Page 93 of Shadow Of Sin

We barely say goodbye to everyone when the cars arrive from the valet. The ride back to the estate is silent. His hand is hot on my thigh and my pulse pounds fast and furious and the air between us could catch fire, it’s so charged.

We make it through the front door, up the stairs, down the hallway, and into his room. He kicks the door closed and turns the lock. The second it clicks, I’m on him.

My mouth finds his. His hands grip my hips. My back hits the door and his body presses against mine, his cock so hard, I let out a needy moan. I yank his shirt out of his pants while his fingers find the zipper on my dress. He pulls it down in one slow, deliberate stroke that makes my body shudder and my pussy quiver.

The dress pools at my feet. I slide his shirt off his broad shoulders. He looks at me in the dim light streaming in from the window and his brain does the crash thing again.

But this time there’s nothing careful about what’s coming.

“Eva,” he says. His voice is wrecked. “What you did to me tonight. Coming down those stairs in that dress…”

“What did I do?” I grab him by the belt buckle and pull him close.

“You broke me. Completely and totally broke me.”

I pull his face down to mine, bite down on his lower lip, and whisper against his mouth.

“Good. Now do something about it.”

CHAPTER 22

WOLFE

Every restraint I’ve been holding onto for the past four hours snaps like a rubber band pulled too tight.

I grip her waist, then spin her off the door and onto the bed. She lands on her back and looks up at me with those dark eyes and her hair fanning across my pillow, and for a second, I just stand there because my brain needs to drink this in. Eva. In my bed. Wearing black lacy panties and nothing else. Looking at me like she wants to eat me alive.

My brain takes the snapshot. Then my body takes over.

I lower myself on top of her and kiss her hard. She tastes like wine with a tinge of peppermint from the Altoids she popped on the way home. I will never get used to the way she tastes. Every time I kiss her, my brain tries to categorize it and fails because she doesn’t fit into any category I’ve ever built.

Her hands pull at my belt as she licks her lips. I grin and pull it off myself. Then I kick off my pants and boxers. She wraps her legs around me to pull me close. Then she bucks her hips and grinds against my cock, the friction making my vision blur.

“Wolfe.” My name comes out of her mouth sounding broken and desperate, and it does crazy shit to my blood that I couldn’t explain if my life depended on it.

I drag my lips down the side of her throat, then over her collarbone, finally hitting the space between her breasts where her heart hammers against her ribs. I can feel it vibrate against my lips.

Fast. Hard. And mine.

I dip my head lower, savoring the taste of her skin as my lips skim her stomach. Her muscles tighten under my mouth. I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs slow enough that she makes a frustrated noise and lifts her hips to help.

“Patience,” I murmur against her hip bone.

“I don’t have patience. You know this about me.”

“I know. That’s why I’m taking my time. I want to drive you out of your mind. Just like you’ve done to me all night.”

She lets out a whimper when I kiss the inside of her thigh. Her hands find the back of my head and her fingers twist in my hair. I look up at her from between her legs and her eyes are dark and half-closed. Her chest heaves and she has never looked more beautiful than she does right now, spread open, wanting and trusting me with every part of her body.

I lower my mouth to her pussy.

The sound she makes when my tongue parts her lips is something I will carry in my head for the rest of my life. It’s raw and shocked and desperate. Her back arches off the bed and her hand grips my hair so hard it stings. But I don’t give a fuck about the pain. I don’t care about anything except the tang of her juices, her soft pink walls quivering around my tongue, and the way her thighs tighten around my head when I find the spot that makes her beg for more.

I focus the way I focus on everything that matters to me. She is the only thing in my world tight now with my total and complete attention. Every nerve in my brain locks onto her reactions. When she gasps, I do the same thing again. When she moans, I press harder. When my name tumbles from her mouth. I slide two fingers inside her and her whole body bows off the mattress.

“Fuck. Wolfe. Oh my God. You’re so incredible,” she rasps. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I don’t stop. I flick her clit with my tongue, my fingers hooking deep inside of her. Tension coils in her muscles, her thighs trembling against my ears. She fists my hair, pressing my head against her as she thrusts hard against my mouth. It hurts like hell, but I want her to pull harder because the sharp sting keeps me grounded while the rest of me is drowning in her.