MrTemptation by Annabelle Weston Page A

flesh. She lingered for a few seconds with her mouth inches
from his. Waiting. Wanting him to kiss her back.
    He didn’t return the kiss.
    When she finally pulled away, he didn’t stop her. Her body
clenched in unfulfilled regret. Remorse for her actions gripped her. Had she
assumed too much? How awkward was this? She looked away. The touch of his hand
on her cheek stayed her movement.
    She saw what she’d been hoping for. Preston’s green eyes
smoldered, the color taking on the darker hue of longing. He desired her. She
hadn’t been rejected. An eternity passed as she watched his face slowly come
closer. Her breath quickened along with her heart as she waited agonizingly for
his lips to caress hers.
    Before she could draw another breath, his lips, as soft as a
feather, brushed over hers. It was a fleeting kiss, nothing more, but it sent a
first-class shiver up her spine. Her lips tingled where his had touched her.
The rest of her body, including the slick folds of her sex, quivered with sweet
anticipation.
    He pressed his lips to hers again, still soft, undemanding.
His tongue stroked gently over the crease of her mouth, tasting her. She parted
her lips and his tongue danced inside to lightly touch hers. It was a tease.
His tongue pulled back and she pushed her tongue forward, wanting to taste
more. She wanted to suck his tongue back into her mouth. He lifted his mouth
from hers, leaving her craving more of his touch.
    She blinked, trying to clear her head. When she looked up into
his eyes, she saw desire running so deep she actually shuddered. She wanted to
drag him back to her bed and have him show her all the pleasures those lips
promised.
    “Wow,” she said. “You should patent your kisses.”
    “You’re not so bad yourself.”
    She ran her hand through her hair. “I don’t usually jump
guys who are taking me out for sushi.”
    “That’s good to know.”
    “You’re an exception to the rule.” It was clumsily said.
    He must know every part of her was on fire, tingling in
anticipation. Her panties were damp with need, her nipples ached for him to
touch her. She’d always been so good at hiding her emotions but not tonight.
She was free from the constraints of being the mayor’s daughter. The son of a
bitch had cheated on her mother. She’d no obligation to him or his precious
reputation.
    Tonight she would take this ride and damn the consequences.
    Preston’s lips touched hers again. Feeling bold, she opened
her mouth, letting her tongue trace the outline of his lips ever so gently. He
growled low in his throat and deepened the kiss. His hands gripped both of hers
and raised them above her head as he pressed his body into her.
    Aware of the hardness of his cock against her hip, she
wiggled so it would throb right against her clit. A shockwave of pleasure
slammed through her. She arched into him farther to feel more of his heat. His
mouth covered hers, velvety and wet as they explored each other. His fingers
gripped hers and intertwined as he held her captive against the door.
    Cadence secured her leg around his hip to pull him in
closer. She sucked in a breath at the contact. His cock was hard, thick and
pressed with just the right amount of pressure against her pussy. She
shuddered.
    “Whoa,” he said. “Are you sure?”
    “Do I look uncertain?” she shot back. “Don’t stop.”
    They moaned as he pressed his hard cock against her wet
pussy, only their clothes barring them from the pleasure they both so
desperately sought.
    She would have been happy to shed the barrier right then and
there but he stopped abruptly. Still gripping her hands above her head, he
rested his cheek against hers.
    As her breathing slowed, Cadence voiced what she was
thinking. “Can’t dinner wait?”
    “Don’t you think we’re going too fast?” Preston breathed
into her ear, and the mixture of his erotic scent and the hotness of his breath
on her neck caused her to shiver.
    Hell, no.
    “No,” she breathed back.