Tempt Me

By Cali Caliente

Italian playboy Brent Lovella accepts the challenge from his identical twin to find a bride or lose his half of their inheritance. His brother's wedding planner makes him rethink his penchant for blondes, but Brent has to get past his brother's game of sabotage if he's ever going to have a chance at love.

Wedding planner Danielle Comb makes memories for lovers and leaves romantic footprints behind. Her greatest challenge may be the charming twin of her best friend's groom. Their instant attraction isn't surprising, considering Brent's reputation, but an unwelcome surprise may stall their romance before it can take off.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: May 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781509224319

Cali Caliente

Christine currently resides in Virginia with her husband, a large multi-generational family, lots of Blue Ridge Mountain wildlife, several feline friends, and a Carolina Dog. She finds love stories in the world around her, enjoys traveling to new places and visiting historical sites, and enjoys a quiet beach. She writes contemporary romance, ghostly romance, time-travel romance, and romantic suspense.

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Tempt Me

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Cali Caliente

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Tempt Me

COPYRIGHT © 2019 by Christine Poe

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2019

Print ISBN 978-1-5092-2430-2

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2431-9

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

A big thank you to my editor Sherri Good for her assistance in making the Lovella twins stories come to life. And a very special thank you to my critique partner, Jo Grafford, who gives the kind of moral support every author needs.

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Cali Caliente

AND HER BOOKS

TEMPT ME

"What do you get when you cross a gorgeous Italian playboy with a feisty wedding planner? You get a hotter than hot sequel to Taste Me. Tempt Me is a wildly fun and sometimes heart-twisting romp between a hero and heroine who are completely perfect for each other. Everyone around them knows it, too—everyone, that is, except them. They clash in a tantalizing twist of mixed signals, little white lies that turn into bigger ones, and way too much interference from past flames that pop up at the most inopportune times. Warning: You should probably grab a frosty beverage before you curl up with this story because you’re in for a real scorcher!"

~Jo Grafford, award-winning author

of the Kill For You series.

TASTE ME

"Taste Me is a tantalizing escape through the twists and turns of wild and instant attraction, mixed signals, and sometimes hilarious cross purposes. If you’re looking for a high heat level story that will tug at your whole range of emotions and leave you with a smile, Bryce and Aurora’s steamy escapades are tailored just for you…"

~Jo Grafford, award-winning author

of the Lost Colony Series

Chapter One

Sunshine burst through the clouds and spilled across his lap as Brent Lovella stared down at the myriad of blondes strolling through Love’s Farmer’s Market in Alexandria, Virginia. From his perch behind the large picture window in his office, he supervised the activities going on in the organic green store. The new skylights his brother installed brightened up the place and gave it an openness he enjoyed. Too bad his twin wasn’t around much anymore. Since Bryce discovered his bride-to-be was expecting twins he rarely left her side. One thing he would never do himself—coddle and spoil a woman. No way.

Women were meant to be pleasured and enjoyed, and sometimes strung along. But never ever taken seriously. They only want one thing from a man—to be shown a good time. Spending a load of money on a woman helped woo them into the bedroom, and one-nighters were his most common date these days. As much as he’d like it to happen, he couldn’t find that one special female to call his own. His brother was lucky to have Aurora. To think of their happiness only made him want for more, but he wasn’t exactly sure what it was he wanted. Whatever it was he couldn’t find it. He was restless and bored with his life. He needed something special, something he hadn’t experienced before.

Damn. I hate thinking like this.

He had better things to do than to sit and wait for someone, but here he was doing exactly that for his brother. The wedding planner they had hired for their upcoming nuptials was going to drop by this morning. Brent was supposed to help her pick out a location for the wedding. Bryce said she’d been in the business for years and was extremely talented in her profession. She wasn’t a blonde and not much to look at, according to Bryce. He grinned, Bryce knew him well. All women should be sexy blondes in his book.

A knock at his office door announced his expected guest’s arrival.

Come in. He refused to turn away from his activity of blonde-watching.

The door blew open with a gust of wind from the stairwell. The stock boys must have forgotten to close the exterior delivery door again. He swung around in his chair and stood behind his desk. If his tongue was hanging out it was the young woman’s appearance at fault. Her blue eyes were the color of an azure sea, and her silky brown hair fell to just above her shoulders and cupped her delicate jaw like a lover’s caressing hand. She was on the tall side for a woman, but she had curves in all the right places.

