Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) (24 page)

Searching his eyes for the smallest of seconds, I could see
— for the first time — his vulnerability. On the surface he may have displayed
such brazen cockiness, but on the inside, he was just as nervous as me.

Leaning forward, I kissed him softly, changing the pace from
frenzied to sensual. Then, sliding my hands down his back, I pulled his t-shirt
free from his jeans and yanked it over his head.

Derek’s smooth, muscled chest was a sight to behold and lock
away for those lonely nights with just me and my Lelo. It truly was a piece of
fapping-art.

Leaning down once again as he held me to the wall, I licked
his pec and gently sucked his tense nipple into my mouth.

‘Carly,’ he warned with ardour, pulling me away from the
wall with lightning speed.

We entered frenzied territory once more as I slid my tongue
back into his mouth and held his head tightly. I couldn’t get enough of all
that he wanted to give me — I couldn’t get enough of him.

He walked me along the hall until we made a turn into what I
assumed was his bedroom. I didn’t take much notice of my surroundings, for now
was not the time. Instead, I became acutely aware of his mattress beneath me as
he gently laid me down upon it.

Scooting backward as he crawled like a hungry animal above
me, my entire body buzzed with a sexual depravation that I knew he would soon
remedy.

‘Stop,’ he said firmly, halting my backward scooting.

I looked into his eyes, wondering what the hell we were
stopping for and if I’d done something wrong. ‘What —’

Slowly, he began to unbutton my shirt, each touch of his
fingers to my skin like a searing knife, invisibly branding me.

With every button he undid, he would smooth open the shirt
wider and wider until it fell completely open, exposing his La Perla gift.

‘Fuck!’ he ground out, taking in the black lace bustier with
red ribbon detailing. With not as much composure as he’d just managed, he began
unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, revealing the matching G-string,
garter and stocking.

‘Jesus fucking Christ!’ he whispered.

I giggled and looked down upon my body. ‘Yeah, I’m all
right,’ I said conceitedly.

‘You are more than all right. You’re gorgeous, Carly. But as
hot as this looks on you, it’s time for it to come off.’

‘Like fun it is!’ I said resolutely, kicking his hands away.
‘This would have cost an absolute fortune. I’m not taking it off now. You are
just going to have to fuck me while I’m in it.’

Derek’s eyes widened at my stubborn stance, so I lazily let
my legs fall apart, rewarding him with the view only an expensive crotchless
G-string could give him.

He leered devilishly, then pulled me toward him in a swift
movement that nearly stole my breath and, before I knew it, he had rolled us
over until I was straddling his chest. ‘Sit that pussy of yours on my face,
now!’ he demanded.

His insistent tone and greedy expression had me wet almost
instantly and, not wanting to wait a second longer to feel that talented tongue
of his slide over me, I crawled up and over his shoulders until my butt rested
on his chest.

‘Up,’ he said, as he lifted my arse with both his hands,
placing my pussy on his mouth.

‘Oh, god!’ I croaked, feeling his tongue caress me in a
long, slow and tortuous sweep. As it glided over my wet skin, every nerve ending
I possessed in that area woke and tingled exquisitely. The man and his ability
to use that mouth muscle was beyond impressive. And again, without wanting to
sound like a slutsky, I’ve had plenty of tongue-wielders to compare him to. My
Carly-cave has seen its fair share of muff-divers.

Grabbing the top of the headboard for balance, I began to
slowly move my hips against his face, heightening the sensation as I experienced
the softness of his lips and tongue, the hardness of his nose and chin, and the
roughness from his stubble. Every surface that my sensitive clit came into
contact with mixed gloriously with his artistry: the way in which he alternated
from lapping, to flicking, to sucking and then probing was a divine pleasure.

I murmured incoherently, the sounds leaving my mouth not
legitimate words.

Derek flexed his fingers which were gripping my hips and
rocked me a little harder and faster, intensifying the superb sensations I was
feeling that were escalating me toward orgasm.

‘Yes! Harder, faster,’ I moaned, encouraging his efforts.

He increased his tongue’s movement, flicking my clit with
newfound intensity and, coupled with the amorous growl resonating from him, I
climaxed and came on his face. ‘Oh god!’ I cried out.
Holy fucking face
fuck.

