Page 76 of Sin
His hand covers mine.
My head falls back.
“Oh my god.”
He stills immediately. “Okay?”
I look down at him. At Mason Sinclair between my thighs. At his hand over mine. At the fact that he asked.
“Yes.”
His fingers tighten. Together, we move the toy once. Slow. My back arches and a sound tears out of me before I can stop it.
Mason’s eyes darken.
The fullness is too much. His mouth on my skin is too much. I reach for him with my free hand, fingers sliding into his hair, and he groans like the contact hurts.
“Please,” I whisper.
He lifts his head. “What do you need?”
“You. I need you, Sin.”
His eyes flash. Then he takes the toy from me. The crazy thing is that I let him. The loss of control should scare me. It doesn’t. Not when he’s watching my face like I am the only thing in the room that matters.
He draws it back, then pushes in again with such careful precision that my mouth falls open on a silent cry.
“Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Words.”
“No,” I breathe. “Not too much.”
His gaze lowers and he pulls it out. The loss is immediate.
Then, with his eyes still locked on mine, he brings the toy to his mouth. My brain stops working as I watch as he licks my arousal from it. His eyes never leave mine.
The sight detonates through me.
“Sin.”
He lowers the toy, breathing harder now.
“You taste like I knew you would. So fucking sweet.”
I reach for him. He comes up over me, one hand still holding the toy, the other sliding into my hair as his mouth crashes onto mine. This kiss is different. Deeper. Dirtier. Full of everything we didn’t say for months.
I taste myself on him. The knowledge makes me shake.
He kisses down my throat, over my chest, his hand learning every curve, every soft place, every inch of me I have ever wished someone would want without hesitation. And he wants. God, he wants. I can feel it in the tension of his body, the roughness of his breathing, the way he keeps stopping himself from moving too fast.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says against my skin.
“You won’t.”
His eyes lift.
