“What were you doing?” I pushed, fascinated by the change in my tone as I shifted toward the kitchen island. Maybe I needed an anchor to keep myself from freaking out. His aura was much more intense than before, his presence making the room feel small.
“Trying to make you breakfast.” He took a step closer, grabbing another towel and wiping his hands. Even the way he was taking his time doing so was provocative.
Predatory.
Possessive.
“I take it you’re not inclined to culinary work.” I wrapped my hand around the edge of the towel, doing what I could to control my breathing.
The corners of his upper lip lifted into a slight smirk. “Evidently not. But I do have other talents in which I’m much more…skillful.” He inched even closer, his chest rising and falling. Every muscle in his neck was stiff, tendons flaring.
I’d never felt so vulnerable or so attracted to any man in my life. “Other talents.”What are you doing? You’re playing with fire.While true, I wasn’t anxious as I usually was when considering getting close to a man. Instead, I felt free. Alive.
Electrified.
“Um-hmm…”
“Does that mean you’re hungry?”
He was now only a few inches away, the rush of heat shared between us close to being suffocating. “Very.”
“Then I guess,” I said as I dared reach out, tracing the long line of his neck to the edge of his collarbone, allowing myself to go further by fingering his bare chest, “we’ll need to order in.” My voice was little more than a scattered whisper.
“Fuck the food.”
“Really?”
He took my hand away from the towel, pulling my arm down to my side. “Really.”
“Why is that?”
Sin took his time, lifting his gaze briefly to my eyes before wrapping his hand around the edge of the soft material.
Oh, dear God. Was this actually going to happen? I didn’t know the man at all, except that he was a terrible driver and an even worse cook. However, even I could admit taking a chanceat sharing something that would likely never happen again was sexy as hell.
He snapped his wrist and the towel fell away. “La perfection totale.”
Utter perfection. He’d used French, which would explain his sinfully delicious name.
“There’s nothing perfect about me.”
With his eyes completely hooded, he shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He swept his arm out to the side, allowing the terrycloth to slip through his fingers. The change in his eyes was dramatic, the iciness shimmering as if they were glowing. Every muscle in his body seemed tense, his huge arms bulging against the tailored fit of his sleeves.
He cupped my chin with a firm grip, lowering his head so slowly I wasn’t entirely certain he’d moved. Then he captured my mouth.
An explosion of emotions as well as another round of twisted electricity countered every second of uncertainty. Sin pulled me from the edge of the counter, rolling his other arm down my back and digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass cheeks. When he pulled me tightly against his body, I shuddered inwardly from the way he was pressing his thick cock into my lower stomach.
My God, the man was thick and hard.
There was no denying what he wanted. Or what I sensed would happen.
There was also no denying this man even though I knew I shouldn’t tempt fate. I’d been lucky and the streak needed tocontinue. Nothing good could come from sharing intimacy. We were two entirely different people, strangers who’d remember only snippets of the passion. Still, maybe I just needed to lose myself in someone.
If only for a little while.
While my muscles were tense, my pussy was throbbing, the breadth of my desire evident by the scent wafting between us. Up to this point, I would have been embarrassed from my state of arousal and undress, but with this man everything felt different.
As if maybe, just maybe I could allow my guard to fall.
