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“You swear?”
“I swear.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “So, Breanna, what shall we do today?”
She glanced outside the window. “More of what we did yesterday.”
“God, you weren’t supposed to be this perfect.” Threading his fingers in her hair, Sinjin held her face and kissed her. Gently. Tender-like. It almost felt sweet, which in the short time she’d known him, she learned wasn’t his way. “Will you do something for me?”
“What?”
“I want you to make yourself come, and I want to watch you while you do it,” he said, his fingers combing through her hair.
Her pulse skittered. “Why?”
“So I can always remember how beautiful you were.” A flash of vulnerability on his face, he cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “With those fairytale blue eyes of yours looking right at me.”
At a loss as to how to even begin, Breanna sat up. Placing a pillow behind her, she leaned against the iron spindles. Of course, she’d done this by herself countless times, but no one had ever watched her before—not that she knew of, anyway. Maybe it was silly, considering they’d been fucking like rabbits, but she’d be lying not to admit the thought of it made her a little nervous.
Sinjin positioned himself in front of her. His eyes on hers, he urged her to proceed. Tipping his chin, the movement was subtle.
He didn’t look at her breasts as she toyed with her nipples. He didn’t follow the trail of fingertips sweeping down her belly toward the place that pulsed between her thighs. Those heated brown eyes of his stayed right on hers.
Penetrating herself, Breanna’s lips parted. Liquid silk coating her fingers, she sucked them into her mouth. His tongue swept over his bottom lip, nevertheless, his gaze did not waver.
And gazing right back, blue locked on whiskey, she stroked her clit. Barely there circles. Slowly, up and down. Swiftly, side to side.
What did he see looking at her?
A girl in lust? Surely.
A girl falling in love? She hoped not.
But she was afraid that perhaps she could be.
And with the thought of loving this man in her mind, Breanna rubbed herself until she came.
Sinjin held her after. Kissing her as the tremors subsided, he stroked her skin and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Sorry? What for?
Glancing at the window, he got out of bed and began putting on his clothes. “The snow is letting up a little.” He went over to the door, grabbing his coat from the peg on the wall. “Gonna see how much shit there is to shovel. Try to clear the porch steps, anyway.”
“Oh, okay.” Covering herself with the blanket, she drew her knees up under her chin.
“Think you can manage our lunch, princess?”
She nodded. “Chicken noodle?”
“Yeah.” He came back. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Sinjin tucked her hair behind her ear. “You’ve got to be sore. Have a nice, long soak while I’m gone.”
Their time together was almost up. The snow would stop soon. She knew it, and so did he. Breanna laid back in the hot water and closed her eyes. She should be glad to be getting out of here. She had to get to Dalton House and a drugstore for the morning-after pill. Never mind, she’d just finished her period—better to be safe than sorry. And then there was her car. God, how much was that going to cost, and how long would it take them to fix it? Didn’t matter. She had to get back to Portland. Her life was there, so why did the thought of leaving here make her feel so out of sorts?
Sinjin. Duh.
She must be thinking with her vagina. Good orgasms can do that. She’d seen it happen to her friends at school time and time again. It’s like a guy who shows skills with a clit is some precious commodity or something. Apparently, that can make a girl do stupid things.
She was so not catching feelings for him.
Yes, you are.
