Page 107 of Shadow Of Sin

“I’m right here,” he says. “I promise.”

“Give me facts, Wolfe.”

“Okay.” His thumb traces the outline of my lower lip. “Fact. I’m standing in my kitchen holding the only person who’s ever made this place feel like something other than a bunker.” His voice drops. “Fact. You’re wearing my shirt and it’s taking everything in me not to pull it over your head right now.” Another pause. “Fact. I’ve been trying to find the words for what I feel about you all day and my brain keeps shorting out.”

“Then stop looking for words,” I whisper.

I pull his mouth down to mine.

This kiss is different from every other kiss we’ve had. It’s not urgent or fueled by adrenaline, anger, or a death threat. This kiss is slow and aching and deep. Like we’re the only two people on the planet who have no shortage of time to explore one another.

Ironic, given the circumstances and the very real timeline that’s about to kick off.

He lifts me onto the counter. I lock my legs around his waist and grind against him. He’s already hard, and the friction through his sweatpants drags a moan out of me that echoes off the kitchen walls. His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw to the hollow of my throat, his teeth scraping against my skin. I shiver as his demanding hands slide under the shirt and up the sides of my ribcage. Slow. So goddamn slow I want to scream.

“Don’t make me wait,” I gasp.

“So impatient.” He lifts me off the counter and carries me through the cabin with my legs wrapped around him, my hips rocking against his cock with every step. He lays me down on his mother’s quilt and pulls his shirt off my body in one smooth motion. For a second, he just looks at me, naked, legs spread and waiting. Then he dips his head, closes his lips around my nipple, and every thought I’ve ever had fizzles.

He works his way down my body, pressing his mouth to every inch of skin he encounters. My shoulder. My ribs. My hip bone. My inner thighs. He lingers there, his breath hot against my skin, and I squirm because he’s so close to where I need him, and he knows it.

“You’re going slow on purpose,” I choke out.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to remember every second of this.”

Oh my God, this man.

He pushes my legs farther apart and lowers his mouth to my pussy. The first stroke of his tongue makes me cry out and my hips buck off the bed. He pins them down with one hand flat on my stomach and takes his sweet, devastating time. Licking. Sucking. His tongue circling my clit with the kind of focus that this man usually saves for hacking.

“Fuck, Wolfe. Right there. Don’t stop.” I thrust against his mouth, my pussy lips quivering as sparks ignite in my belly.

He doesn’t stop. He slides two fingers inside me and curls them while his mouth keeps working and my whole body lights up from the inside out. I fist his hair, probably hard enough to hurt, and he groans, the vibration sending a jolt straight through my core.

“Holy shit,” I rasp.

The orgasm rolls through me—slow and deep and devastating. I gasp for air as I hold his head in place. My back arches off the bed, my thighs clamping around him as my entire body quakes and writhes under his masterful tongue.

I shudder from delicious aftershocks as he kisses his way back up to my mouth. He grabs a condom, tears open the packet, and rolls it on. I take his cock and rub it against my pussy. He hisses through his teeth and his abs clench, the look on his face so raw, so exposed it makes my eyes sting.

I pull him down over me. He pushes inside, slow, stretching me open inch by inch until he’s buried deep and we’re both holding our breath.

Our gazes lock. Neither of us looks away.

I push his head toward mine, capturing his lips, coiling my tongue with his as he fucks me with long, deep strokes, each one catapulting me closer and closer to the brink of utter bliss. His forehead rests against mine. His hips roll into me with a rhythm that builds heat low in my belly with every stroke.

“Harder,” I whisper against his mouth.

One of his hands grips my thigh and hitches it higher, the angle change making me gasp. He drives deeper, his breath ragged against my neck, and I scrape my nails down his back hard enough to leave marks.

“Eva,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I need you to come with me. I need to feel you all over me.”

“I’m close. I’m so close…”

He shifts his hips and hits the spot that makes my vision blur. I cry out and clench my muscles tight around him. The orgasm rumbles deep in my lower belly. He thrusts harder, faster, his rhythm now frenzied, and I grab his face and kiss him as it slams through both of us at the same time.