Novel & Cerita Tempt Me Book

But I find myself enjoying the fact I have this effect on her. I open the door allowing her entrance and usher her inside before I rush to the driver’s side. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I try to remind myself I need to keep my eyes on the road and not her, but the temptress beside me is making that very difficult. Her scent invades my senses and it’s like a drug to me. I just want to give in to the addiction.

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We clung together, breaths ragged, bodies trembling in the aftermath. “I miss you,” he whispered, lips brushing my temple as he lowered me gently. “Every damn day.” The words pierced me, a sweet ache amid the bliss. We sank to the floor, the cold stone no match for the warmth of his body beneath me. I curled against him, head pillowed on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. His arm draped over me, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. We didn't speak, words felt too fragile for this stolen peace. The world waited outside, ready to drag us back to its games.

he explained. “Okay, great,” I replied, looking over the books. The romance was a bodice-ripper, I could tell by the cover. I reached for the mystery. Stumpy held it out of my reach. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ve got to pay the fee.” “Fee?” I echoed. “Give Stumpy a squeeze, and you can have the book,” Stumpy said. A squeeze? Cautiously, I opened my arms for a hug. Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead.

It was an awkward topic that had no future. “I want you, Emilia. I want to do things with you that you aren’t ready for. So what choice do I have than to stay away?” His fingers moved her hair to the other side to caress her exposed neck. With his warm voice uttering words that played with her senses, his fingers working their magic on her skin, Amelia felt intoxicated by his nearness. While her heart wanted to tell him she was ready for whatever he wanted to do with her, it was her mind that battled against her wishes. No, it was too early to surrender herself to a stranger she just met.

It was a study room. “I’m really sorry. I will just go.” I walked in the direction I came in. I couldn’t comprehend why I keep messing up everything. First it was climbing into his bed when he wasn’t there, then the embarrassing Leo story that my bestfriends took the honor of narrating. “Stay.” He muttered. I stopped in my tracks and looked puzzlingly at him. I avoided eye contact and settled my gaze to the books on the shelf. They were classics from Jane Eyre down to the Lord of the Flies. At the bottom of the shelf stood a huge collection of contemporary romance novels, the largest list I had ever seen someone possess.

He was leaning against the shelf, fingers tracing the spines of the forbidden books, eyes that seemed to undress me with every glance. “Do you like stories about temptation, Sister?” His voice was silk over steel, teasing. I swallowed hard, aware of how tight my habit had become, aware of how every inch of me was alive under his gaze. “I… I shouldn’t—” “Shouldn’t what?” He stepped closer, too close, and the faint scent of him made my knees weak. “Tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.” I knew I shouldn’t, yet the answer trembled in my throat before I could stop it: “I… do.”

"Undo your top. Now." I didn't hesitate. My fingers were shaking, but I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my lace bra. He groaned, his eyes traveling over my skin with pure desire. He reached out and unzipped my bra, his hands large and warm as they cupped my breasts. "You're even better than the descriptions in your book," he muttered. He leaned down and started sucking my nipples, his tongue swirling around the tips until I was sobbing his name. I arched my back, pressing myself against him. I wanted to feel his weight. I wanted the fuck I had been dreaming about.

My chest hammers against my ribcage. His breath brushes my neck. Hot, deliberate, tantalizing. He steps beside me, dangerously close, so close I can feel the slight shift of his weight. My stomach twists when I glance at the titles. Tempting Him: On His Desk Kamasutra: Teacher's Edition Oh. My. Fucking. God. I stare at the books for three whole seconds. “That’s not-” I spin to confront him, but he’s gone. Just gone. My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses.

The earlier teasing had left her aching for more. Her phone buzzed silently on the nightstand. A text from Alex: Come to the library. Now. I need to fuck you. Her heart raced. This was insane. Richard was literally ten meters away. But the addiction was stronger than reason. She slipped out of bed in a sheer black negligee, tiptoeing through the dimly lit halls. Alex waited in the lavish library, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling books. The moment she entered, he locked the door and pushed her against the shelves.