Finding just enough strength to lift my pussy from his damp
face, I sat up, still gripping the headboard for stability. My head was bowed,
my ability to formulate a rational thought nonexistent. But regardless of my
disjointed and blissful state, I could still decipher the sound of him undoing
his pants.

Turning around, I spied him reaching for a condom on the bedside
table. And the thought of not being able to feel his naturally beautiful cock
saddened me.

‘I’m on the pill,’ I said quietly. ‘And ... I’m always safe.
With ... with everyone else, that is.’

Desire yet caution flooded his chiselled features. ‘Are you
sure?’

‘Yes, but only if you tell me that you are always safe as
well?’

‘Yes, always,’ he admitted.

I nodded and crawled toward him, taking the foil packet from
his hands and pulling him atop me as I fell back on the bed. The weight of him
crushed me in a wonderful way ... his heat, his scent, his feel completely
enveloping me.

Derek ran his hand down the side of my face while he kissed
me sensually, its warm, calloused texture teasing my skin as he continued to
drag it down my neck. He stopped its journey at my cleavage and then wrenched
down my bustier and grabbed a handful of my tit. With a delectable squeeze, he
separated his mouth from mine and pulled away to wrap his lips around my peaked
nipple. ‘Are you
feeling
this, baby?’ he mumbled.

‘Oh god, yes,’ I breathed out.

Derek then let go of my breast and ran his hand down my side
until he reached my pussy. Slowly, he plunged two fingers deep inside me.

‘How ’bout this?’ he asked as he licked my neck. ‘Are you
feeling
this?’

I cried out again, ‘Yes,’ and closed my eyes.

Everything he did felt fucking amazing, which kind of confounded
me. It wasn’t as if I’d never been kissed, licked, sucked or fucked before. And
it wasn’t as if he were the porn king of Pound Town. Yet every kiss, every word
and every touch he gave me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

My eyes jerked open when his fingers vacated me and I felt
the crown of his dick press into my entrance.

‘You ready for some Dik?’ he asked smugly.

I let out a small giggle and nodded before biting my lower
lip. Derek leaned forward and released it from within my teeth by sucking it
into his mouth, all the while pushing his cock inside me.

‘Oh. My. God!’ I moaned through a wave of rapture. The
feeling of him stretching and filling me was pure fucking bliss. I raised both
legs and wrapped them around his back, locking them together and securing him
to me.

Derek began to push against me with a slow deep rock of his
hips, the depth he reached triggering my pussy to clench around him.

‘Fuck, you feel good,’ he murmured into my neck.

I gripped his shoulders tightly and rocked with him,
enhancing every slide, push, pull and rub our bodies produced.

Lying there with Derek inside me felt like ecstasy, and I
couldn’t put my finger on exactly why that was. Yes, I was
feeling
—
fuck, I was feeling every goddamned inch of him — but no, it was more than
that. For the first time in my life I was connecting in every way to the man I
was actually physically connecting with ... it was enlightening, albeit just a
tad shocking.

‘You
feeling
that, beautiful?’ Derek asked as he
peered deep into my eyes, into my soul.

The emotion within me started to bubble, so I nodded and
closed my eyes to prevent the obvious moisture building behind them.

The soft brush of his lips against my eyelids provoked them
to flutter open, coupled with his more incessant and stronger thrusts into me.

My breathing hiked, as did my rising orgasm, as I sank my
fingernails into his shoulders.

‘Fuck!’ he groaned, tensing with the arching of his back. My
pussy clenched his cock, gripping and milking him as he filled me. My
fingernails scraped his shoulderblades and settled with a biting grip into his
back as I, too, climaxed and came with a shudder.

What the fuck was that?
I was in post-coital bliss,
feeling
everything he said I would. But I was also fighting an emotional wave of
tears that were persistently trying to pool in my eyes. Recognising what I was
experiencing, there was no possible way I could deny the bleeding obvious.

I was in love with Derek Ian King.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Derek rolled off me not long after our breathing returned to
normal and the emotion and effects of our sex-sesh subsided.

Positioning himself on his side, he propped his head up with
his hand. ‘I think it’s safe to say that you just
did
intimate, Carly,’
he said while teasing his finger over my lace nipple.

I looked up at the ceiling and tried to process that, for
the first time in my life, I’d just had sex with someone I loved. ‘Yes, I
know,’ I answered quietly.

‘So, was it that bad?’

