I played the whole scenario over and over in my mind. Why the hell was I even considering this? I’d studied for so long to get where I was, and I was considering doing something so reckless that I could risk everything. But I was considering it. No matter how much I fought it, my feelings for this mysterious, dangerous man were growing exponentially with my desire for him. And my inherent curiosity as to why this had all occurred needled me from deep inside my psyche.

It was completely ridiculous. I knew this and reiterated the point over and over inwardly.

I figured maybe I just needed to sleep with him once to get him out of my system. Taste the forbidden fruit, so to speak. Once would surely be possible without being caught. But then I reminded myself of what happened to Eve in the Garden of Eden after taking only one bite.

She was doomed for eternity.

And I wondered if that would be me.

So be it.

I turned to face him once again. “Maybe we just need this once? Clear our heads. Find out why we’re so intrigued by each other.” I looked to him for a response. He slipped his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me to him. His lips crushed mine and his erratic breathing told me that he was desperate for me too. Me. Why? Our tongues battled for dominance, but of course he won. Forcing me into submission as I imagined he would in every other way.

I began to throb at the apex of my thighs and I pulled away from his mouth. “Come with me.” I told him in a lust-filled whisper as I stood and began walking toward the gates of the park and then down Drumsmittal Road toward my home.

Fuck, she’s really going to go through with this. My brain was in some kind of meltdown, and it was hard to walk with the raging hard-on in my boxers. I hoped she didn’t live too far away from the goddamn park, as I didn’t think I’d make it.

Although she thought this would be a one-time thing—some way to figure out how she really felt—I knew different. I knew that once I had a taste of her sweetness, there would be no going back. I’d be addicted. If she told me that was the end of it after the first time, I wasn’t sure how I would handle it. But right then I ignored the sinking feeling in my gut and focused on getting to her place.

We walked up a road of houses that were painted white, and I followed her through a metal gate and up to the red door of a house that had two pointed-apex windows in the roof. She glanced up and down the road and then fumbled with the keys and dropped them. I picked them up from the floor and unlocked the house for her as she watched my fingers working. I wondered at that point if she was as turned on about this as I was. If she was desperate to feel my fingers on her, in her, as I was eager to feel hers on me.

Once in the small hallway, I closed and locked the door behind us. “Do you share this place with anyone?”

She shook her head no and chewed on her lip. Taking that as a cue, I shoved her against the wall and crushed my lips into hers as my hands fisted in her hair. She whimpered and clutched at me, pushing the winter jacket from my shoulders. I obliged and released her so that I could shrug the damn thing off. I needed there to be no barriers between us. She discarded her coat too, and the bundles of scrunched winter cloth lay at our feet.

I pulled the sweater from my body and dropped it to the floor with the coats as her gaze trailed up my chest and her fingernails dragged down my ink. I hissed in through my teeth as shivers travelled the length of my spine. No words were spoken but the heaviness of desire hung thickly in the air between us, palpable as an entity in its own right.

I turned my head and glanced up the stairs that ascended from the other end of the entrance hall. When I returned my focus to her, she simply nodded her head. I gripped her hand and she followed me as I walked up to the next level of the house, taking the stair two at a time. She lifted a finger and pointed to the door to the right at the top of the stairs, and I pushed it open.

Her bedroom smelled so damned familiar because it smelled of her and I took a lungful of the sexy fragrance as I stepped inside. She gazed up at me with an unreadable expression and I slipped my hand into her silky, soft hair. “Are you sure about this?”

Nodding silently again she lifted her hands and began to unbutton her silk blouse. Her hands were shaking and it was taking too long. Pulling her hands out of the way, I yanked at the fabric and buttons went flying across the room. I threw the blouse, not caring where it landed, pulled her into my chest, and took her mouth in a hot, wet, needy kiss that told her exactly what I wanted from her. My tongue slipped in and out of her mouth as she reached up and tugged at my hair.

If I wasn’t already turned on…

I pulled away and dragged the black lace bra cups down, which forced her plump, pert breasts up toward me. God, they were beautiful. I squeezed one firm mound of flesh and devoured a pink, peaked nipple, swirling my tongue over the end as she made that little whimpering sound again and her nails dug into my scalp.

“Fuck, you have the most amazing tits.” As soon as the words fell from my mouth, I realised how crass I sounded. But she didn’t seem to care as her mouth fell open and she panted, head back, eyes closed. Reaching around, I popped the button on her skirt and pushed it down past the curve of her round ass until it slipped to the floor, leaving her standing before me in matching black lace underwear. “I have to taste you. I have to,” I told her before I dropped to my knees and hooked my thumbs into her panties, pulling them down and allowing her step out of the flimsy fabric. She staggered back and leaned on the wall.

Pushing her thighs apart so she widened her stance a little, I sunk my face into the soft line of hairs covering her sex and inhaled the feminine scent of her arousal. With my hands firmly gripping her hips, I slipped my tongue into her dampness and dragged it forward. Her nectar tasted sweet and so I did it again, this time circling my tongue around the little nub, making her cry out.

Yep… I was addicted already.

I continued to do this, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh as she dug her nails into my shoulders and I felt her shaking. I lifted one of her long, smooth, lean legs and dropped it over my shoulder as I slipped a finger inside of her. The noises emanating from her throat had me even harder and throbbing for her.

But I wanted more of this. My cock would have to wait.

Pulling away, I gazed up at her as I worked her into a frenzy with my fingers. Her eyes had glazed over and kept on drifting closed.

“Come for me, Kelly, I want to taste you as you come for me.” I returned my tongue to her clit as she exploded around me. I gazed up and watched as she revelled in the pleasure I’d given her. Her cries were the most erotic sound and the sight of her tugging at her nipples almost made me shoot my load there and then. She looked and sounded so much better than I ever imagined she would when she really let go.

Her legs began to buckle and I gripped her tighter with one hand. “It’s okay, baby, I got you, just let go.” She released her nipples and dragged her hands against the wall as if feeling for support but finding none. As I leaned in again and continued to suck at her clit, another orgasm hit and she crumpled into me.

I set her leg down and stood. Her sated and relaxed body sunk into my waiting arms and I scooped her up to carry her to the bed.