“I don’t want him to kiss you again,” I tell her.
She meets my gaze with surprised blue eyes, but she nods her agreement. “Okay.”
“Can you make that promise?” I ask, out of curiosity, caressing her face. “Does he make you kiss him?”
Now her gaze drops briefly, but it rises to meet mine again after only a second. “I should be able to. I mean, unless you’re around, he hasn’t wanted to kiss me much lately anyway.”
That draws a frown out of me. “Why not?”
Amusement flits across her face. “Are you offended on my behalf? You’ve never kissed me once, so you don’t have room to talk.”
“It’s been a very long time since I’ve kissed someone,” I admit.
The amusement on her face dies, like she knows there’s a reason behind that, and it’s not going to be a bit funny.
There is, but I’m not ready to get into that yet.
Pulling back, I tell her, “Take your shirt off.”
She does, without hesitation. While she d
raws her shirt off, I draw mine off, too. I see the desire blossom in her eyes as soon as she sees my bare skin. I don’t plan to give up control of this moment, but she must need to kiss me, because instead of pressing me for my story—or even just waiting for it and not distracting me—she bends her head and starts kissing me all over. My neck, my shoulders, my chest. Her plump lips are everywhere, covering as much of me as she can. Her kisses get hotter and slower when she makes it to my hands. I don’t know why she loves my hands so much, but she fixates on them, kissing my fingers and holding my gaze.
“Can I taste you?” she asks, her hands dropping to my belt.
“You like to taste me, don’t you?”
“I love it.” She leans in and kisses my neck again, like I might need to be sweetened up before I let her suck my dick. “Will you fuck my face like before? On the bed, with me under you?”
Christ, she’s making it hard to remember why we need to talk. Fisting a hand in her hair, I pull her close, kissing the side of her face. “I’ll fuck your face, but I want you in the shower. I want you naked and wet. I want you cuffed and helpless.”
The breath goes out of her and she bites down on her bottom lip, nodding her head. “Yes. Yes to all of that.”
35
Laurel
It feels like Christmas and my birthday all at once when Sin takes my hand and drags me down the hall, toward his bathroom. I can’t believe this is happening. I don’t know why it’s happening, but I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’ve fantasized about Sin on top of me so many nights, craving the way he dominated my body, the way he made me his treasured toy. I’ve never been as into oral as I am with him, but I’ve never felt the way I feel when he shoves his dick into my throat, either.
I want it so badly.
I want him so badly.
As soon as we get to the bathroom, he spins me around, pushes me against the door, and starts unbuttoning my shorts. My pulse pounds. Like he can’t wait another second to touch me, instead of shoving my shorts down, he shoves his hand down the front and cups my pussy in his palm, pressing me against the door with his body and kissing my forehead.
“This is mine now,” he tells me.
“God, yes.” I tip my head back, feeling my pulse in my neck.
“Nobody else touches it,” he informs me.
“Never,” I promise.
He fists his free hand in my hair again and pulls my face close to his mouth so he can kiss my forehead again. “I’m glad we understand each other.”
I’m so happy, I could die. I need him closer, so I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him close. I need him to kiss me. Really kiss me, on my mouth. I don’t want to ask, because it seems like a kiss from Sin might require a few signed documents and a blood oath, and all I want to do is get in that shower. I want the man who just told me he owns my pussy now to fuck my face, because it’s pretty much my favorite thing now that I’ve been on the receiving end.
From him, anyway.