Sinful Seduction

the bed. A gentle breeze fluttered the curtains, carrying the scent of fresh morni

boyish in the morning light. His tousled dark hair framed his strong jawline, and his chest rose and fel

nose, memorizing the face she loved so much. Her touch was featherl

m already aw

oke the silence, making he

sped, her cheeks burning as e

ine. And touching." He peeked at her through his lashes, his dark e

lips twitched with amusemen

him. A surprised squeal left her lips as her cheek pressed against hi

whisper against her hair, sendin

brace, inhaling the familiar scent of him-earth

he murmured, tracing lazy circle

gainst her bare arm in slow, deliberate

eyes searching his.

lips, but he only kissed her fore

id it-gentle, but laced with something she cou

moment, unaware of the storm quietly br

efore facing her. "Come on, go have a

He stood from the bed, his muscles flexing slightly as he ran

he dresser, intending to check the time. Her breath hitched w

e tapped her mother's number. A sin

onnected. Silence stretched from the other e

gathering the courag

through, sharp and commanding. Before Amira could respond, the call ended. T

on the edge of the bed. 3 PM. She had no idea what

ray of water cascaded down her skin, washing away the tension coiling in her mus

ts and pulled it over her frame, inhaling his scent t

aroma of food hit her nostrils, making h

her heart swell-Tamlin, setting the table, a look of pure focus on his face. He had always been

urmured, pulling out a

king the seat beside her. "I figured you'd be starving after all t

ome you know?, I was just helping y

s, grabbing a spoon and taking her first bite. The rich, flavorfu

my God, did you improve your cooking

a hand over his heart. "Excuse m

ked. "De

h an affectionate gaze. "At least

gue. "What if you open a restaura

d don't even think about offering to help me-I wouldn't be h

ay, whatever ma

n her. When she turned, she found him staring, hi

asked, raisi

wiping the corner of her lips with a napki

iful when you ea

e had probably lost count of how ma

to see every day," he

in her chest. "Well, you'll always cook fo

ling her hair bef

turned serious. "What about you

softly. "Yeah... she said I sho

with you? Will you be okay?"

fine. She's my mother. She can't kill me... she'll ju

before nodding. "Okay. But c

no

kiss on her knuckles. Then, standing, he stretch

hing the last of her meal as

picked up his phone

cked up, he spoke. "I'm

er? I need your