Never had a man treated her with as much kindness as he did.All the what-ifs played through her mind.What if she had met him long ago?How would her life be different now?What if he’d been her first kiss?Her first lover?What if he’d protected her against her family?What if he’d been her hero?
“What’re you thinking, darlin’?”
“Would you kiss me?”she asked in a voice that was barely audible.
He didn’t laugh, or say no.Instead, he leaned over and placed a kiss on her mouth, and it was so quick, it barely registered on her lips.
“Like that?”he asked.
“No,” she replied.“More.”
Sinn studied her, and then he gestured for her to sit up.He scooted closer and cupped her face.His thumb brushed over her lower lip, pushing in a little so her tongue swiped over it, which caused the intensity in his eyes to blaze.Sinn rubbed his cheek bristles against her sensitive skin.Running his nose up the column of her throat, he breathed her in before claiming her lips.Her hands rested on his chest and she could feel his heat burning through his shirt, his muscles ripping with every breath he took.
The kiss was a million times better than any kiss she’d ever had.Well, except for the one Saint gave her.Both brothers kissed perfectly.No sloppy saliva left behind.Sinn didn’t cage her in.Instead, he gave her enough of a berth to pull away if that was what she wished.What she wanted, though, was more.Desire and need crashed through her body, so she leaned into him even more.
When they broke for air, she touched her lips and stared at him in wonder.
“You look like you saw a ghost.”
She swallowed, panting slightly.“I-I never thought kissing could feel so good.”
His brow furrowed.“Never?”
“Romance has never treated me very well,” she said, heart racing.She knew it was time to tell her story.“I want to tell you everything.”
He cocked his head.“About what?”
“About why I haven’t felt alive in years.Why the job I work fifteen hours a day is the only thing I have in my life.Why I’ve been afraid of bikers.”
He pushed some of her hair behind her ear.
“All right,” he murmured.“Do we need Saint here?”
She took a deep breath, and nodded.
Chapter Twelve
