I drop my arms and lean my head back with that acceptance before I put the violin away and turn back to Doc. He’s still where I left him, but his attention is more intense.
Kneeling on the other side of the mattress, I bask in the way his gaze blazes. Inching forward, my arms go out to balance, and Doc leans in, catching me with his shoulders under my palms and his hands at my waist.
Pulling him closer sparks something deep within me. Being bold has served me well so far, so I dip in for a kiss.
Everything in him changes, needy, like he’s suffocating, and I’m air.
What I really am is melting. Hot and slick.
I easily crawl into his lap, grinding against him. Doc doesn’t miss a stride, palms gliding along my bare legs, over my hips to my waist. Soft. Reverent.
He easily hands me control, so I have my way with him, taking what I want with the kind of confidence I’m only beginning to feel.
Doc feels better, in no rush to get me where I want to go.
Then, he has no problem grabbing hold of me when I do come, keeping me in place as he takes me beyond my own capabilities. I shatter so completely that I drop into sleep after he comes and cleans me up.
I dream of plastic binding my wrists, fear and degradation. Grant looming over me. The men coming to save me. It’s a back and forth that leaves me restless.
I’m at the third rendition of the same storyline when hands brace my shoulders, and I bolt awake, adrenaline coursing through me.
Sin stares down at me, a wild look in his eyes that others would probably find menacing, but I only see concern there. Care.
I brush my thumb over his cheek, my fear melting away. Because I know he’ll come get me if anything happens.
“Hi.”
His touch is gentle as he looks me over. “Hey.”
A smile breaks out on my face, and I’m beaming at him.
Sin’s fingers filter through my hair, spreading it across my pillow.
My touch falls down his shoulders and chest, resting there as he massages my scalp. Eyes closing automatically, I let him pamper me, working out the stress from my nightmares.
His mouth surprises me, a soft kiss jerking my body to life. “Roll over.”
The gravel tumbling through his command has me following his directions with anticipation. On my stomach, I enjoy the heat of Sin’s hands on my back, my shoulders, my neck. But slowly, the massage turns into light petting, kisses dropped on bare skin—through my t-shirt, until his body hovers over mine.
He sinks into me, and I lift against him until our bodies roll together with sweet promises.
It quickly becomes evident that what I learned I liked yesterday is certainly a new favorite position. Sin takes me from behind, deep and slow but never truly soft. He holds onto me firmly, digs into me when I fall apart, builds me back up, and knocks me down again.
As loose and weak as my muscles are, I’m not tired enough to sleep anymore.
Sin waits for me to shower, and I’m quick. Hunger takes over, and I’m dressed in minutes. My usual uniform feeling more comfortable than I ever expected.
The sly grin on Sin’s mouth is so sweet that I’m a little in love with how I seem to be the only person who gets one out of him.
“Work up an appetite?”
“I did. I’m ravenous.”
I get a kiss on my mouth, then my forehead, before Sin escorts me upstairs and deposits me at the bar with Pixie. She’s happy to see me, but her features sink into a grim expression almost immediately.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
The grumbling in my stomach shifts to nausea. “What’s wrong?”
