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Another step closer.
“I know my way around a woman’s body. Don’t need no sex toys.”
Goosebumps rise on my flesh. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? “Or maybe Melody and the other sweet butts aren’t too picky about who they screw.”
Poke.
His patience finally snaps. Sin walks me toward the bed until the back of my knees hit the edge. I fall backward, and he moves over the top of me, pinning me down. “Say that again.”
I place my hands on his chest. “What are we doing, Sin?”
“Oh, now I’m Sin?”
I swallow hard. His body feels so good under my palms, but there’s hesitation in his eyes. “Are you going to deny you don’t want a piece of this?”
Surprise shines in his eyes for a split moment. “Funny, you haven’t taken your eyes off me all night.”
I snort with laughter. “Holy cow. Just listen to yourself.”
“You seem to think I don’t know where your pleasure zones are.”
“Pleasure zones!” I can’t even hold my laughter in this time.
But Sin isn’t laughing. He’s deadly serious. “You heard me right. I can prove it.”
I wipe my tears, looking up at him. “Are you offering to give me an orgasm?”
“Multiple.”
I open my mouth, then close it like a damn goldfish. “Confident, or overzealous?”
“Do you want my mouth on you or not?” he all but barks.
Well, it’s not as if I’m going to say no to an experience with Sin in the sack, is it?
“You know, if we do this, we can’t take it back.”
“Don’t wanna take it back, but I do wanna shut that smart mouth up.”
I yank him toward me by the lapels of his cut. “So show me, pretty boy, before I go downstairs
and give someone else a map.”
His eyes harden. “Someone else?” He shakes his head in exasperation. “Should put you over my fuckin’ knee for the stunt you pulled tonight.”
“So, why don’t you?” I challenge. I know I’m goading him, but I just can’t help myself. “Or are you all talk, no action?”
A flurry of movement has Sin sitting up, then pulling me by the ankles to the end of the bed. “You just can’t keep that mouth closed, can you?”
“Aww, I thought you liked me sassy.”
He nods down to my lower half. “Take your jeans off, leave the stilettos on.”
I arch a brow. “Oh, you have a shoe fetish?”
“Only with you, cupcake.” He lets go of me, perching on the edge of the bed, and turns to look at me.
This is so fucking hot that I can’t back out now. I don’t want to back out. I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to be in Sin’s bed, as much as I’ve denied it to everybody back in Saddle.