Hot damn.

He swallowed hard and struggled to find his voice but nothing came out. His gaze adored her sexy legs and plump breasts peeking over the curved neckline of her tight-fitting baby blue dress. God, she was sexy. Flames of passion swept over him like a brushfire.

She smiled a dazzling wide smile as she walked into the room. Hello. You must be Brent. I’m Danielle Comb. Her cheeks blushed a pretty shade of pink, and she paused in her footsteps when he didn’t respond. The wedding planner?

What was wrong with him? He’d never been tongue-tied before. But damn, if he could get a word out. Her alluring perfume tempted his nostrils. A mixture of something incredibly sweet and tasty like tiramisu. Wait. There was something slightly familiar about this woman, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. She took a step forward with her hand outstretched and suddenly stumbled sideways. He caught her around the waist.

Oh no! Not my favorite pair. She slipped off her high heel shoe, white like her purse. Dangling the broken spike in front of his face, she pouted those lush pink lips. He was a goner in this close proximity. Temptation hit him like a jolt of caffeine.

Umm…coffee, sugar, spice, everything nice. Triple hot damn.

He had to taste her, and his mouth covered hers in an incredible tongue-dueling kiss. She melted into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, responding with a passion expected from a longtime lover, not a stranger who just walked in the door. His whole body became aware of what he held in his arms—something close to dynamite. The fuse was lit, and he could explode any second. He groaned and led her toward the desk. With minimal effort, he lifted her onto the desktop. He continued his seduction of this gorgeous woman, moving closer so she could feel his throbbing need for her alone.

****

Danielle had never been kissed quite like this before. She didn’t even know this man, but remembered he’d attended her dinner party with his uncle, Chef Antonio. She’d been attracted to him then, but he never gave her a second look. He only had eyes for Rory that night. And later, her friend told her there were two brothers—identical twins. Two stunning males who could charm women in a heartbeat. And it was true. She never expected to feel like this today, but her first look at him took her breath away. His wavy black hair combed back from his face, with a tendril that stubbornly refused to stay in place. His dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and he emanated old-world charm. He was delicious and tempting, very tempting.

His kiss was filled with a sensual message, coaxing her to give in to his invitation. Why not? This was what she’d craved for so long. A spur-of-the-moment fling with a hotter than hot man. A onetime sexual encounter. She pulled him closer to feel what he had to offer. He was swollen and ready, and she wanted him.

It had been months since she’d had good sex. To be honest, she hadn’t had sex in over a year. What a fiasco that turned out to be. The surprise was on her when she found out her new boyfriend was already engaged to the bride whose wedding she was planning at the time. It had turned her off men and their two-timing hearts. But this man, umm…he was special. He reeked of excitement and pleasure. To feel him naked, his muscular body raging with desire as he pumped his passion into her, became an urgent need.

Am I crazy?

She was working. She was a professional. She didn’t even have a condom.

Breaking away from the kiss, her lips were left bereft and tingly. She touched her fingers to his mouth, soft and oh-so-sexy.

We can’t do this. Her words came out in tiny gasps.

"Ah, yes, carina. We can. He lifted her from the desk, locked the office door in passing, and carried her into a large bathroom with the biggest shower she’d ever seen. A shower to have sex in—wet and wild, sexy sex. I want to make love to you. I will make you feel bellissimo."

He wanted to make her feel beautiful? Wow! Enough said.

What was it about his slight Italian accent that made her squirm in her panties? He already had her feeling a lot of things. Horny, hot, hungry. She longed to have him touch her everywhere. Her client’s wedding plans could wait while she enjoyed this excellent opportunity.

She locked gazes with him. Pleasure before business? You are definitely my kind of man.

He chuckled a low and sensuous sound. I never turn down a chance to pleasure a woman, especially one who looks like you.

She shivered with delight at his words. Flattery will get him everywhere.

She reached behind to unzip her dress but couldn’t. He turned her around and assisted, kissing a trail of heated bliss down her bare back. She pushed her dress down over her hips and stepped out of it and kicked off the remaining shoe. The bodice fit her tight and she hadn’t worn a bra. Here she stood with only her skimpy panties to cover her nakedness. This was crazy but exciting. She turned to face him.

