Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly

“Fuck.” He looked as if he’d lost a battle with himself.
He prowled toward me, cupped the back of my head, and backed me into the
window. “You want my mouth?”
The desire in his eyes, in his voice, scorched me with its intensity.
My mouth became dry. “Yes.”
He bent down and kissed me. His mouth, his tongue, they demanded my
surrender like the rest of him. He wanted control and I gave in, let the kiss
consume me until he dragged his mouth away, panting. “Like this?”
I was dazed and couldn’t follow his words. His mouth pulled into a dominant
smile. “Do you want my mouth like this? Or somewhere else?”
“Somewhere else,” I got out, even if the words were hardly more than an
exhale.
“On your pussy?” he rasped before he prevented me from replying by kissing
me again. Maybe the fight had lowered his protective walls—I didn’t care
because Cassio saying that word was incredibly sexy. He lifted me into his arms
and carried me over to the bed, where he laid me down carefully then followed
suit, his strong body pressing me into the mattress.
He kept kissing me with silent urgency as his hands shoved down my
panties. My nightgown was next. He stopped the kiss to drag the garment over
my head. I lay back, allowing him to admire me, and he did. His hungry gaze
slid over my body. He was already hard in his pajama bottoms, and his muscled
stomach heaved with every breath. I felt the unreasonable urge to follow the trail
of hair disappearing in his waistband with my tongue. I’d admired attractive
boys from afar and appreciated them in an abstract, curious way. None of them
had left enough of an impact to feature in my fantasies when I touched myself.
My body’s reaction to Cassio was on another level. Despite his age, or maybe