Page 184 of Sins of Arrogance

“Aye.” He doesn’t look even slightly re­pen­tant.

And that at least is not sur­pris­ing.

Chap­ter 45: The Ob­ses­sion of Love

KARA

Af­ter our date, we don’t head back to the he­li­pad. In­stead, Mick takes me to The Tower Room at The Plaza.

Af­ter one of our men lets us into the se­cu­rity cleared ho­tel suite and leaves, I spin in a slow cir­cle tak­ing in the lav­ish dé­cor.

Yes, we live in a man­sion, but this is a very spe­cial ho­tel room. The gilt fur­ni­ture breathes op­u­lence and el­e­gance. And all I want to do is make a bee­line for the big round bed I can see through the open­ing to the tower.

“Fitz gets to en­joy his sleep­over. I thought we could en­joy ours.” The sen­sual prom­ise in my hus­band’s voice makes it clear we won’t be eat­ing pop­corn and watch­ing a chil­dren’s movie.

A pulse of want thrums in my core as a shiver of de­sire snakes up my spine.

With­out ei­ther of us say­ing a sin­gle word, we move into the bed­room in one ac­cord. I kick off my shoes and toe off my socks while watch­ing my hus­band tear his clothes off like we didn’t have sex only hours be­fore.

Tug­ging my dress up my body and over my head, I toss it aside, now com­pletely bare to the emer­ald heat in my hus­band’s eyes.

Step­ping for­ward, I lay both hands on Mick’s hair rough­ened chest and push, guid­ing him back to­ward the bed. He stops when the backs of his legs bump the bed.

His eyes never leave mine. They’re heavy-lid­ded, dark with in­tent and de­sire, but there’s some­thing else in them too.

Re­straint. Con­trol. The very thing I want to take away from him.

Be­cause now that I know what it is like to have all of him, I’ll never set­tle for the façade again.

I push a lit­tle harder against his chest. “I want to taste you.”

It feels like ev­ery­thing stills around us. Even the air.

We’ve never done this.

I’ve wanted to. So many times. But I never had the courage to try.

Mick’s the only lover I’ve ever had and even back when I was a naïve eigh­teen-year-old, I knew he’d had sex with much more ex­pe­ri­enced women.

Meet­ing Dier­dre only con­firmed that.

“Let me,” I say, and slowly drop to my knees.

Mick spreads his legs, mak­ing room for me be­tween them, tacit agree­ment to do what I want.

I wrap my hand around his thick shaft again, pump­ing once, slowly, watch­ing how his abs con­tract and his hand fists at his side.

The sight of him like this – so pow­er­ful, so un­done – makes my whole body clench with need.

“The girls in my high school used to talk about this.” I lick my lips. “They said boys com­plain if they didn’t do it right.”

“Boys might, but I’m a man, mo chroí. There is no do­ing it wrong when I crave the touch of your mouth on me and have for the past seven years.”

“Then why haven’t—”

He puts his fin­ger against my mouth, stop­ping my words. “I wanted to fuck your throat and I doubted my con­trol to stop my­self.”

My cli­toris throbs at his words. “I want you to lose con­trol.”