Page 19 of Protected by the Sinner (The Sinner’s Touch #2)

There’s no time for calm or preparation.

I pull her panties off and slip them into my pocket. I’m starving. Crazy for her taste.

I place her long legs over my shoulders, and she lifts her dress eagerly.

“Watch,” I command.

I part her folds with my fingers and start licking her slowly, torturing her. She squirms, but I press a hand to her stomach to hold her in place.

I suck on her clit and fuck her lightly with my tongue and a finger, pausing now and then to bite her swollen lips and the insides of her thighs.

She moans, calling out my name like I told her she would, but even when she comes, I don’t stop.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m nowhere near done.”

I feast on her, trying to memorize her flavor, never getting enough of that hot honey in my mouth.

“You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that,” she says when she comes again.

“No, I’m going to fuck you real good when we get home.”

“I want all of it, Beau. And it has to be with you.”

A warning bell goes off in my head, reminding me this wasn’t part of the plan—this connection between us—but I shut it out. I don’t want to be rational right now. All that matters is our bodies giving in to desire and this fever running through me.

I’m ready to go again when I feel the car come to a stop.

She’s lying there with her eyes closed, spent, trusting, and once again, a feeling I didn’t authorize takes hold of me.

I pull her dress down and gather her into my lap.

Amber is smiling, and it’s so rare that I just sit there, looking at her.

She pulls my face in for a kiss, and the moment our lips touch, I think she tastes herself on me, because she pulls back and looks at me, smiling wider before licking my mouth.

“You like that?”

She nods.

Fuck, the shameless way she embraces sex drives me insane.

Using every ounce of willpower not to lay her down again and fuck her right here, I step out of the car and help her out.

She cuddles against me as we walk like it’s nothing, not caring about the bodyguards I know are eyeing her.

I’m a man—I’ve seen how they look at her. But if they want to stay alive, they’d better keep it to just looking.

The second the door closes, I pick her up and carry her upstairs.

Before we even reach the bedroom, she pulls me in for a kiss, and the madness between us, which had only quieted for a moment, comes roaring back.

I walk us into the room, not bothering to lock the door, my eyes devouring her body with urgency, our hands desperate, mouths never parting. I toss off my tux jacket and unzip her dress at the same time.

“Leave the shoes on,” I say as I help her out of the dress.

She takes a step back—sexy as hell—no panties, high heels, wearing only the diamond earrings I gave her earlier. She looks at me like she can’t wait another second to touch me.

Same here.

I yank off my tie and rip open the buttons of my shirt, too worked up to care.

Half-naked, I reach for her hand, but Amber doesn’t wait for instructions. She knows what she wants.

Her sweet tongue licks my chest, her nails raking down my back. I let her play, knowing I won’t be this gentle later tonight.

As she kisses my chest, I trail my fingers down and feel the heat between her legs. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me.”

She rides my hand, and I stare at her, stunned, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions surging through me: Lust. Concern. I’ve never felt this way before.

For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.

She looks at me like she thinks I’m going to reject her. She bends down to pick up her dress, like she’s about to cover herself again.

“Don’t.”

She stays crouched, looking at me.

Jesus, this woman is perfect.

She’s beautiful, sensual . . . most of all, completely at ease in her own skin, which, to me, makes her ten times more irresistible.

I want her like crazy—but I feel responsible for making sure she knows what she’s getting into. “I’m not a prince...or some sensitive guy. But—”

“Don’t say another word. Whatever this is between us...I want to see where it goes. I’m not asking for romance—I don’t even have anything to offer in return—but I want you to show me how to feel pleasure.”

I take a step forward and offer my hand to help her up.

She shakes her head. “You said you’re not a prince, so don’t treat me differently. I’ve wanted you since that first day—but I want it real. Your way. I don’t need sweet words.”

“ My way? ”

She swallows hard and nods.

I close my eyes for a beat, but it doesn’t take me long to decide.

I run my hand through her hair. “Kneel. Unzip my pants.”

She hesitates for just a second before obeying. But once again, she takes the lead, palming my length through my boxer briefs.

I tilt my head back, enjoying the touch. Her hand wraps around me. She doesn’t move it, but even that stillness is driving me wild.

I can barely keep my legs steady with all the restraint I’m forcing on myself. I place my hand over hers and guide her movements.

She picks it up fast, even if she’s not using the pressure I like, but she doesn’t give me time to think. Her warm mouth wraps around my cock. It’s shy, slow, but determined.

I’ve gotten more blowjobs than I can count, but this one? She’s taking me to another planet.

“Open wider. I want to go deeper. But you have to relax and let me in.”

She tries but chokes. I should stop, but I don’t want to. It’s too good.

“Come on, pretty girl. You can do it. I’m dying to fuck that sweet mouth.”

My words seem to light her up—she grips my ass and tries to take more of me.

I start moving my hips, steady but not rough. My usual sex is hard, fast—but nothing has ever felt like this.

Still, I need to stop her. I don’t want to come like this.

I need to lose myself inside her body.

Teach her how to find pleasure with my cock buried deep.

Swallow her moans while she surrenders to me.

With any other woman, I’d let her finish me with her mouth. But with Amber? That’s not enough.