Italian love songs whispered from speakers somewhere in the background. His hips swayed back and forth to the music. While dancing, he stripped off his gray dress shirt and black slacks, kicked out of his loafers, and peeled his socks off one by one to playfully toss them at her. She couldn’t stop staring. He wore skin tight briefs. Very tight and exposing.

Geez, he was a beautiful male specimen. Muscular in all the right places meant strong and enduring. Perfect for a lover. Her gaze lowered to take in that special part of him—his manhood, his awe-inspiring cock. The evidence of his desire was clearly eager for release.

She didn’t feel any shame in her wantonness, just a little guilty for wanting him so much. I want you to know I’ve never done anything like this before. It almost seems naughty.

Ah, but it is so nice. He pressed against her and nuzzled her neck, licking and nibbling. "Tell me what you want, bella donna. I am at your service."

His hands caressed her skin, and his tender words brought erotic images to her mind. His big thick cock filling her with intense shivering and soul-shaking orgasms. What a titillating idea. I want you. All of you. Inside me.

He raised an eyebrow and grinned. I will gladly fulfill your wish.

That was easy enough. God, I’m being so wanton and mischievous. Great.

Brent turned on the showers. A large rainfall showerhead on each wall caressed their bodies with delicate spray that crisscrossed in the center. Come, let’s play.

She pushed aside any lingering doubt that this was what she wanted. Right now. She didn’t care about tomorrow or next week—

His arm encircled her waist and his fingers slid downward to caress her secret nub, that sensitive part of her untouched by man for far too long. Her body wiggled against his hand of its own free will. She was fast losing control. She was horny and needed what this man could offer—steamy hot sex.

I want to kiss every inch of you while I make you squirm with passion, he whispered.

Sounds wonderful. Oh God, his fingers were magical.

He spun her around and pulled her bottom against him, one hand persistent in arousing her perceptive nub and the other caressing her breast, teasing the taut nipple until she screamed for want of it being suckled. His erection throbbed against her bottom, hard and ready. She lost her edge and fell forward in a gasping orgasm that shook her to her toes.

"Was it good, carina?"

She couldn’t speak, only gasp for air.

Was it good? Did she dare answer the question? If she said yes, he might stop. If she said no—the same. She rubbed her bottom against the soft, yet potently hard part of him.

He groaned.

I want more. She turned in his arms and pushed against him. They stood under the water’s spray again. She slipped her G-string panties off and tossed them aside. Your turn.

He pushed his underwear past the bulging cock waiting to erupt. Her gaze was glued to his proud erection as he stepped out of his shorts and tossed them aside to land with hers.

She couldn’t wait. She had to touch him. Hot and pulsing with need, his cock was exactly what she wanted to make her day. Silky smooth, yet oh-so-powerful. She groaned just a tiny bit.

"Ah, carina, if you want me, you cannot touch. I can’t promise I can withstand even your gentlest caress. He lifted her face and met her lips with a searing kiss. You are such a little thing. I love your size…because I can do this."

He grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her against his stomach, her wanting pussy hanging above his firm and water-slicked cock. She gasped as the two made contact. He lowered her slowly until just the tip pulsed against her opening. Sexy, erotic as hell, with water trickling all around them. He lifted her up and down, a little lower each time to make a nice sucking sound between them.

What a tease you are, sir. She could barely talk for the excitement raging through her. The want and need, the anticipation of fulfillment.

You want this? He lowered her all the way and wiggled her bottom until they fit just right. Deep, tight, and throbbing together.

He held her there as he nuzzled sweet kisses on her neck and shoulders, under her chin and finally capturing her mouth with a tongue-thrusting kiss, imitating what he was doing below. His strength allowed him to pump into and plunder her wetness. She was going to explode and it would be heavenly bliss. If only she could hold on…

****

Brent couldn’t believe his luck. She was so sexy, so ready and tight. He’d never made love with a brunette before. This was a first. And she was damned hot. What on earth had he been missing? She made him want to try things he’d never done, and she did it with a pretty smile and a heated look from her exquisite blue eyes.

He picked up the pace and pumped his hungry cock into her, lifting her up and down. Working out at the gym helped him keep fit for moments such as this. She was light and her body was