Page 56 of Protected by the Sinner (The Sinner’s Touch #2)
Two Years Later
She still doesn’t tell me her dreams.
Even after all these years together, she can’t bring herself to voice her desires, and that only makes me more obsessed with fulfilling them.
Unraveling every layer of Amber is like learning drop by drop: I catch the clues she doesn’t realize she’s giving, the things she doesn’t say aloud but that I see reflected in those beautiful eyes when they light up at something.
This week, I gave her a special gift.
I carry a heavy burden of sin, and there’s nothing I can do that will ever erase it.
I was never a hero, and no redemption is possible for me.
I’ve stopped clinging to the illusion of a heavenly afterlife, so I’ve decided to live my heaven here on Earth, with her and our two children . . . and hopefully many more to come.
I bought the land where the cult’s ranch used to be and had it turned into a park filled with free activities for children and teens. Maybe that way we can erase some of the evil the elders spread across this country.
I named it Estrella Park—with two L’s—in honor of her mother.
And I made them plant an entire field of daisies for my Amber, because they’re her favorite flower.
Arguing with the landscaper who tried to convince me it would be too monotonous was worth it. When I saw Amber’s smile the day I took her there, I knew I’d gotten it exactly right.
“Where are we going?” my wife asks, a little anxious as she gets into the car where I’ve been waiting in front of our house.
“It’s a surprise.”
“It’s been so long since we went out at night.”
“Exactly. I missed it.”
“Yeah, right. Last time we were at Hazard in New Orleans, you nearly killed two or three guys just for looking at me.”
“And you didn’t even mind.”
“Why would I? I’m yours, LeBlanc.”
That’s it. Just a few words and she drives me wild.
She might have dreamed of being a daisy, but there’s so much provocative gypsy in my woman.
I unbuckle her seatbelt and pull her into my lap. “You’ll never lose that sassy mouth, huh?” I ask, gripping her ass to line her up over my cock.
“Me? I didn’t say anything wrong, sir,” the shameless thing says, but she’s rocking on top of me. “I only told the truth. I’ve always been yours. Only yours.”
I grab her hair, tilt her head, and lick her neck. “Only mine, and tonight I want you dancing for me, just like that first night.”
“I wasn’t—”
I slap her ass for the lie, and she moans, already undoing the buttons on my shirt.
“You left the window up. You were already having filthy thoughts,” she accuses but doesn’t stop.
“Always. The filthiest thoughts. All about you.”
She leans back to look at me, her delicate fingers touching my face.
“That night, I was dancing for you. You once told me that the moment you laid eyes on me, you knew I was yours. Me too, Beau. I’ve always known we belonged to each other.
I was too inexperienced to understand what I was feeling, but I fell for you the moment we met. ”
“You came in and messed with every certainty I had—tempting and running, seductive and innocent. It was your contradictions that hooked me. I wouldn’t change a thing about what happened between us.
Not a single brick of what built us into what we are today.
But even if things had gone differently, the result would’ve been the same.
I’d fall in love with you every single time. ”