“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 picturethis 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.
