Page 24 of The Sinner’s Desire (The Sinner’s Touch #1)

One kiss, and I’ll let her go.

I can’t go any further. I know myself. I’m starving for her. For that small, feminine body.

Lilly doesn’t back down. She tilts her face up, as if daring me to retreat. I bite her lower lip, savoring it, and she moans. I breathe her in first. I want this kiss so badly I need it to last, if this is all we’ll ever have.

She feels like fire in my hands. Soft flesh pressed against my hardness.

“Please.” And that’s it. I’m done. I can’t resist that mix of pleading and command.

She parts her lips and wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into me. When my tongue traces the shape of her mouth, Lilly melts against my body, her moans sending me into a frenzy. Trying to get back a sliver of control, I pull away just enough to look at her.

“Don’t stop. Kiss me, Amos. I’ve never done this . . . Teach me.”

I close my eyes, and when I take her mouth again, I know we’ve crossed a line we’re never coming back from—because I’ll want all of her.

I taste her warmth, her wet sweetness, meaning to go slow, but her response kills any chance of restraint.

Lilly is delicious and demanding. She devours me with the same hunger. I suck her tongue and she answers in kind. Fuck, she’s a quick learner and sinfully good.

My blonde angel is pure seduction right now. She stands on tiptoe and, without a hint of shyness, rubs against me—her nipples barely covered by the thin dress dragging across my chest. My cock is steel. I’ve never experienced foreplay outside a bedroom, and it’s both heaven and hell.

“Not here,” I say, pulling back a little, because she’s completely lost in us. “I’ll take you home, and there, you can show me just how much you like being kissed. But I’m not putting on a show for these motherfuckers who’ve been eyeing you since we got here.”

She breathes heavily, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes glazed, still tangled in desire. “Are we leaving?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“I need to use the bathroom first.”

“Because you’re dripping with need. Your virgin pussy is throbbing, isn’t it, Lilly?”

She closes her eyes. “I shouldn’t like hearing those dirty words.”

“But you do?”

“Because it’s you.”

Fuck!

“I’m walking you to the bathroom before I forget where the hell we are.” I lace my fingers with hers and lead her toward the restrooms. “I’ll be waiting right here.”

She nods and walks in.

I lean against the hallway wall and close my eyes. This should be the moment I get my head straight, but I don’t want to. I’m obsessed with giving her her first orgasm—even if I can’t go all the way.

The hallway was empty when we got here, so I’m surprised when I feel someone grab my arm. I think it’s Lilly at first, but sharp nails scratch my forearm, and I open my eyes.

A redhead is smiling way too close to my face. “Looking for company?”

“No. I’m waiting for someone,” I say, glancing at her hand on me.

“I’m not the jealous type,” she says, leaning in. She’s tall—when she leans forward, our mouths are practically aligned.

“If I wanted you, you wouldn’t need to come to me.”

She blinks, shocked at what I said, but she doesn’t back off. I’m about to toss chivalry out the window and be blunt when the bathroom door opens.

We both look that way. Unlike the redhead, who grins, I study Lilly’s face and need half a second to understand what she’s thinking.

She doesn’t say a word but walks past me like the devil’s on her heels.

“Looks like you’re alone now,” the woman teases.

“Back off.” I don’t raise my voice, but this time, she gets the message and walks away.

I go after Lilly, realizing this is the first time I’ve chased a woman—and somehow, it amuses me.

I catch up to her before she leaves the VIP area. I grab her arm. “Lilly.”

“I want to go home.”

“We will, but listen to me.”

“I don’t need to listen. I saw. You kissed me five minutes ago, and now what? You’re making plans with that Amazon?” She yanks free and heads down the stairs, bumping into a few couples on the way.

I don’t grab her again, but I stay close. No point trying to talk here—music’s too damn loud for anything serious.

“You can’t leave without me,” I say once we’re outside—not to provoke her, just stating facts. This area is like a second home and one of the few places I move around without bodyguards.

“I don’t plan on walking. I just don’t want to be near you.”

We reach my car, still outside, and the parking lot is mostly empty.

“You don’t want to be near me because you’re jealous.”

“No, I’m furious with myself for letting you kiss me and then watching you flirt with another woman. But I don’t want to feed those feelings. I went to Catholic school. It’s a sin.”

I’m the grumpiest bastard on Earth, so it’s insane how she almost makes me smile. Almost —because her anger is very real, and I’m not about to make it worse by brushing it off.

“Hating me’s off-limits, but sucking my tongue during the kiss wasn’t?”

She flushes, but I won’t pretend to be someone I’m not. Lilly needs to decide whether she wants to stay the overprotected girl forever or become a woman. If it’s the latter, she’ll have to own her desires.

