One Temptation

Got Caught? (Chapter 59)

I know this is probbaly very early considering I haven't even finished this story yet. 

But I would like to know that if I was to write a new book for the future what would you guys like to read?

Something I already have in draft is a hot and steamy sports romance. And I already have a draft for a billionare/CEO romance. 

I've never written dark mafia, but I love reading it and if you guys would be intrested to read that in my writing let me know and I'll for sure consider!

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The way his hands gripped my hips, rough and deliberate, set my skin on fire. His mouth trailed along my jaw, making me gasp, and I hated how much I loved it. But I could feel the tense in his body. 

"You're holding back," I whispered against his mouth, barely breaking the kiss.

His breath hitched, and his eyes opened just enough to meet mine. They were darker than I'd ever seen them.

"You're imagining things," he muttered, his hands running up and down my back.

"No, I'm not." I pushed him,  "You've never held back before, West. Not with anyone else."

He stilled for a moment, his jaw tightening. "You're not anyone else, Mads."

That should've calmed the storm inside me, but it only made it worse. My chest tightened, and all I could think about was how different this was—how different he was.

"I know," I said, my voice softer now. "That's why I'm asking. Why are you—"

His lips crashed back into mine before I could finish, cutting me off with a kiss so deep I forgot how to breathe. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his voice low and hoarse.

"Because I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to hurt you."

That confession hung in the air between us, heavy and vulnerable. I swallowed hard, my fingers tracing his abs. "West, you're not going to hurt me."

His laugh was bitter, like he didn't believe me. "You don't know that."

"I do," I insisted, "You think I don't know who you are? That I don't see how much you're holding back—for me?"

He exhaled shakily, his hands flexing on my hips. "I already told you, I haven't been with anyone since that detention, Mads. Not one."

My stomach flipped, his words sinking in once again. That had been weeks ago—maybe even months. West, the guy with a reputation for never being alone, hadn't been with anyone?

I bit my lip, trying not to smirk, "You're frustrated," 

He gave me a smug grin, "That obvious?"

"Yeah," I breathed, leaning closer. "But so am I."

That confession seemed to crack something in him. His grip tightened, and his lips were on mine again.

But even in the frenzy, I could feel it—his restraint. He was giving me just enough to push me to the edge but not enough to throw me over it.

"West," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You don't have to—"

"Don't," he interrupted, his forehead pressing harder against mine. "Don't say it unless you're sure."

"I'm sure," I shot back, my eyes locking onto his. "We're already past the point of no return, aren't we?"

His throat worked as he swallowed, "Yeah," he admitted finally. "There's no going back from this. Not for me."