Snapping my attention away from the boring white ceiling, I
turned to face him with an indignant look. ‘No, of course not. It was great.
Wonderful, in fact.’

‘Well, just so you know and to reassure you further, I never
have unprotected sex,’ he said sincerely.

I nodded gratefully, but was uncertain as to why he decided
to break that rule for me. ‘Oh. So why did you do it this time ... with me?’

‘Because you are different,’ he responded quickly, shooting
up from the bed and grabbing a pair of tracksuit pants. He pulled them on and
walked back toward the bed, his deliberate intention to change the subject
quite obvious. ‘Right, I promised you satay. Are you hungry?’

A little taken aback by his response to my question and his
subsequent Speedy Gonzales action, I answered, ‘Yes.’

‘Good, you can help me,’ he said as he held out his hand.

I placed mine in his and gave him a sceptical look. ‘Ah ...
I’m not one to excel in the kitchen.’

Pulling me upright until I was standing flush with his
chest, he smiled greedily and squeezed my arse. ‘I find that hard to believe.’

***

‘Sweet fucking Jesus, you weren’t kidding, were you?’ Derek
asked accusingly, as he tried to stir the pot I had been in charge of. ‘What
the fuck did you do to the rice?’

Flustered, I stepped back from the stove and put my hands on
my hips. ‘I don’t know! One minute there was water and the next it was gone!’

‘That’s because you’ve boiled the ever-loving shit out of
it!’

‘No. It’s because your saucepan sucks ... literally. It
sucked all the fucking water away.’

Derek laughed with a disbelieving tone. ‘My saucepan did not
suck the water, Carly.’

‘Whatever! Someone or something did, because water just
doesn’t disappear into thin air.’

‘Actually, it kind of ... never mind,’ he said, smiling.
‘Here, stir the sauce while I fix the rice. Don’t stop stirring, okay?’

Widening my eyes at him in a show of impertinence, I once
again positioned myself at the stove. ‘Okay. Geez!’

As Derek began pouring boiling water from the kettle into
the pot of gluggy rice, his sexy voice softly sounded throughout the kitchen.
It was a surreal feeling to be standing there with him while he sang
carelessly, but no matter how it felt, the unworried, relaxed and serene
atmosphere he generated was very pleasant. I could honestly say I was
thoroughly enjoying it.

The lyrics of ‘Black’, by Pearl Jam, filtered out of his
mouth, mesmerising me with the smooth and sultry tone. And it was obvious that
the ability to maintain such a melodious tune was effortless for him. The man
had a gift. Well ... actually ... he had many gifts.

Realising that I was staring at the back of his head and in
a Derek-sing-along fog, I returned my focus back to the satay sauce which had
now escalated from a gentle simmer to a berserk boil. ‘Shit!’ I muttered
quietly to myself.

I shot him a quick glance and noticed that he was looking
over his shoulder in my direction. ‘You didn’t burn it, did you?’

Stirring the sauce frantically, I spotted bits of burnt
residue surfacing, evidence of yet another kitchen fail.
Bugger, bugger,
bugger.
‘No, I didn’t,’ I answered defensively.

‘Baby,’ Derek hummed against my ear, his hands sliding
across my bustier-covered stomach. ‘That black shit floating around in my sauce
says otherwise.’

Startled, I jumped mildly, then melted into the virile man
standing behind me. ‘I did warn you that I sucked at cooking.’

Derek removed the pot from the stove and turned the gas
switch off. ‘Yes, you did, which begs the question, what else do you suck at?’

I giggled, savouring his lips on my neck. ‘Is that a trick
question?’

‘No,’ he chuckled. ‘I want to know what else you are
terrible at?’

I couldn’t help rubbing my arse against his cock in an
enticing manner. ‘Not much. Well, there is one other thing I’m terrible at,’ I
answered as I turned back to face him with a mischievous smile.

‘Yeah?’ he whispered against my ear, his breath warm and
inviting.

My eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. ‘Yeah ... bowling.’

He chuckled before placing one of his hands on my hip and
the other in between my shoulderblades. Then, gently, he pushed me forward so
that I was bent over just slightly. My breathing spiked as he began to untie
the ribbon which held my bustier together, but it was the feeling of his hard
cock pressing into the apex of my arse which paused any further intake of air.
Holy
fuck! I’m ready for round two and quite possibly rounds three and four soon
afterward.