“You’re not being nice.”

“Back to this, Lillyana?” I ask, cornering her against the car door. This time, I lift her into my arms—she’s so small, and I want to look her in the eye. Her breathing quickens.

“Back to what?”

“The whole proper, repressed good girl thing. That misguided idea that I’m some kind of prince.”

“Don’t worry. If there’s one thing you’ve made clear, it’s that you’re no prince. From the second I got to Boston, you showed me you didn’t want me here.”

“It’s exactly the opposite. I want you in Boston, within reach, because I’m burning for you.

And if you stay close, I’m going to fuck you—and not in the way you deserve.

I want to fuck you for days. I want to take you hard from behind while I bite your pale little shoulders.

I want to lick your pussy until I hear you scream my name. ”

“Amos . . .” She’s melting in my arms again, burning with desire—but that’s not the kind of surrender I want. Not just lust. I need her to own this.

“If we’re doing this, Lilly, you need to know what you’re getting yourself into. Sin and I—we go hand in hand. In every sense you can imagine.”

“And what’s the alternative?”

I set her down and force myself to put a little distance between us, though my hands still rest beside her on the car windows. “We stop everything. Keep it just friends.”

“We were never friends. I don’t think we ever will be. You mess with my head too much. I don’t want to punch my friends and rip their clothes off—at the same time.”

“You want to rip my clothes off, girl?” I ask, bending down and biting her delicate neck. “And what would you do when I’m naked?”

“I don’t know exactly. But I’m willing to learn.”

“If I stay with you, hell’s gonna rain down on us.”

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘stay,’ but I’m not ready for everything. I just want to learn . . . uh . . . try a few things.”

“Like what?” Yeah, I’m teasing her—but I wasn’t kidding when I said she’s an addiction. I want to see, to study every reaction she has. The lust this blonde angel stirs in me is bordering on madness.

“You’re messing with me.”

“No. I want to see the real Lillyana. I won’t judge. Let go.”

For the first time, she initiates touch—palming my chest. I’m dying to take control, but I wait, fascinated as her fingers play with the buttons of my shirt.

“I’m curious to see whether your chest is as muscular as your arms.” She doesn’t wait for permission and undoes a few buttons. I should stop her—we’re in the middle of a parking lot—but the desire to feel her hands on me wins out.

I hold my breath when her inexperienced fingers touch me. She explores my skin gently, like she’s afraid of hurting me.

“Do it right.”

“How?”

I slide my finger across her lower lip again. “Let me feel your tongue on my skin.”

She doesn’t hesitate for a second. Obedient, she licks me. Then, on her own, she bites.

I grab her ass, fingers digging in, lifting her against me again. Lilly stops and tilts her head back, moaning. That’s when I know we need to get out of here. I carry her to the pickup truck.

“This car suits you better.”

“What?”

“When you picked me up at the airport, I expected you to be in a truck. The luxury car surprised me. This one fits you better,” she says as I sit in the driver’s seat with her on my lap. “Or maybe you’re a unique mix of rugged and refined.”

She seems to be thinking out loud, and I wait to see what she’ll do next.

But when her sweet mouth moves back to my chest and sucks on my left nipple, I know we can’t stay in the car. Every little thing Lilly does drives me wild, and I don’t trust my usual logic around her.

“I’m taking you home.” I’m still holding her by the ass—and I don’t know if she even realizes it, but she grinds against my cock through my jeans. Her dress has ridden up, and I feel the perfect outline of her pussy. I have to choke back a groan.

“Not yet. I want to kiss more. And if we get there . . . I don’t know if I’ll be brave enough to keep doing this.” She tugs my nipple with her teeth, making me insane.

I grab her hair to look at her. “Who taught you that?”

“No one. I just felt like doing it.”

“Again. Do it again.”

She lowers her lashes, looking focused, and bites me again. It feels like an electric jolt.

I slide my hands up under her dress, grabbing her bare ass. Lilly squirms on top of my cock.

“Feels good?”

“Yes. You make me dizzy. It’s so many sensations all at once.”

I move her against me, knowing I’ll give her part of what she wants—but it won’t be enough.

She tries to take off my shirt, but I don’t let her. I grab her wrists behind her back, holding her still. She tries to resist.

“Stay still,” I command. “We’re not getting naked here. But I need to make you come.”

I want to take her over and over. Mark every inch of her body as mine—but I know I can’t go all the way. If that was her first kiss, I’m betting she’s still a virgin—and I don’t have enough control right now to take it slow.

But I need a taste of her, or I’ll lose my mind.

“Please.”

“Please what?” I tease, because I want to see her lose it. I want her needy and starving for me.

“Anything,” she whimpers. “Everything.”