Truth and Temptation Audio

~*~ Excerpt from Truth and Temptation ~*~

His thumbs gently stroke my cheek, eliciting a small shiver down my spine. His eyes grow heavy, lowering halfway closed. I lean in, slowly, cautiously, until my head turns and rests against his chest. It isn’t the contact I truly crave, but it feels deliciously sensual for me, all the same. His hands trail down my back, coming to rest in the curve of my lower spine.

“Paige…” my name rumbles out from his chest, echoing through my ear.

I want to be bold. I want to leave my comfortable, easy existence. I want to step off the edge, into the unknown of lust and desire.

So I do.

Lifting my head off his chest, I tilt my gaze up. Slowly, one hand travels up his arm, some part of my mind cataloguing the muscles I feel bunched and tense under the fabric of his shirt. As it always is around him, my ability to focus on multiple things at once disappears, and all I am aware of is him. His scent, the sound of his breathing, the tightening of his hands on my hips.

I reach the longer hair at the nape of his neck and slide my fingers through the soft strands. His mouth opens slightly. Anticipation has already begun to spark throughout my body. When I lift up onto my toes and close the inches that separate us, that trickle of pleasure turns into a cascading free fall.

His lips are soft.

Why this surprises me, I don’t know. Perhaps my lack of experience with these types of activities has predisposed me to expect men’s mouths to be rougher.

Hesitantly, I move my mouth against his, waiting for him to respond. Mere seconds pass before I feel him give in to the inevitability of our kiss with a low groan. His body melts into mine but the pressure is balanced by his hands spreading across my back, holding me in place.

Had I known kisses were capable of igniting a fire within me that is burning as strong as I am right now, I may have indulged in this more often. However, I suspect it would never be as good as it is with Wyatt. Why? I have no idea. And that confounds me.

His tongue licks along the seam of my mouth, and although I have never kissed a man this way, I open to him readily. We meld together effortlessly. Our tongues tangle, darting in and out, teasing and tantalizing. This is a first kiss that should be written about in every romance book everywhere. Wyatt moves a hand down to cup one globe of my bum as the other continues to hold my body to his. When he squeezes gently, the corresponding rumbling sound he makes sounds deliciously out of control. And when he presses his hips into mine lightly, I pull back with a start.

“Is that…”

The corner of his lip lifts up, but ever the gentleman, Wyatt doesn’t force me back into his arms. “Yeah. Sorry. I can’t seem to help it around you, Paige. You’re just so —”

I cut him off with the press of my lips to his once again as the realization hits me.

I’m doing this to him. Me. Paige Millstone, who has never experienced an orgasm, is causing Wyatt James to feel aroused. And judging by the significant bulge he pressed against me, I believe it is safe to say Wyatt is at least as interested in seeing where this goes as I am.

If not more so.

The question is, what now?

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