Page 35 of Savored Sins
“Ha. No.” I grin. And then, against my better judgment, I say, “I think you’re hot as fuck.”
Autumn stares at me. She looks kind of shocked, like she had no clue until this moment that I’ve always wanted to bang the shit out of her. I have to try not to laugh.
“Zeke…” She draws my name out—like she’s a bungee jumper trying to get up the courage to take the leap.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think… Do you think we could pick up where we left off last night?” Her eyes are wide and shining as she gazes at me from where her head is perched on the pillow. “But like, just you and me this time?”
And just like that—before she’s even finished the sentence—my dick’s like fucking concrete. I swear to god that thing is sentient.
I draw in a shaky, nervous breath, hoping she can’t hear it. But I want to make sure it’s what she wants. I don’t want her to regret it once the rain stops and her house is light and airy, and she goes back to her fashion show and her job and her adult-ass friends and her normal, stable life.
I hold her gaze. “Really? You sure?”
Autumn nods. “Yeah. It’s… been a long time since—well, since I got laid. And last night kind of… I don’t know, woke me up.”
I laugh. “Oh, you came to the right place, hot stuff.”
“I better have.”
“Oh-ho,” I say, raising up on one elbow so I’m looking down at her. “She’s mouthy. I like it.” I stop. I’m about two seconds from tearing that thong off with my teeth, but I want to hear Autumn say outright that she wants it. “I’m happy to help, babe, but I need you to say it. Tell me what you want from me.”
She looks straight at me, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I want you to fucking ruin me.”
“Ruin you, huh?” I grin. “I think we can manage that. Ruining’s what I do best.”
Autumn bites her lip, suddenly shy. “You’re clean, right?”
I nod, grinning. “Yep. I know it’s hard to believe, but I don’t play around with that.”
She laughs softly, her cheeks still pink. “Good. Me, too.”
And that’s all it takes.
Without another word, I rip the sheets off her, flip her over on the bed. Her face is in the mattress, and I gather up her hair in one hand, tugging slightly while my other hand travels down the curve of her lower back, caressing her ass. Her skin is soft and smooth beneath my palm.
“You are the sexiest fucking thing,” I murmur. “I’ve been wanting to bite this ass since I first saw you walk into Brewed Awakening last year.”
She turns her head to the side, peers back at me. “So bite it.”
I laugh softly. “Not yet, babe. I’m taking my time.”
I give her ass a squeeze, slipping my other hand around her front to guide her up to hands and knees. The way her ass cheeks spread as she kneels, with the string of her thong running between them, is enough to make me crazy.
And the tattoo. It’s a fierce little dragon, with flames encircling it. I run my fingers gently across it, and I feel Autumn flinch beneath my touch.
“Ignore that,” she says. “I was seventeen and drunk. It’s stupid.”
“It’s goddamn hot is what it is.”
Autumn makes a noise that tells me she wants me to move on, so I do. I groan, gathering her hair in my free hand again and yanking it suddenly so her head jerks back. A slight whimper escapes her throat, but the look she gives me out the corner of her eye is pure desire. She’s loving it.
I’m on my knees behind her, pulling her ass into my groin. I’ve still got my sweats and boxers on, but there’s no way she doesn’t feel how rock-hard I am. Reaching around her middle, Irun my hands up her stomach, up her breasts, guiding her upper body up toward me. Both of us now kneeling on the bed, I cradle her bare back against my chest, one hand moving to stroke her throat.
“How long has it been?” I murmur into her ear, giving the lobe a playful nip.
Autumn shudders beneath my touch. “Two years.”
