone,” I murmured, leaning back to look at her flushed face.
Her eyes wide and alive, her body willing, she stared at me, licking her lips.
“You promise?”
“I swear it,” I growled, drawing down the zipper of her leather jacket. I reached her waist and hooked my thumbs beneath the elastic of her leather leggings and drew them down her hips. I dropped to my knees, working the fabric down her legs, until they pooled at her ankles. She kicked one boot off, I helped her with the second and once they were both off I pulled her socks and her pants off of her.
I wrapped a hand over each of her ankles and spread them so her feet were shoulder width apart. She had an intricate tattoo, rosary beads that wrapped around her ankle, marking her delicate flesh. I rubbed my thumb over the cross that was tattooed upon the top of her bare foot and wondered if there were any other tattoos to discover. My fingers traveled up her calves, her skin prickling under my touch. I squeezed her thighs and lifted my head to meet her hooded gaze.
My eyes locked with hers as my fingers skimmed the scrap of lace sheathing the part of her I needed most. The softest moan escaped her lips and her eyelids drooped.
“Eyes open, Sunshine,” I commanded, as I moved my hands to the elastic stretched across her hips. She dropped her hands to mine, shoving them away from her panties and hooked her own thumbs around the elastic.
I leaned back on my haunches, appreciating the view as she shimmied them down her legs, all the while keeping her eyes locked with mine. She stepped out of them, returned to the stance I had her in, her fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt. She kept one hand on the hem and the other felt around the wall for the light switch, the room engulfed in darkness.
“Please don’t ask me why,” she whispered.
The question of why she hid herself from me became lost on my tongue at the vulnerability portrayed in her voice.
“Fine,” I relented, running my hand along the outside of her thigh. “But you should know it doesn’t matter if the lights are on or not. You don’t have to hide from me because I’ll see right through you,” I vowed. “Never wanted to peel away the layers of a woman, but with you I can’t seem to help myself. I want you raw and exposed,” I admitted, trailing my index finger over the seam of her pussy.