Page 25 of The Sinner’s Desire (The Sinner’s Touch #1)

We went from zero to a hundred in a single night, and it’s just more proof that the chemistry between us is impossible to control.

For someone who had never kissed a man, the fact that Lilly lets me touch her shows she trusts me.

“Do you want this?”

“This what?” She looks like she has surrendered and is in love, but I need to be sure she knows where this is heading. So I slide a hand over her panties and touch her pussy from behind, over the fabric.

She doesn’t push me away. She moans and grinds on my fingers.

“You’re such a delicious virgin, Lillyana,” I say, completely gone the moment I feel the wetness soaking through her lingerie. “I shouldn’t be doing this in a car. Hell, I shouldn’t be touching you at all.”

I move one hand to the front of her dress, teasing her hard nipple, while I rub her clit through her panties.

I’m rewarded with a beautiful gasp.

I’m addicted to the sound of her moaning in pleasure.

“Oh my God . . .”

“You like that? Say it, Lilly. I want to hear you.”

“I don’t know . . .I can’t . . .” She sounds so embarrassed, but she’s drowning in desire. The way her hips grind into my hand tells me she’s chasing her orgasm desperately, even if she has no idea what she’s doing.

“You can. Tell me how it feels.”

“I don’t know how to put it into words . . .I just don’t want you to stop. Take everything. Every piece of me.” That breathless declaration tells me she’s on the edge.

I slip one strap of her dress down, exposing her bra. With one move, I free her breast and take it into my mouth—sucking, licking, alternating with light bites.

“I’m shaking . . .I’m . . .I think I’m going to faint . . .”

I suck harder while still rubbing her clit, easing my middle finger against her entrance. When her entire body tightens and she comes hard, I’m spellbound, watching her completely give in to the pleasure.

“Amos . . .That was . . .Oh my God . . .I never thought . . .I . . .It was worth waiting for you. It was meant to be with you. It had to be you.”

I don’t want to hear that. I don’t want those words imprinted on me.

If I hold on to what she just said, I’ll have to admit I want her—not just for a while, not just to show her what her body can do, but to keep her with me for as long as this fever lasts.

“You’re always going to let me hear you,” I say, going back to what I told her before—because it’s easier to focus on the lust. “I want every moan. Every cry.”

Her cheeks flush even deeper. “Can I touch you now?”

“Not here. Let’s go home. I want to taste you.”

“You . . .you mean . . .”

“Yeah. I want to take off your panties and eat your pussy. I want your orgasm soaking my face.”

“ Sinner ,” she repeats what she already called me back in the garage.

“That’s me, Lilly. And you’re my greatest sin—but I’ve already passed the point of no return.”

I drive in silence and don’t touch her again the entire way, because if I do, I’ll end up picking up right where we left off, right in the middle of the road—and Lilly deserves more than that.

She passed out after coming, barely noticing that I fixed her dress, moved her back to the passenger seat, and buckled her in.

I drive trying not to look at the temptation passed out beside me.

Lilly is so much more than I ever imagined.

Her personality had already tangled me up from the first moment, but what she showed me today has completely undone me. Despite still learning about sex, she gives in, asks, gives back—and takes just as much.

Part of me wishes she was afraid of me and would run. That would be a good excuse to never touch her again, since I’ve never forced myself on a woman.

Instead, she acted like our intimacy was the most natural thing in the world.

I didn’t soften it. I even gave her a taste of the things I like, in case we keep going—but instead of running, my roughness seemed to turn her on.

I’ve always had a strong need for sex, and I’m starving for her. But I don’t want to ruin this. If I’m going to be her first, it has to be special.

I won’t do anything in secret.

I know he’s going to lose his mind, but Ethan will know we’re together.

Lilly doesn’t deserve to be treated like some dirty secret.

Maybe it’s a good idea for us to spend tomorrow out. She’s too much temptation to handle.

We could take the yacht out.

Yeah. We’ll spend the whole day on the water. Having other people around—the crew—will stop me from doing something reckless.

She said she’s not ready yet. Told me today she just wanted kisses. And now I wonder if I was a bastard for pushing things a step further.

I glance at her. Lilly is like a prism; her layers fascinate me.

Take this, for example: she knows how to shoot.

When Ethan told me, I spent a good while trying to wrap my head around the image of that sweet girl I met at Christmas holding a weapon.

Looking back, I realize now that after that first meeting at her mother’s house, I kept asking Ethan about his sister whenever I had the chance.

Like some sort of compulsion, I needed to know everything—because I’ve spent most of my life detached from everyone else.

Ethan told me he used to take her to shooting ranges as a teen, and that she loved every second of it. It’s hard to picture this angel with a gun, which only proves how full of surprises she is.

I park the car, but before I can wake her, my phone lights up with a message.

Fuck.

I think about ignoring it.

Messages this late at night only ever mean trouble, and just once, I’d love to pretend the world isn’t full of bastards.

Sighing, I give in to the inevitable.

I unlock the screen and read the message three times to make sure I got it right.

Blood : We’ve found a house with hostages. It’s them. We don’t know if Maria and Jonathan are inside, but there are definitely a lot of children. We need your guidance.

A rush of adrenaline floods me. I can’t not go. One more night in the hands of those monsters means more suffering for the kids.

Me: Send someone to pick me up.

Blood: Already on it. They’ll be there in half an hour, tops.

I walk around to the passenger side and lift her into my arms. “Lilly.”

“Amos?”

“Yeah. We’re home.”

She doesn’t open her eyes, and I carry her straight to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed.

“I have to go somewhere.”

She smiles and nods, but I’d bet my life she has no idea what I’m talking about.

I take off her shoes and tuck her in.

I decide to leave a note on the nightstand and call her later.

For the first time ever, I feel torn. I’ve never hesitated before heading out on a mission, but I don’t want to leave her. Still, this isn’t about me—it’s about getting those children away from the bastards who are hurting them.