They started again, their kisses amping up the heat between them until she raked at his shoulders, nails biting just enough to make his breath stutter.
“Sinner.” The way she murmured his name nearly broke him.
He scooped her up in his arms. God, she was as slight as she looked. He carried her three short steps to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers. His body pounded with what came next.
Taking all the care in the world, he lay her on the mattress, destroying the pillow wall she’d created between them the night before. She arched up to meet him, her breasts locked to his chest and her thighs wrapped around his hips to pull him in.
Christ, he never cared about taking things slow with any woman before. But he wanted to memorize every single, brain-altering moment with Opal.
He left her mouth and trailed his lips down her delicate chin, to her throat…and lower. Nipping at her breast and receiving a moan in response, he continued on, clamping his lips around her tight nipple through the fabric of her top.
“Oh…god.” She rolled up to meet him, completely shredding his control. He couldn’t last another minute without getting her naked.
He worked the buttons of that blouse, making damn sure it was a wrinkled mess when he was finished. Every soft inch of freckled flesh he exposed made his cock throb harder. Precum leaked from the tip, and his balls ached for release.
At this point with any other woman, he would have sprinted straight for the finish line, but with Opal, he took detour after detour.
He ran a fingertip from her collarbone to the sexiest line of cleavage he’d ever seen in his life, pausing over the light spattering of freckles across each swell.
“Sinner…please.” The heated plea chipped away at his tenuous restraint. With a growl, he stripped off her blouse and hooked a finger in the strap of her bra, drawing it down to expose her breast.
Her nipple puckered when his tongue hit it, and he lost himself in teasing her to the point of no return, swirling his tongue around it, flicking across the tip and looking into her eyes as he drew the taut bud into his mouth and sucked.
She dug her fingers into his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist. All of a sudden, she stilled.
“Oh god, you’rebig.”
He didn’t have words to express how much her words pleased him, especially when a woman like Opal didn’t waste any.
She raked her nails down his spine and yanked his shirt up and over his head. He shifted his weight from arm to arm to help her shed the garment. The first impact of their bare flesh incinerated any thought of turning back now.
Opal was his tonight—and every night after if he had anything to say about it.
Pinning her with his body, he kissed her long and deep, letting her know this meant more.
She skated her fingers over his chest and abs, watching his face as if she needed to memorize the moment too. When she popped the button of his pants, his jaw locked.
Whatever she saw on his face put a soft smile on hers—the first real smile he’d seen—and his heart kicked in response.
“It’s been a long time, sweetheart.” His voice was gravel and grit scraping over lust so heavy he could scarcely breathe.
Her black eyes flickered. What he said must have met with her approval. Then her lips were on his chest and he was working her pants off. He skimmed the thin string of her panties, riding a finger along the slight curve of her hip, forcing himself to slow.
She didn’t give him the chance.
* * * * *
Opal had never been one to stop thinking, not even in the throes of desire. But with Sinner’s hands on her body and his mouth trailing white fire down her neck, she discovered that surrender could feel like power.
Tension shook in his muscles and his breathing turned ragged as he held himself back. He was giving her space to change her mind. And that consideration only made her want him more.
“I’m not fragile,” she murmured against his ear. “Stop treating me like I’ll break.”
His answering growl vibrated through her chest, making her nipples pinch hard. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
She searched his eyes. “So show me.”
Something shifted in the depths as that last thread of restraint snapped—and suddenly his hands wereeverywhere. Rough palms skimmed down her ribs. Fingers looped in her panties and dragged them down her legs with an urgency that made heat pool low in her belly.
