Page 65 of Theirs to Corrupt
“Go to bed, Tessa,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm on my skin. “While you still can.”
Sensual warning is laced through his tone, and I’d be wise to heed it.
He moves his hands away, and I press my palms against the front of my dress to hold it in place.
The air crackles with tension, and intimacy hangs between us, like an invitation I don’t dare accept.
After drawing a steadying breath, I turn to face him.
“Thank you.” I order myself to turn, to run, but I stand there, riveted, as if held in place by an invisible force.
Gently he brushes a finger against my cheek.
“Fuck.”Then he whispers, “Tessa…” He leans in closer, his breath mingling with mine in a shared heartbeat. And then he closes the gap between us, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss.
Unable to resist, I melt into him, threading my fingers through his hair, holding on to this feeling of connection. The heat of his body seeps into mine, telling me I can trust him, erasing any doubts or fears I’ve had about how right this is.
His possession is not demanding or urgent; it’s a gentle exploration, a silent promise of more to come. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I am drawn deeper into his embrace, losing myself in the moment.
His arms are strong, reassuring, and right now, there’s nothing but the two of us, safety, and the moment.
He trails his fingers down my spine, igniting my nerve ending, leaving me dizzy, craving more.
With a moan, his erection hard against me, he deepens the kiss, and I start to lose myself.
I want…
He wrenches himself away, and I take a shaky step back, my breaths coming in little bursts.
Thank God one of us is capable of rational thought because I’d been so very close to giving into my need for him.
“Final warning, Tessa. I’m about done being a gentleman.”
I shiver, and not from fear.
“Tessa…” My name is a growl and a warning.
Jarred back to reality, I clutch the front of my dress tighter and hurry away.
I reach my room. Then, before I can change my mind, I shut the door. I don’t bother with the lock. Experience has already taught me that nothing will keep either of them out if they decide to enter.
I change into a sleep set Link bought me, either in Houston or earlier today at the bridal shop. The two-piece outfit—shorts and a top with spaghetti straps—is silky, and a delicate shade of peach.
I’ve told him not to spoil me, but I have to admit; these are the nicest pajamas I’ve ever owned.
Until I can find a job and get back on my feet, maybe I should just enjoy the moment.
The memory of Pax being so close won’t go away, even when I slip beneath the cool covers and turn off the nightstand lamp.
The moment I close my eyes and roll onto my side, hoping to drift off, I’m suddenly wide awake.
I listen for sounds of movement, but I hear none.
An hour, maybe two later, I finally doze off with thoughts and images of Pax and Link teasing me, blurring the boundary between reality and fantasy.
I’m back in the living room of our suite, moonlight spilling through the open blinds, casting soft shadows across the room.
Pax is there, his shirtsleeves rolled back, and Link emerges from his bedroom wearing a dress shirt and a pair of pants. The air is supercharged with a sense of forbidden desire. My heart races with anticipation.