Well, shit.
I was really hoping he took it off before he went to bed.
Biting my lip, I consider how to do this. Sin’s breathing hasn’t shifted, and I’m guessing he must be a really deep sleeper.
I shrug.
I need that necklace.
Reaching down, my fingers graze Sin’s neck as I try to lift it off him.
A hand catches mine, and I shriek as Sin’s eyes open, and he tugs me into his bed. Before I can blink, I’m flipped onto my back, with Sin straddling me. I struggle for a moment, but my hands are caught in his, held over my head. My head swims at the rapid movement, and I giggle, “You scared me!”
“What are you doing here, kitten?” Sin asks, frowning. I don’t miss the warning in his tone.
His voice is gravelly like he just woke up. It’s doing things to me. His hair is mussed up, a strand catching one of his long eyelashes. I want to move it for him, but he holds me firm.
I frown back at him. “I’m trying to win the Olympics. I needed to be sneaky, but you caught me.”
Sin eyes me warily, and I suddenly realize how much of his bare body is touching mine, given my pyjamas don’t cover a whole lot either. The sight of him pressing me down onto his bed has me heating, and I forget to worry about winning the challenge.
Sin must notice where my thoughts are headed because he sighs, letting me go to lay beside me. “How much have you had to drink?”
I turn to face him, grinning. “We drank the wine cellar.”
His hand moves to rub his temple like he has a headache coming on before he mutters, “Of course you did.”
He looks tired. Guilt hits at waking him up after such a long day, and I shift to climb out of his bed. “Well, it’s time to face the music and tell them I lost. Sorry for waking you, nighty night.”
I don’t make it a foot before Sin’s arm darts out and grabs me around my middle, slamming me back down on the bed, flush against him. I blink, confused as to how I got there so quickly.
Sin’s voice is low as he whispers against my ear, “Do you remember what I told you about coming inside my room, kitten?”
My brow furrows, my head still swimming.
“I told you that the next time you came in here, I wouldn’t let you leave until I was finished with you.”
His voice goes right to my core, and I clench my thighs together.
Sin growls, feeling my movement, “Kitten?”
“Hmm?” I ask, my voice higher than I want it to be. This man is dangerous for my panties. If I blink, he’ll have them.
He shifts, turning me to face him. I try to focus on his face, to read whether he’s angry. But my vision isn’t focusing fast enough.
“I’m not finished with you,” he answers.
His face finally comes into focus, and I stare at him wide-eyed. Sin is pretty in a rugged, deadly kind of way. His beard is close to my face, and I reach out, running my fingers through it, curious about how it feels. The hairs tickle my fingers, but Sin grabs my hand, placing it against his chest.
I recognize the sexual nature of Sin’s promise of not letting me leave his room, and my blood warms. Considering how much I’ve had to drink, I’m impressed I’ve even realized it at all. I frown at him again. “You know, we’re doing things backwards.”
Sin quirks a brow at me.
I try to prop myself up on an elbow so I can look down at him. The movement causes the room to spin, and I sway, falling back onto the pillow.
Sin tucks me more tightly against him, so I can’t move. “What are we doing backwards, kitten?”
Heat coils in my core at the nickname. I shouldn’t like it this much. I don’t think Sin has ever called me by my actual name. I’m not sure what he has against the name ‘Vivian,’ but it’s always ‘mortal’ or ‘kitten’ with him. “Why do you call me that?” I ask, ignoring his question.
